"Dad, where's grandma? Can I see her?"
There were two birds hiding from the rain on the windowsill. One bird lifted its wings to protect the other from the wind and rain. The other bird bent its neck and put its head between its wings, letting it protect it...
She remembered when she was little, her grandmother held her in her arms and asked, "Grandma, why do you always smile? Aren't you tired?"
Grandma said with a smile: "Jiaojiao, as long as I have you as my happy pill, how can I bear to be tired?"
"You can't see her yet. Your Aunt Lin is still doing too well. I have to make sure she's doing better."
Zhao Hairong put away his smile, and a sinister look flashed across his eyes.
She remembered that two years ago, when her grandmother was dying, her eyes were already blind, but she still stretched out her hands and called out "Jiaojiao, Jiaojiao..." over and over again.
"Mr. Song, OK!"
"Mr. Song, OK!"
"Mr. Song, OK!"
She carried her coat on her arm, bent down with a smile and responded one by one, then sat back in the car, slumped in the driver's seat. There was half a pack of cigarettes in her bag, which was left by Pei Zhiting last time. She put it away. She never thought that one day she would also use cigarettes to relieve her sorrow.
"cough……"
Hey, why does this cigarette have a faint fragrance?
What scent?
Milky flavor?
Why is she feeling a little dizzy?
"Jiaojiao~"
Pei Zhiting bent down and looked into the car, the corners of his lips raised, glancing at the smoke rising between her index and middle fingers.
Song Xijiao's body trembled. Did she get caught doing something bad by her parents?!
"Nothing... nothing!" She quickly hid the cigarette, "I'm..."
She leaned her arms on the steering wheel, her eyes moved to the window, and she finally let out a breath. Just as she was about to continue speaking, Pei Zhiting had already stood up, snatched the cigarette box from her fingers, and looked down at Song Xijiao.
"What are you smoking?!"
"When did you learn to smoke?!"
Song Xijiao was tongue-tied and looked away.
"What's so good about smoking? I just... I just..."
"Seeing you smoke so much, I just wanted to try it."
Pei Zhiting put her cigarette box in his pocket, with a serious expression and dark eyes.
"Then don't try it, don't smoke anymore."
"It hurts my lungs."
Jiaojiao really made him proud. Congratulations to Pei Zhiting for being the first husband to persuade his wife not to smoke.
The Cullinan has a large space, but Song Xijiao feels depressed. The air is filled with the faint scent of Pei Zhiting's cologne and tobacco. She was dazed and thought that Pei Zhiting had changed a lot. He looked a little tacky now, his shoulders were much broader, and he looked stronger.
A piano piece woke her up.
She touched the clothes on her body, which were soft pajamas. In the jewelry box next to her, there were two plain rings overlapping, and her index finger lingered on them.
She felt tired no matter how hard she slept recently. As soon as her eyelids touched the pillow, they drooped as if filled with lead. In her half-asleep and half-awake state, she was filled with messy dreams and memories of the past.
But when I wake up again, I am always as clear-headed as ever.
It was late at night, and outside the car window were patches of lights and flashing neon lights, like the sleepless eyes of this city.
Pei Zhiting walked up to her with a bowl of mustard greens and lean meat porridge, and saw her fingers staring at the vegetarian ring in a daze. The complicated expression on her face became even more serious.
After eating the porridge, her face was as red as an apple. Why did he feed her like this?
"I want something sour tomorrow."
"good."
Pei Zhiting's nails were trimmed into round and smooth shapes. He held the edge of the bed next to her head with one hand, just enough to cover her face. The tip of his nose touched her cheek, and he pursed his lips. His movements were light and gentle, as if he was protecting some fragile porcelain.
Under her gaze, the warm-colored bedside lamp put on gloves on her index finger, middle finger, and ring finger.
Song Xijiao's heart skipped a beat. "What are you going to do?"
Pei Zhiting pushed her long hair onto the pillow: "Let me teach you, there is a better way than smoking to drive away sadness..."
In her eyes, there were two shadows of herself, which then separated and slowly fell together...
“…”
At half past six, the ringtone was so loud that the phone fell to the ground. Song Xijiao was so scared that her heart was beating wildly and even her breathing became rapid. She quickly reached out to pick it up and finally touched the phone.
As soon as the call was connected, Chen Yao's crying voice came over, "Sister, I said I let it slip. Our mother drove to look for Zhao Hairong."
Big leaky spoon!
"Why can't you control your mouth!"
Song Xijiao cursed the national quintessence and no longer cared about her image. She put on her slippers and ran downstairs.
Pei Zhiting came out with a blanket in his arms, his eyes half-closed, "What's wrong with you?"
"My mother is going to find Zhao Hairong!"
"What did you say?"
"I said your mother is going to find Zhao Hairong!"
"you……"
“…”
Pei Yu's number was pinned to the top, so Pei Zhiting immediately dialed the number.
"Pei Yu, take some people to block Beijing A·K1681, the pink Cullinan."
“…”
Song Xijiao listened to the phone, feeling uneasy. She forgot to hang up the phone. She ran downstairs, shouting, "Tell Mom not to go!"
"Mother!"
"I sent people to guard near Zhao Hairong's company, but they didn't see our mother's car with their own eyes!"
"I can't even get through to you on the phone right now, sister. I'm scared..."
"It's okay. Mom has a bad temper and drives fast. Please send more people."
Pei Zhiting drove the fastest Bugatti Chiron SuperSport 300+ in the garage. At 6:30 in the morning, there were few cars on the ring road. All the way down, there were no people or cars, only the cold morning mist. Pei Zhiting stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and the speedometer soared like a thermometer.
Song Xijiao remained silent all the way, praying in her heart that Pei Zhiting could go faster and faster.
The in-car radio interrupted with a traffic report.
"A multi-vehicle collision occurred on Jiangbei Road near the First People's Hospital..."
Pei Zhiting and Song Xijiao's hearts were beating in their throats.
"La~~"
His ringtone was set by Song Xijiao. She liked it very much and listened to it every day. It was a memory, a memory that she could never go back to, and no one would be there if she went back.
"Just been taken in by ambulance and is being treated."
“Squeak…”
The car turned around and headed straight to the hospital.
At the door of the hospital's emergency room, Song Xijiao cried bitterly, her cell phone was crushed to pieces in her hand, and she kept praying that her mother would be safe.
Pei Zhiting stared at the three words "under operation" and stood silently. His bony fingers were clenched into fists and his body was almost stiff, as if he was trying hard not to let the anxiety in his eyes overflow.
Can't.
Absolutely not.
She will collapse, she will not be able to survive.
"Pei Zhiting, I regret it."
"What did you say?"
"I said, I regret it."
"What are you regretting?"
"I have no idea."
Song Xijiao cried and shook her head, "I don't know."
She didn't even realize she was crying, it was all subconscious, and her heart felt like someone was pulling it, it hurt.
Chen Yao and Chen Yun also rushed over, and Pei Zhiting looked at them coldly.
Chen Yao was used to Pei Zhiting's gentle face, but now he suddenly saw his coldness, which made him feel like a thorn in his back and a lump in his throat.
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