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This night, An Ran suffered from insomnia again, and suddenly felt like she missed Mi Xiaojia very much, as soon as she closed her eyes, Mi Xiaojia's face would sway in front of her.

He even felt that this was the sweet taste of lovesickness.Thinking of this, An Ran felt chills again, feeling that he was taking the matter too seriously, he just didn't like the feeling of not knowing where Mi Xiaojia was when he was looking for her, that's all.

As for Mi Xiaojia, she didn't know that An Ran was thinking about her day and night, and she lost her soul. She wanted to go wandering, but she returned to the home that she didn't want to but had to come back to take a look.

Peng Hui opened the door when she heard the sound, and saw that it was Mi Xiaojia, she couldn't help but sarcastically said why she didn't die outside, and why did she come back to embarrass the world.

Mi Xiaojia pushed away Peng Hui, who was blocking his way, and went straight to the bedroom where he used to live. He saw a room full of broken copper and rotten iron piled up there, which became a typical small warehouse, and there was no way to live in it.

Peng Huili looked at Mi Xiaojia's back, and said bitterly: "If it were me, I wouldn't be ashamed to come back even if I died outside. This is not a bus. You can come and go whenever you want!"

Mi Xiaojia didn't make a sound, she pushed away the things piled on the desk, rummaged through the box, and finally found an old photo that was pressed at the bottom.

The photo was old, yellowed, and even blurred. Even so, the woman in the photo smiled gently at her.The woman held Mi Xiaojia, who was only one or two years old, in her arms. The little guy smiled happily, showing only his front teeth.

This is a photo she deliberately left at home, hoping that she would have an excuse to come back, it seems that there is no need to have any nostalgia now, right?

Mi Dashun, who smelled of alcohol, was dragged to the front of the bedroom by Peng Huilian. He looked at Mi Xiaojia's busy back with drunken eyes, and thought it was Mi Xue, so he yelled: "How many times have I told you, no You are allowed to enter your sister's room!!"

Mi Xiaojia looked back at the sloppy Mi Dashun, she went to Mi Dashun, and when she saw that Mi Dashun had a lot of gray hair, she turned her eyes away and said coldly: "Look clearly, I'm not Your sweet little girl!"

Mi Dashun shook his drowsy head, and when he saw Mi Xiaojia's face clearly, surprise flashed in his eyes.

He quickly cast down his old face, and said coldly: "If you die outside, don't come back, I'll be annoying to see you!"

"Don't worry, I won't come back again, this time I'm here to get this thing." Mi Xiaojia deliberately handed a photo of her and her mother to Mi Dashun, smiling sarcasticly: "At the beginning, my mother must have seen it." To today's result, so this photo doesn't have the corner where you stand."

A bit of embarrassment flashed across Mi Dashun's face, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Get out and never come back, I don't want to see you!"

"Very well, I just don't want to see you either. It's rare for us to reach a consensus." Mi Xiaojia sarcastically put away the photo, and walked out of Mi's house with her luggage.

For so many years, every time she and Mi Dashun met they would quarrel, and after the quarrel, they would always have the same dialogue.

One said get out, and the other said that he would never come back, and this time might be the last time.

"Disobedient, don't go home even if you die outside!!" Mi Dashun rushed into the kitchen, picked up the iron pot, and threw it behind Mi Xiaojia.

Mi Xiaojia could avoid it if she wanted to.