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Chapter 155 It's All Gently, and I'm Gently Too
In this way, she completely cut off the intersection with the past.

As Lu Xicheng said, forget everything.

Lu Xicheng found her a private psychiatrist again, and Zheng Weiwei stayed in the safe area he gave her, refusing to leave half a step like an ostrich.

Zheng Weiwei has never been willing to go out, she is like some kind of sensitive and fragile animal, confined to one world, she can be self-sufficient.

At that time, winter had not yet arrived, and Zheng Weiwei liked to sit on the steps at the door, waiting for Lu Xicheng to get off work.

Sometimes a few children ran over by mistake.They called her "beautiful sister" in a very sweet foreign language, with such an innocent appearance.

Zheng Weiwei would always be easily amused by them, and then she would take out the baked snacks from her pocket and give them to them.

The snacks are all made by Lu Xicheng, wrapped in plain paper, small ones, just fit in your pocket.

Lu Xicheng's hands are very beautiful, almost making Zheng Weiwei feel ashamed.Such a pair of beautiful hands can hold a precision scalpel and make sweet and delicious snacks.

Every time Zheng Qingwei holds his hand, she can't help but marvel: "Xicheng, you are so beautiful, you are really enviable."

Then he would reach out and stroke her hair, with gentle eyebrows and eyes, and a soft mist: "It's all light, and I am also light."

And the two years in G City became more and more blurred, until finally, like a dream, all the details were erased, leaving only the blurred outline.

The fire in the fireplace was burning warmly, and with the constant temperature air conditioner in the villa, the indoor temperature can only be described as warm as spring.

Lu Xicheng held Zheng Qingqing in his arms, and the latter was writing something in his notebook.

The wood in the fireplace was burned away, making a small sound.

Lu Xicheng finished reading the literature in his hand, and put it on the shelf beside him.

He looked at her creamy nape, as if he was bewitched, and gently rubbed the tip of his nose.

Zheng Qingwei was very focused on writing at first, but when he interrupted her, she felt that the place touched by him was rushing very fast, flowing through her heart, and it was hot.

She turned sideways and looked at him with a blushing face: "What are you... doing?"

He smiled and turned away from the topic: "What are you writing?"

"I'm writing poetry." She blinked.

He kissed her forehead and said hoarsely, "Read it to me?"

"I can't read well, and I have ruined other people's good poems for nothing." She blushed, a little bit ashamed.

"I'm the only one listening, no one else." Because of the blush on her face, the arc of the smile on his lips deepened.

Zheng lowered his head slightly, and said softly: "How can I let you meet me? At my most beautiful moment. For this, I have been praying to the Buddha for 500 years, begging him to let us form a relationship. The Buddha then transformed me Be a tree, grow beside the road you must pass, and bloom carefully under the sun, and every blossom is my longing from the previous life." (Author: Xi Murong)
After she finished reading, the pinnae of her ears turned red, making her skin even more greasy.

Lu Xicheng's eyes were stained with a dark color, and he smiled slightly: "This poem seems to be talking about me."

He hugged her tightly and sighed softly: "Gently, I like it very much."

Zheng Qingqing's eye sockets were a little moist.But more, it was guilt and happiness. She smiled and said softly: "Xicheng, thank you."

That night, Zheng Qingwen went to Lu Xicheng's bedroom.

When she opened the door and walked in, she had no shoes on.

(End of this chapter)