his allure

He is afraid

too fast.

He didn't say it, but Zheng Weiwei knew that he was afraid.

Outside the window, the acacia tree is blown by the wind, its branches and leaves are rustling, and the silver frost covering the tree is swaying.
The next day, Lu Xicheng took Zheng Qingqing out of the Zheng family's old house.

Before leaving, he looked at the acacia tree in the middle of the courtyard and said, "Gentle, do you want to take it away?"

She had something on her mind, so she raised her head slowly, and then smiled awkwardly: "I think, if I can see it, I will be much happier. But this tree has been rooted here for a long time, and if it is moved, it may hurt the root." .”

Lu Xicheng looked down at her frustrated face, didn't say much, just said: "It's almost time, let's go."

Zheng nodded lightly and said "OK".

It's just that before she opened the car door, an old and deep voice came from afar: "Zheng Qingqing, before you leave, I have something to say to you."

It's Sheng Mingzhuo.

Zheng gently took a step back, the subconscious action just revealed her panic.

How can I not be flustered, after learning that my friend passed away unfortunately, but because of my own selfishness, I chose to escape and leave.

This has never been Zheng Qingqing's way and principle of life.

But she was very tired, and the joy of returning to the old place had long been wiped out by this bad news.She could feel something strange in her body, this feeling was so familiar, it was called mild depression.

Fear of social interaction, fear of communication, delay, more and more introverted.

She couldn't be more clear.

Zheng Qingwei was still in a trance, but Lu Xicheng had already opened the car door.

His voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing her, he said, "Gently, you go inside and wait for me, okay?"

She looked at his beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and there was worry and fear in them.

She shook her head, and answered softly but firmly: "Xicheng, I will come by myself, this is what I should face."

She walked out from behind him, step by step towards Sheng Mingzhuo not far away.

Zheng looked at him lightly, thinking a lot.

The good old days, parents, Yinran, and Sheng Mingzhuo who was young and gentle at that time.

But now, I can only say that things are right and people are wrong, everything is no longer what it was then.

She stood still in front of Sheng Mingzhuo, her eyelashes drooping, not daring to look at him: "Uncle Sheng, take care of yourself."

"Zheng Qingqing, I didn't come here today for anything else." Sheng Mingzhuo seemed to have suddenly lost his temper, and instead of the exasperation of yesterday, only the dead anger remained: "What happened yesterday, I was reprimanded by your aunt when I went back, She said...you're innocent, I shouldn't have done that to you."

The "aunt" that Sheng Mingzhuo referred to was Sheng Yinran's mother, Gu Xueya.

Zheng gently raised his head, his eyes were full of surprise: "Uncle Sheng, you clearly said yesterday that I didn't save her"

"Actually, it's none of your business." Sheng Mingzhuo's eyes were deep red, his white hair was slightly disheveled in the wind, and he was so depressed that it made people feel more sad: "It was Shen Zhao who was in that state at that time, unable to take care of himself, I shouldn't blame you."

Zheng Qingqing's heart didn't feel half calm.

She bit her lip, her tone trembling: "Uncle Sheng, why is Shen Zhao?"

"Gently, it's time for us to leave." It was Lu Xicheng's voice.He interrupted her, grabbed her shoulders, and wanted to take her away.

But Zheng Qing looked at Sheng Mingzhuo without moving. She asked him with a sincere tone: "Uncle Sheng, can you tell me?"

(End of this chapter)