Xue God has mines at home

Chapter 345 I am with you
Ning Zhixu was indeed asleep this time, and his breathing gradually became long and gentle.

Nan Yi completely lost sleep.

This boy is only 17 years old, but he has gone through prison, lost his mother, and even had to be brought out in public to talk about the past.

But even though he was covered in scars, he still treated her tenderly with all his might.

Fortunately, it wasn't too late for her to realize it, and she could use the long years of her life to repay all his tender love.

Nan Yi lay back on the folding bed, and the two still kept a safe distance.

She turns off the light.

In the darkness, he groped for the boy's palm on the quilt, and gently held it.

Ning Zhixu, the years are long and the road ahead is bumpy, maybe it will be difficult.

but--

I will accompany you.

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Chen Ange pushed open the door of the billiard hall with the last cigarette in his mouth, and when he went out, he found the little girl had been sitting here for an unknown amount of time.

It was almost twelve o'clock in the morning, and she sat silently at the base of the wall, like a lifeless doll.

Tang Zhi, who is gentle and soft, is also quite annoying when she is stubborn.

The boy walked up to the steps one meter away from her, stretched his trouser legs, sat on the lowest step where his eyes were at the same level as hers, biting a cigarette at the corner of his mouth.

After a long while, he lightly knocked on the cigarette ash, with a smear of scarlet burning between his fingers, and lightly puffed out smoke rings, the boy narrowed his charming eyes: "Wait for me?"

The last time they had a conversation was at the hospital on the day she and Nan Yi had an accident. He told her that she could come to him after the monthly exam.

And within this month.

After he returned the one thousand three thousand to her, he disappeared.

Coming back to meet again is worse than strangers.

It seems that their relationship is only bound by the 300 yuan.

Tang Zhi looked at him with black and white eyes, as if calling him by first name and last name when they first met: "Chen Ange."

He said he was Chen with the surname Chen.

Quiet Ann, singing songs.

Tang Zhi didn't remember that way.

She is Tang of the Tang Dynasty.

He is Nam Chen, Chen of the Chen Dynasty.

She has memorized Qu Yuan's poem "Nine Songs", the first "Eastern Emperor Taiyi"

The original poem was difficult, she had memorized it for a long time and always remembered it wrong.

Later, she got to know Chen Ange.

I remembered the poem in the Psalm: slow down and slow down.

An songs.Chen Ange.

No matter how much I recited it later, I only remembered this sentence.

"Chen Ange." The little girl hugged her knees and read his name. The words seemed to be speaking to him, but also seemed to be muttering to herself: "You returned the money to me, so we don't owe each other any more."

Chen Ange heard it clearly, but didn't answer, and kept knocking on the cigarette butt that was about to burn out with his fingertips.

The soot fell down, and the scarlet color became more and more faint.

Tang Zhi is stubborn and stubborn in her bones, far less obedient than she looks.

After sitting for too long, she stood up with the help of the wall. The little girl walked up to him and squatted down. Under his gaze, she took the cigarette in his hand and bit it in her mouth.

Following his example, he took a deep breath, and the cigarette immediately choked into his internal organs.

The little girl who had never smoked coughed violently, her deer-like eyes were stained with wet mist.

Through the faint misty smoke.

She looked at the bewitching face of the young man, and spoke seriously and slowly: "Since we don't owe each other, let's start over. I will become what you like. You can smoke or drink."

The girl's thin white fingers were holding a cigarette that was completely inconsistent with her temperament, like a child who wanted to secretly imitate her parents behind her parents' backs.

Have a rebellious heart, but no rebellious guts.

Chen Ange snatched the almost burnt cigarette that burned her fingers, threw it on the ground and crushed it with her feet.

　Chen Ange's name does come from Qu Yuan's poem "Nine Songs", the first chapter "Eastern Emperor Taiyi"

　　Slow down the festival and sing an song.

　　At that time, I liked the word 'An Ge' very much.

　　This is how Chen Ange came to be.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)