Chapter 427

"Dad, Grandpa," Rong Tang hurriedly went to help, "how are you coming?"

The two old men, the little old man is Rong Tang's father, and the big old man is Rong Tang's grandfather. They are more than 150 years old together.

The old man is nearly ninety years old. He is very healthy. He doesn't need to use crutches. He goes very fast: "what do you say?"

Zi said that it was the name of Rong Li when he was young. He changed his name to Rong Li only after he was three years old. But Zi said that the name was divined by the master. The old man was superstitious, so he never changed his name.

It's a single biography of the four generations of Rong family. It's only when the old man is sixty or seventy that he has such a grandson. That's because he's afraid of heat.

"In the ward." Rong Tang said, "it's no big deal. I'll be discharged in the afternoon."

Although it's not a big deal, in the eyes of the old man, his grandson has been admitted to the hospital. That's a big thing. He was so angry that his white beard was cocked up: "the boy of Lu family said that our family was beaten." How could it be, "who? Who beat it?! " How dare you beat his grandson!

Rong Tang was afraid that the old man's blood pressure would go up, so he quickly explained, "Grandpa, it was the sweetheart of six younger brothers who beat it."

Old man Rong was surprised: "what? Sweetheart?! "

Without waiting for Rong Tang to speak, her father said, "which girl? What's your job? How is your character? "

There are eight out of 60 days in rongdaiqing. He is dressed in a straight military uniform. He has been a soldier for most of his life. His face is pulled all the year round. He looks serious. He is silent. Rongli has no mother soon after he was born. Rongdaiqing has the most preference for this son. Although he is always quiet, he always loves his son.

Rong Tang said, "I'm a female firefighter. I don't know whose family it is."

The old man laughed his gums out and praised the firefighters.

"Let the fire brigade come to our house tomorrow," Rong dayqing thought for a while He wants to ask about the girl's character. It doesn't matter if she likes it, but she must be good.

Rong Tang said yes.

Rong Li is twenty-eight years old. Let alone his girlfriend. He hasn't even had a heterosexual person around him for so many years. His hair is small and his flowers have traveled all over the place. Just like a monk, the old man and Rong Ziqing have been worried about his sexual orientation, which is reassuring.

Rong and his family entered the ward.

"Son said," the old man rushed to the hospital bed with a sad face, "are you ok? Is it still painful?"

Rong Li put down the book on his hand: "no problem."

Since he was a child, Rong Li is very old school and not very close to people. These years, it's much better. The older generation in the courtyard like Rong Li. They think he's calm and knowledgeable. Huo Changxun is different from Lu Qidong's gang when they were young. They often use the old Dong to tease him. After all, any normal person like Rong Li is full of economy at the age of five and doesn't sit with his wife at the age of seven 。

The old man loves his grandson so much that he feels that he has lost a lot of weight: "in the clear day, I want to cut an apple for him."

Rong qingday: "..." He is his father!

Rong Li sat upright with his back on the pillow: "don't bother my father."

The tone is very polite. It's not like father and son.

Allow day clear discontented, wring eyebrow to put down the military cap: "what tired not tired, the habit of speaking changes, with an old antique."

He said two sentences with a straight face, took the apple and shaved it unskillfully.

The son said the baby grandson. The old man didn't like it. He gave him a look, and then he looked at Rong Li kindly: "I heard from a tang that you have a girl you like."

Rong Liying: "well."

The old man thought that his grandson's eyebrows and eyes were tender, and he wanted women's nourishment as expected, but --

"I heard from Lao Huo a few days ago that he often looked for the girl next to the boy and changed again. He didn't take any of them home." "Grandpa is old, and he doesn't know people very much. Son said, don't learn to look for that little bastard often."

How many girls have been changed for that little bastard of the Huo family? Even none of them have been taken home, and there is no plan to get married. Old Huo urged several times. The little bastard said that the woman is too troublesome. He doesn't marry the little ancestor and wants to be his own ancestor.

At that time, old Huo took out the belt.

Rong Li and Huo Changxun are very young. When they get close to each other, they are afraid that their grandson and Huo Changxun will learn to be bad and have sex outside.

"I'll take this one."

Thanks to the four generations of the Rong family.

The old man is very pleased: "that is good that is good." I can't wait, "when can I take it home to Grandpa?"

On the other side, the APPLE PEELER's face also pricked up his ears.

Speaking of this problem, Rong Li frowned: "she is not my girlfriend yet."

Usually, people who are always cold and quiet have a lot of vivid expressions when talking about their sweetheart. The old man is half happy and half worried. The happy thing is that his grandson finally eats fireworks among people. The worried thing is that he is a little jealous. It's not important. The important thing is: "then you have to work harder, grandpa is old, little grandson..." The old man made a melancholy state, "I don't know if I can wait to get it."Half of his body went into the old man's house, and he was looking forward to his son and grandson around his knees.

When the Rong family left, the little bastard of the Huo family came.

Huo Changxun took a chair and looked at Rong Li with interest: "Dongzi said that you are interested in a girl."

I'm not sure.

Huo Changxun was curious: "it's the one you've been looking for?" Originally, I wanted to ask if it was the "Yingshen" in his mind, thinking that there was a "Yingshen" in the Lin family, so I changed my mind.

Rong Li holds a document in his hand and reads it carefully. He replies, "well."

Sure enough, it's in the hands of a woman.

Huo Changxun laughed: "then why do you still lie here?" Shouldn't you lie in a girl's bed?

Well, he never goes out of his mind.

"She didn't recognize me," he said

Tut.

It's only one day. There are all kinds of cold guys.

Huo Changxun teased: "that's the trouble. After all, not everyone believes in the past and the present." He looked thoughtful and said a little more seriously, "you have to come back."

Rong Li put the data aside: "how to track it?" He added, "you've had a lot of women."

Huo Changxun thought with his chin on his head. He was lazy, and gave him some advice: "give money, buy a bag, and it won't be good again." he looked at Rong Li and laughed bitterly. "Let's go to sleep."

Bastards.

"You can go out," said Rong

Huo Changxun laughed and scolded. He got up and left. When he got to the elevator, he looked up at will and saw the white skirt in the opposite stairwell.

Oh.

I like wearing white skirt so much.

He pushed his chin up, put his hands in his pockets, and followed. The girl went to the rooftop, crouched there and wept, holding her knees and without a word.

Huo Changxun only thought that the evil wind was acting strangely. He just blew up the girl's skirt, and only raised a corner. His white ankle was looming.

Is he real? Shake his eyes! Want to tear it for her!

He leaned against the door and watched, lighting two cigarettes. He had no patience after smoking: "enough crying?"

The squatting kneeling man was shocked by the unpredicted voice. He turned back suddenly. His tears were too late to wipe. The red eyes were covered with water, like a frightened rabbit: "how long have you been here?"

He pressed the cigarette end out of his hand and threw it into the garbage can: "before long, I smoked two cigarettes." Raised raised raised the eyelid, looked at that pair of red eyes, "what is crying this time?"

The first time I saw her, she cried so much that he wanted to bully her.

She wiped her eyes carelessly with her sleeve. It was even more red. The pear blossom was pitiful with the rain. Unexpectedly, she was very stubborn: "this is my private affair."

After that, she got up to leave, skirt with a gust of wind, the wind has a light Gardenia fragrance.

Huo Changxun raised his long legs and blocked the way to the door. She stared at him like an angry rabbit.

In this way, people want to bully.

"Ji lingran," Huo Changxun said with a smile, "do you want to follow me?"

The rabbit was in a hurry.

Her eyes were round: "you -" she could not scold obviously. Her face was red with anger. "You don't want to face!"

Oh.

The rabbit can't bite when it's in a hurry.

It's fucking pure. I want to do it.

Huo Changxun was amused by the angry little girl. He put down his legs and felt for a business card from his pocket and put it in the red girl's neck: "this is a private number."

When Ji lingran was only playing zither in his spare time, she heard about Huo Changxun. She knew that he was a real loafer. She was so disgusted that she couldn't speak. She tore up her business card. She could not think of swearing words. She scolded again and ran away.

Huo Changxun chuckled in the back, touched the cigarette box and ordered another one. Rong's family was afraid that he would bring bad Rong Li. How could they know that their group of little cigarettes and drinks were all brought by Rong Li.

At night, there was a wind, and the moonlight in late spring was a little cool. At 11 o'clock, the lights of thousands of homes went out. Outside the main gate of the community, a car was parked by the side, the window was open, a hand was stretched out, and a cigarette was sandwiched between the middle finger food fingers, a wisp of white smoke was burning quietly.

The long finger lit a cigarette butts, shook off the ashes, then reached in and drove the car. Rong Li walks down and presses the cigarette between his fingers to put out his cell phone and dials the number.

"Hello."

Deep in the night, the voice is also a little lazy.

Let Li listen.

"Hello." No response, Xiao Jinghe shouted again.

He opened his mouth, just finished smoking with a little hoarse voice: "I am Rong Li."

There was a moment of silence on the phone.

"Did you investigate me?" she asked Otherwise, where is the number.

Rong Li said, "well, check it." He checked her phone number, address, work place and even ID card. "I just want to contact you."

He was just afraid of losing her again.Xiao Jinghe did not investigate, but asked him uncertainly, "did you know me before?" She paused. "In the elevator, you called my name."

He called her ah he.

No one but the closest called her that.

He was silent for a moment and said, "I don't know. I heard it by chance."

There are so many accidents.

General Dingxi in Empress Dowager also called ahe.

"Are you the original author of Empress Dowager?" She knew that the author of the empress was Rong Li.

"Well," he said in a low voice

Sure enough, the "Rong calendar" at the signing meeting is not the author, but the Rong calendar. No wonder he called her ah he. He begged her not to go to the northwest. When he saw her, his eyes were obsessed.

"Mr. Rong, I don't know how much your author will invest in a work, but I'm not the ah he in your book."

She thought that he was probably still in the book and couldn't walk out. Just like her, she would have a dream at night. She dreamed that the Emperor Yan Hong was crying for ah he on the city wall. Just as it happened, she was also called ah he. Maybe his author just found her favorite shadow.

Rong Li denied quickly: "not so."

In the past life and this life, he didn't know how to tell her. Who would believe it.

"Can you," he said in a low voice, "meet me? I'm downstairs. "

She didn't hesitate: "it's late. It's inconvenient." Then she hung up.

However

PA, I hit myself in the face.

Less than five minutes later, she stood at the entrance of the community with a black bag.

Rong Li hid the cigarette in his hand behind him: "ah he."

She shook the black bag in her hand: "I just came down and threw the garbage." She went out of the community and threw the bag in the big garbage can outside.

actually, there is a big trash bin on each floor. She doesn't know what she wants to run on the six floor, and what she has in the garbage bag is only one half of the mask. She doesn't know why she even ran off the mask.

Rong Li looks at her, standing under the street lamp and laughing.

Her face was still wet and embarrassed: "what are you laughing at?"

His eyes were filled with a happy smile, and his eyes were softer than the moon: "I am very happy."

Xiao Jinghe thought he was laughing at her.

She doesn't look at him. She looks at the garbage can.

He threw the cigarette in his hand into the garbage can, came to her and bent over to look at her. His eyes were fine, like a hot net, which locked her shadow firmly in it.

He is still smiling, and the corners of his lips are bent: "ah he, I am very happy."

She was so uneasy with his eyes that she couldn't get away from him. She simply lowered her head and said, "I'm going up." Finish saying also don't see a person, turn around to leave a person.

Rongli held her.

She looked back and saw the hand on her hand. It was very clean and cold white. Her nails were manicured cleanly.

Before he let go, he asked in a low voice, "can I call you often in the future?"

She earned a bit, didn't open, subconsciously licked his lips: "follow you."

He curved his mouth a little more, his eyes brighter: "then can I come to you?"

Xiao Jinghe didn't think much: "no way."

The light at the bottom of your eyes starts to dim, and your lips are pursing.

She quickly added the reason: "I don't work regularly."

She didn't know what she was talking about, just thought that he was so charming. He smiled and said, "I know. I will call you before I come."

Her grandfather is a master of painting and calligraphy. She has seen many excellent paintings, including landscapes and beauties. But none of them can match this one in two painting, which is more beautiful in skin and bone.

After a long time, she said "MMM", which was the answer.

she lowered her head and stood for a while. The mask that had not been washed off her face had dried up. Her face was a little uncomfortable, especially scalding. "I went up."

Rong Lisong opened his hand: "OK."

She took a look at him by the light of the street lamp and turned around.

It's just that she recognized the shadow of general Dingxi. Why do she know everything clearly? She didn't come to see him in the basement? Maybe, like him, she is looking for the shadow of love on each other. The outline that makes her yearning is the appearance of Rong Li. She looks at the eyes that will burst into tears, which are also the eyes of Rong Li.

When she got to the bottom of the building, she couldn't help it. She looked back, and Rong Li was still standing in the same place. With a pair of eyes, she immediately moved away, and then quickly ran into the first floor.

While waiting for the elevator, she met a neighbor on the same floor.

His name is Jiang Pei. In his early thirties, he is a best-selling writer with a gentle temperament. Because he doesn't go out very often and his skin is very white, he first said, "Miss Xiao, haven't you slept yet?"

"I came down and threw rubbish." Out of politeness, Xiao Jinghe asked, "Mr. Jiang also throws garbage?"Jiang Pei shakes his head: "the book is stuck. Come down to find some inspiration." He helped the glasses on the bridge of his nose and smiled softly. "If you don't mind, you can call me by name."

She said nothing and waited quietly for the elevator.

Jiang Pei's book is very popular. To what extent, the news has been reported. Two cases of crime in Jiang Pei's book have appeared.

Of course, there are disadvantages as well as advantages. The analysis of criminal psychology in Jiang Pei's book has a great guiding role for the police to investigate cases, because before Jiang Pei became a writer, his major was criminal psychology.

Xiao Jinghe saw an interview with Jiang Pei. One day, when she took out the takeout, she found out that she was a neighbor.

When I got off the elevator, the lights in the corridor were dim without warning.

"The light is broken again."

Faintly, she couldn't see Jiang Pei's face clearly. She only heard him complain.

She took out her mobile phone to light it, perhaps because in the dark environment, she suddenly thought of Jiang Pei's latest serial book, called "sin".

"I've been chasing your books." She said.

Jiang Pei smiled: "my pleasure."

The apartment she rented is in front of Jiang Pei. Before entering the apartment, she took her mobile phone and took a photo back: "can I ask you a question?"

Jiang Pei squinted: "yes."

"Why does Mrs. Wang want to kill Qiao Ping?"

Wang Tai is the protagonist of sin, a serial killer.

Jiang Pei's understatement: "because Wang Tai is an antisocial personality disorder."

He just can't see anyone better than him.

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