Chapter 142

"Do you have an excuse?"

When Sheng Jiaoyang saw that the sign on Shen Zhining's face represented the smile of others' misfortune, his heart immediately trembled.

"What excuse? I'm just thinking about how to talk to you concisely. " She was spinning around in her head, thinking excuse.

"Three seconds. Three! Two! "

Shen Zhining's mouth is light, with some sarcasm, "one, say it."

But at this time, Sheng Jiaoyang's mobile phone rings.

"I'm on the phone." She stares at Shen Zhining, trying to let him let go of himself.

Shen Zhining is not moved, just a look of "don't say it again, you're welcome" towards her.

Sheng Jiaoyang's teeth itched with hate, but on the surface, she didn't dare to show it. In order to show her sincerity, she didn't even dare to blink. She said, "do you remember that night before I left that day, I had a nightmare?"

Indeed, Shen Zhining acquiesced.

"I saw the sun in my dream."

Shen Zhining squints slightly. "Isn't she your idol? Why is it a nightmare to dream about her? "

Sheng Jiaoyang closed his eyes, brewed his emotions, and said in a choked voice, "I was very happy to dream of her, but in the dream she told me that she could not wake up, but she didn't want to be a living dead man, and asked grandpa to worry like that every day. It's better to cut off the confusion and let me help her out..."

The grip on the neck suddenly increased.

"Take it off, take it off?" Shen Zhining slowly spits out these two words, his dark eyes are covered with clouds.

"Well, you heard about me first." Sheng Jiao said weakly.

Shen Zhining looks at her red face and slowly relaxes her strength.

Sheng Jiaoyang grabs his wrist with both hands. He is afraid that he will suddenly get nervous. In case he accidentally strangles her, she will not have a second life.

"I asked her why she couldn't wake up," Sheng continued after successfully attracting Shen's attention. "She said she had been away for too long and couldn't find her way back."

Then I asked her how to help her out. She said I didn't have to do anything, just to see her. In addition, she asked me to report it to Grandpa. "

"What's the point?"

"Grandpa, I'm going to live another life in another sky. You should take care of yourself in the future and don't have to be sad for me, because I will live well in another place."

Shen Zhining looked at her expression. When she said that, she looked serious and didn't seem to be faking.

But

This kind of thing doesn't say that it's true or not. Why don't you directly entrust it to Mr. Yang, but to such a person who has nothing to do with it?

No, it doesn't have nothing to do with it. The scorching sun happened because it hit this man!

Sheng Jiaoyang is also secretly looking at Shen Zhining's expression, seeing that he has some moves, knowing that his words have been heard by him, which may not be completely believed, but at least he has accepted such a reason.

The whole room was quiet, only the breathing of the two of them.

Suddenly a bell rang.

Shen Zhining looks slightly, looks at her and turns to answer the phone.

Sheng Jiaoyang covers her neck and breathes. She looks up at Shen Zhining's back and hears him pick up his mobile phone and say, "Grandpa Yang."

Grandpa called

"Zhining, tomorrow you and I will go to the bank to pick up the things your aunt Yang has posted in the safe." Hearing the words of Mr. Yang from his mobile phone, Shen Zhining responded with a "good" word.

On the phone, the old man said, "Zhining, is Jiaojiao there?"

Shen Zhining is stupefied for a moment. He turns to look over and is catching someone's face. His mood is subtle. "In." He replied.

"That's good. I just called her and no one answered. I thought something happened to her."

Hearing the worry in Yang's tone, Shen Zhining was particularly surprised. A few days ago, the old man said that he would never want to see this man again, but now he would be so concerned about her safety?

"You told her to go home early, and a girl should not stay out too long."

“…… Good. "

At the end of the call, Shen Zhining looked at someone with a watchful face and asked in an ambiguous voice, "what you just said has been told grandpa Yang?"

"He asked me, and I told him." Sheng Jiaoyang does not blink back.

Shen Zhining droops his eyes and ponders. It's a long time before he opens his mouth. "You go."

"Take all your things."

"Really?" Sheng Jiaoyang's eyes brightened, she licked her lips, and a little cheered, "don't I have to pretend to be your girlfriend again?"

Shen Zhining leaned against the desk, his hands around his chest. "You seem happy?"

Either as if, or! But how dare she say that? She can only control herself as much as she can. She said with a taut face: "acting in life is very stressful for me. I want to be my real self.""So, you were acting in front of me before?" Shen Zhining's tone has some subtle meanings.

"Er Not all of them. " Sheng Jiaoyang returned cautiously.

Shen Zhining turned to the chair behind the desk and said lightly, "go."

Sheng Jiaoyang's face was full of uncontrollable smiles, and she walked out briskly. She had taken some clothes back last time and packed the rest. When she was dragging her suitcase past the door of the study, she suddenly stopped and pointed her head at the expressionless Shen Zhining who was sitting behind the desk. "Zhining brother, grandma Andy said that you have a bad stomach. You should eat three meals a day on time."

With that, she did not wait for Shen Zhining's response, so she happily dragged the suitcase away.

Shen Zhining looked at the empty door, his eyes rolling with his own confused emotions.

He sat there quietly thinking a lot.

I was thinking about the dream that the scorching sun entrusted to Xu Jiaojiao. Although his reason told him that he could not believe Xu Jiaojiao's words, he could not explain why Xu Jiaojiao fainted as soon as she was near the scorching sun, and the scorching sun stopped breathing.

It's thought that this girl imitates the sun everywhere, maybe because of her obsession with idols. After all, she is only 17 years old. It's not surprising that she has such a move.

And thinking What she said when she left.

To Ning Ge, grandma Andy said that you have a bad stomach. Please remember to eat three meals on time in the next day.

For so many days, he didn't realize that she had any bad heart, except for her deliberately flattering herself, which was not disgusting to others. Especially in the last accident, her performance impressed him very much. If it's just her acting, he has nothing to say, and he will praise her good acting skills, which can be performed so watertight.

He looked down at his hand on the back of the chair. Just now, he grabbed her with this hand, and her frightened expression just appeared in his mind. She didn't remember the pain, but when she was treated like this, she reminded him to eat.

After sitting for a long time, he got up and went downstairs.

The light was still on in the living room, and the man was no longer there.

Shen Zhining stood there, looking at all the memories, some small things are usually flat, gathered together only to find, the original still remember.

Sofa

he often lies on his back and rubs his head with both hands. Her clear voice is her only voice.

She will complain a little because of the teacher's aim.

She would steal because of the love of her classmates.

She'll be bothered by the doggie's annoying tailgating.

But the tenderness between her fingers never stops.

In the dining room, she sat on the dining chair and smiled at him with her lips raised.

Good morning, brother Ning!

It's hot. Come and eat!

She bit the straw and stole a glance. She put a whole dumpling into her mouth and ate it like a puff. When she was scalded by the soup in the dumpling, she would spit her tongue. She drank a circle of white beard stained with milk.

……

He raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows. He walked around casually and walked to the balcony.

The original balcony is now more like a small study, with a plant shelf at one end and a variety of flowers and plants on the other. There are full books on the shelf at the other end. There is a cane hanging chair on the shelf. In the hanging chair, there is a pillow with a cute picture head. Then there is an easel with a completed oil painting on it, which is still left on the ground Drips of colored paint.

He walked slowly to the chair and picked up the pillow. The head on the pillow had big eyes, a bad smile on the corner of his mouth, and her shadow was vaguely visible.

Shen Zhining closed his eyes and turned away. His eyes fell on the bookshelf. As if he was looking for something to distract himself, he threw the pillow back into the chair and pulled out a book. This is a Chinese language and literature, which has made a lot of small notes. People who want to read the book are very serious when they read it.

At the same time, he found that many books on the bookshelf were related to the Chinese language, such as ancient poems, dictionaries and some literature books. There is only one box with English books. There are very few notes in English books, while in Chinese books, there are not only notes, but also some paper with pictures inserted in the ancient poetry, such as the paintings based on poems.

It's very strange. It's clear that her major is English, but she studies Chinese books.

It can be seen that she really likes painting, and her sketches can be seen everywhere, some of them are flash inspiration, some of them are scribbles, some of them are flying in the sky, some of them are meticulous.

When putting the book back on the shelf, a piece of paper in the book fell out. Shen Zhining paused, picked up the paper and turned it over. His eyes were fixed.

On the small piece of paper is a very Q version of the little man, with a big head, a small body, and a pair of ox horns on black hair. Two lines of wide tears flowed out of the little man's big eyes. His face was bent. There was a small sign on his chest that said "I was wrong".In the blank next to the villain, there is also a line of words:

devil Shen, you also have today!

From the flying words, we can see how proud the writer was.

Shen Zhining's lips were pursed straight, and he thought of the picture that a little drunk once muttered in front of him that "Shen devil is a bastard".