The continuous journey made Pei Zhi fall asleep quickly that night.

I woke up in the morning and sat on the bed with a sleepy eyes. I thought that last night's encounter was a dream.

In my dream, I met Xie Xing again. The lights in the bar were clearly extinguished and reflected a glimmer of light in his eyes. His eyes looked at her like a stranger.

But it was her ex-boyfriend who had made up her mind to come back and truly embarked on the country. Her bizarre dreams did a lot for him.

Pei Zhi secretly mocked herself, got up, washed up, went downstairs after going downstairs.

She just stepped on the first stairs, and the faint sound of conversation from the living room downstairs attracted her attention. Since Chen Yanru divorced and remarried, she and Pei Zhongnan were usually the only ones in the family.

Today is not a weekend, so it is not the time for hourly workers to come.

She leaned against the glass armrest and looked down. Pei Zhongnan held a teacup and chatted with people on the sofa in the morning. The broad-leaf palm blocked half of the view and blocked the single sofa opposite tightly.

Pei Zhi heard it for a while and saw no one making a sound. Comrade Pei Zhongnan's thick voice hovering over the living room, as if she was talking to herself.

When they reached the stairs, the host and guest in the living room heard the movement and looked over.

Pei Zhi and the man were stunned when they met, and almost stepped on the last step.

She subconsciously turned to look for the umbrella tube placed at the entrance of the entrance, and a brand new black umbrella stood in the middle.

Not dreaming.

Pei Zhongnan seemed to be concerned, but actually said, "I was so irritable early in the morning. The breakfast was hot in the steamer. There were Xiao Xie's small buns brought by Xiao Xie. Oh, Xiao Xie, do you still know each other? I often came to our house before."

Not only know...

Compared to the young master who was so angry at the bar last night, he put on a pure black sweatshirt without any decoration today, and a cotton hoodie softly placed behind his head, revealing a piece of his almost shiny neck.

After one night, the frigid emotions that were easily noticed seemed to be more appropriate. When he looked at her again, except for the red bloodshot that could not be hidden, there was only peace and self-control in his eyes.

It really seems like looking at the look of a sister next door who is just nodding.

Pei Zhi took back her gaze in scatter, stopped looking at him, and walked towards the kitchen and left her back: "Oh, probably knowing me."

The small buns in the steamer were still steaming hot, but she didn't touch them, she just grind a cup of coffee for herself.

After calculating the time to come out, the two of them were still having a hot chat in the living room. Perhaps Lao Pei had been broadcasting news for half his life, and as long as someone listened to it, he could be very happy to speak on his own.

Pei Zhi had to go to the magazine to connect with her today. While listening to the movements, she pretended to be a transparent person and walked along the corner of the wall to the entrance. Before she could change her shoes, she heard someone in the living room also pinched her goodbye.

"Teacher Pei, then I'll see you next time."

“…”

She cursed in her heart when she was scheming.

"Don't bring anything next time, it's the same as before. Just tell me what information I want, I'll find it for you. Which of us will follow?"

This is Lao Pei's voice.

The father and daughter met each other. As soon as Pei Zhi hit the door handle, Lao Pei attacked accurately and called her: "Daughter, are you going out too? That's right, help me send Xiao Xie to you."

“…”

Pei Zhi didn't respond, but when she went out, she brought the black umbrella she got back last night.

Regardless of whether she responded to this matter or not, the person behind her came for her and would sooner or later follow.

The elevator numbers began to jump, and the sound of closing the door came from behind, and then the steps went from far to near.

She could feel the faint breathing sound and stayed beside her, but that's all.

Apart from the sound of the machine operating from the elevator up, neither of them took the initiative to say the first sentence.

Wait for the elevator, take the elevator, and get off the elevator, the whole process is so quiet that it can be heard.

After a rain yesterday, the air was particularly fresh this morning, and the autumn sun was warm and gentle.

Pei Zhi stayed abroad for two years, but her driver's license was overdue and she had to take a taxi all the way after she came back. She walked all the way to the entrance of the community, but she didn't look back, but she could tell from the sound of footsteps that Xie Xing was still not far away and not close to him.

I don’t know which play he sang again this morning.

Finally she couldn't help but stop at the intersection, turned around and faced: "Umbrella."

Only when she got closer did she realize that the red bloodshot in the other person's eyes was much more serious than what she had seen casually before, and her tone couldn't help but flattened: "Didn't you say that you should remember to return it? Do you want it, don't want me--"

"want."

He put aside his cold and unfamiliar look in front of Lao Pei, and suddenly smiled: "I'll give it to me."

Pei Zhi choked her throat with a word and cursed in a low voice: "...I'm sick."

I don’t know how this sentence poked his point. Xie Xing suddenly lowered his head, closed his smile little by little, and stared at her, as if observing.

"elder sister--"

This sudden name made Pei Zhi call her in a daze, and her past deep affection reappeared. He liked to call her by biting her ears like this.

Without thinking deeply, the private car that was in a hurry to go out took her back to reality with a whistle.

Pei Zhi frowned: "Don't call me that. Hold the umbrella by yourself."

Everything returned to the origin, Xie Xing reached out to pick up the umbrella, revealing a thin arm, the cuff just stuck to the elbow, and the blue veins under the fair skin were slightly protruding. When picking up the umbrella, the elbows were flipped.

Pei Zhi immediately withdrew her gaze. She knew that she could see a flesh-colored scar when she looked in.

The wound was not healed well, it was lighter than the original skin color, and it was a piece of the size of a coin.

A scar fell on such a flawless body, and no one could resist curiosity. When his friends saw it, they would ask, but Pei Zhi was unable to avoid the vulgarity.

However, from the first time she saw the scar to the question, she experienced the complicated mental journey of "He is still young and ignorant, and I am still making trouble" to "I am guilty and I actually took action."

That time was at his house.

Pei Zhi was nestled in his arms and watched a movie. She accidentally rubbed her elbow on the skin while touching the remote control.

She lowered her eyelids and rubbed it carefully: "Your scar has been so old that it has not been cured?"

"Yes." Xie Xingan let her rub it quietly and nodded: "I did it when I was a child."

"How did you do it?"

"My parents are not at home all year round, and I and the nanny are the only ones at home. Once, the power outage suddenly broke down and the nanny contacted the property downstairs to see the circuit. I was still young and ignorant, so I touched a candle to play with it myself."

"Then what?"

He asked back without answering: "What shape do you think of this scar?"

His skin was white, and the flesh-colored scar on the scalded area was one degree lighter than the original skin. The edges of the scar were blurred, like the outline of the sun reflected on the sea.

Pei Zhi thought for a moment and hesitated: "Sun?"

"Does it look good?"

"What's so good!" Pei Zhi pinched his waist and forced him to finish the story he hadn't told before: "Do you still say it or not? If you don't say it, I'll pinch you."

"There is nothing to hear behind, it's just the scar left after being scalded."

Will burn scars stay for so long?

Pei Zhi didn't know, but she was curious and couldn't help but chase her and ask again.

Xie Xing couldn't persuade her and still kept holding the person in his arms, but his chin was pressed against the other person's shoulder. His voice fell into his ears: "When I was a child, I was simple in my mind. I obviously burned myself out of water, but I always felt that I was naughty and did something wrong. I was afraid that I would do something wrong, so my parents came back to see me less often, so I held back and didn't say it. Not only did I not say it, I also deliberately wore long sleeves to cover it up in the summer."

“…and what happened later.”

"Later, the nanny found out that the wound on my hand was already very suppurated. If you debride, apply medicine and recover, you will not be able to remove the scar."

Pei Zhi felt more and more worried when she heard it. Although her parents had their own divorces, that was also after puberty.

Besides, the two of them were exactly the same as their concern for her. It was hard for her to imagine how it felt to her parents leave their children alone at home and leave them to the nanny for care because of their busy work.

She felt sympathy and felt uncomfortable. She comforted her: "It's okay, if you think it's not good, laser scar removal technology is very advanced now."

“——and it doesn’t hurt.”

She carefully reached out her finger and poked the scar, feeling depressed: "By the way, did you hurt at that time?"

"I forgot long ago." He smiled, and his eyebrows were also smiling: "And I won't remove scars. My sister feels sorry for me in the future, won't it be good?"

Pei Zhi lowered her head and gently kissed his scar: "It hurts you."

Whenever she talked about this scar, she always felt sympathy, so that later she became a small way to gain sympathy when she made mistakes. It also became the most sensitive point.

A light kiss on the scar will always make him red-eyed.

When Pei Zhi recalled the past, she was unwilling to repeat the same mistakes and looked elsewhere first.

Xie Xing didn't look calm like he was intentional. He took back his umbrella and asked in a low voice: "Do you go to the magazine?"

"Um."

"I'm driving here, I'll take you there."

"No need." Pei Zhi looked down at her phone, "I have a taxi myself."

She had thought of several excuses to use for excuses, but she didn't expect that the other party did not bother her and just replied in a quiet voice: "Yes."

Pei Zhi was surprised, but she quickly convinced herself.

After living outside for two years, she has polished her personality a lot, so why didn't she allow others to change? Or maybe it was just that she demonized his personality in her memory, but it was not that difficult or unbearable.
To be continued...