Zhuo Zhiwei got her answer, bends the corners of his lips gently, finally let go of his defenses completely, leaned back in her arms, and gently wrapped her hands around her waist.

The girl's waist was slender but powerful, and she could feel the scorching heat even through her pajamas. Zhuo Zhiwei's fingertips trembled, and suddenly there was a tingling current flowing through her body from her fingertips, and her heart trembled.

There is an impulse to want time to stop at this moment forever.

"Qingqi."

She called her.

Unlike "He Qingqi" in her previous life, she called her Qingqi.

He Qingqi bit his lip severely, and a single syllable came out from his throat: "Huh?"

"Can I continue to talk to you?" Zhuo Zhiwei asked softly: "Today seems to have an idea...that I particularly want to talk to."

"Will you continue to listen to me?"

A few words were too soft, she seemed to be a little girl who didn't know the world, so He Qingqi couldn't help but let go of the movements of holding Zhuo Zhiwei softly.

"Of course I do." She whispered.

"Yeah..." Zhuo Zhiwei thought for a while, looked out the window, and his voice gradually became far away: "It's probably going to start when I was in junior high school..."

The young Zhuo Zhiwei is a child who grew up in a single-parent family. There is only a mother at home. His mother does not have a specific job, but does not have a family all day long.

She was at home alone, watching TV or studying, and went to the special class by herself, with the bus card and house key prepared by her mother on her neck. Gradually, she developed a taciturn temperament.

After entering junior high school, all the girls in the class had their own small group. Although she was bored, but fortunately she was good-looking, she was drawn into their circle by the same table.

She met a cheerful girl, Nan Jue, and they became friends.

The most common ones in junior high school are friends who eat together, go home together, and go to the bathroom together.

Zhuo Zhiwei likes this friend very much, because of her, she is no longer alone.

Life should have picked up like this, but all the peace was broken in one afternoon, when a man suddenly appeared, saying that he was going to be Zhuo Zhiwei's father.

The man took Zhuo Zhiwei and his mother to the house, and there was a girl who was about the same age as Zhuo Zhiwei in that house.

It's Nan Jue.

"Yes." Zhuo Zhiwei smiled suddenly: "I forgot to say that he is really my father. That was the first time I saw that man. I always thought I didn't have a father... But later, I found out. My birth is the original sin."

Life is so dramatic, first give you a sweet date, and then slap you hard.

"Nan Jue...Her mother has just passed away a few months ago. I was comforting her not long ago, but in the next second, I became a knife to gouge her."

"Before her mother died, she saw her father and a woman with her own eyes. Later she told me that she was worried about that woman coming into the house. As a result."

Zhuo Zhi said slightly, "That's my mother."

"She suspected that my mother and her father joined forces to kill her mother, and even called the police, but it was really just an accident."

"So we broke."

He Qingqi's lips moved, and he thought about it, but he didn't know how to comfort her.

This is not Zhuo Zhiwei's fault, and Nan Ju is not to blame for the progress here. Her heart is full of frustration and powerlessness, and she doesn't even know how to scold someone.

Finally, I had to say something bored: "I won't break with you."

"I will always be your friend."

Zhuo Zhi smiled, ignored her, with a touch of grief, and continued: "She poured all her anger and hatred on me and my mother. She herself is a bright and lively temperament, and she is very playful in the class. And I am different... I don't actually have a few close friends, she is the best one.

"So, under her spare no effort to slander me, the whole class began to ignore me, couldn't see me, and carried out cold violence on me. Only a few people dared to talk to me."

"My temperament, you know, there is nothing to say, although it is uncomfortable, it will not cause too much trouble."

"As a result, Nan Jue's personality has become more and more gloomy, more and more irritable, like hiding in the dark to see people, like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity to take your life... I'm scared, many people are scared, I really In a sense, he became the lone ranger in the class."

Zhuo Zhi slightly lowered his eyes and laughed at himself.

She would never forget that night. She plucked up the courage to ask her only support in the world, her mother, begging her to let her have a high school that a normal girl should have. Her mother agreed, and she was ecstatic.

But it turned into a vain on the first day of school.

Nan Yue lowered her head slightly, Liu Hai blocked her eyes, and suddenly raised her eyes, revealing an extremely cold and dangerous smile: "I won't let you go."

She went to her mother and told her that there was something wrong with Nan Jue, and hoped that she would be her savior just like other parents.

What she finally got was the plea of ​​what she thought was the savior.

Her mother is pregnant.

Hope she can help her.

Block Nan Jue who is like a lunatic.

Zhuo Zhiwei accepted his fate.

In Nan Jue's eyes, it was the stepmother and father's guilty conscience. They were sorry for her, so they would let her learn from each other, so they became more vigorous.

"This scar on my shoulder was drawn at the end of the second year of high school. She added a large dose of sleeping pills to my milk. When I reached the third stroke, I woke up with pain, and I felt weak to touch the one beside me. With the phone, turn on the camera mode. By coincidence, my mom is back."

"A total of eight stitches were stitched, but she fluttered and only apologized to me. At that time, I didn't know that she was my sister. It was impossible not to hate her in my heart, but one day, in the ward, I was fascinated. I can hear my parents arguing in the hallway."

"The word my mother blurted out made me completely let go of my resentment towards Nan Jue. On the contrary, I felt ashamed."

"She said, Wei Wei is also your daughter!"

At this time, her mother finally thought of her and was willing to say something for her.

The father replied something that Zhuo Zhiwei didn't hear clearly. He only heard his mother crying sadly: "Back when you concealed the fact that you were married and tricked me into bed to give birth to a child, why didn't you say this."

Sometimes this is the case, once you break your own principles, you will break again and again.

When she was three months pregnant, her mother was urging to get married, but found out that her boyfriend was actually married. She was furious and wanted to kill the child, so she didn't agree to be a nameless third party.

But the mother only has this face to look through. With a junior high school education, if she breaks up with her boyfriend, she has to go back to the life of washing dishes and pouring tea.

She is reluctant to live a generous life without work, and she really likes her boyfriend.

So under the begging of her boyfriend, she abandoned her shame.

She left her last conscience to her daughter, hoping that she would never know her life experience.

It's a pity that Zhuo Zhiwei still knows.

Zhuo Zhiwei finally understood why his mother had become more and more indifferent to her since the birth of her younger brother, because her younger brother was a child born in wedlock, and she was a product of bad faith. In one day, she would remind her mother of the shameful things she did in the past.

She also left the last shame to her daughter.

"I am a pillar of shame, and my mother has been nailed to me."

He Qingqi frowned, looked worried, and took her hand: "Zhiwei..."

"At that moment, I was determined that I would leave this home."

"I didn't dare to put my hope on those two people. I took photos by myself, collected evidence, put away the knife and cup, and took the glass of water for testing. The test results are also well preserved. I secretly signed up without telling them. I don’t know if I should thank my mother..."

Zhuo Zhiwei grabbed his eyes and hid a piece of irony: "Thanks to her since she was a child, she used my dad's money to let me learn dance and music, I passed the line."

"I changed to Capital University of Music in the last hour of the registration deadline for the college entrance examination."

"I finally escaped from them."

"The derailed eccentric father, the mother who got involved in other people's marriages, the brother who knows nothing, and the sister who hates me to the bone."

"And this scar is my medal."

Zhuo Zhiwei succeeded in getting rid of the pathological native family that made her ashamed, but later, she got used to being lonely, and she seemed to be sick too.

She became more and more taciturn, afraid to lead a collective life, afraid to have a good relationship with others, and even less afraid to...like someone.

Participating in "Idol Age" was a challenge she initiated to herself, and here, she met He Qingqi.

For the first time someone was willing to protect her.

Like a savior who descended from the sky, just as she hoped when she was young.

She once fantasized that a classmate would be like this, and she also fantasized that her mother would be like this.

But she waited until she didn't dare to look forward to it anymore. When she was 22 years old, she finally waited for this person.

Fortunately, she waited.

She is a girl with a sense of justice, domineering and second-degree girl, occasionally exuding a milky smell on her body, childish and cute.

She plucked up the courage to find each other, and the other side gave her a very friendly reply. They became good friends, so good that this person picked her back home.

She seems to be cured.

You can live a group life, you can make friends, you can...like someone.

Zhuo Zhiwei smiled suddenly, laughing relieved.

"They never took the initiative to find me again. It seems that there has never been a daughter like me. I heard from someone I knew before that Nan Jue now focuses on my mother and my brother, and has no time to pay attention to me."

"This is my story. After hearing this, would you still be friends with me?"

He Qingqi was bored and didn't say a word. He only lowered his eyes to help Zhuo Zhiwei put on her clothes, and then helped her with one button and one button.

After a while, she muttered: "Why don't you want to, I didn't say it, all this is not your fault."

"Even if... it is considered that you owe Nan Jue, but when she drew these three scars on your left shoulder, it has already been paid off."

Hearing this, Zhuo Zhiwei's face finally showed the first truly happy smile tonight.

With slender fingers clasped on He Qingqi's wrist, his clear eyes fixedly looked at her directly, and his eyebrows were sentimentally: "Thank you, Qingqi."

The voice is cool, but the speaking is very slow, like a mint-flavored coquettish.

He Qingqi's heart trembled, and there was a trace of nervousness for no reason. He looked around and did not dare to look at her.

After biting his lip, he stammered, "You are welcome."

"Bah." He Qingqi found something wrong as soon as he said it, slightly annoyed: "I mean there is nothing to be thankful for, it was like this."

Zhuo Zhi lowered his eyes and smiled slightly: "I know."

she says.

The curled eyelashes are gently fanned, looking down and smiling like a touch of orchid blooming in a deep mountain canyon.

He Qingqi's heart skipped a beat for no reason.

Zhuo Zhiwei raised his eyes again, and what he saw was the look of the little lion in a daze, as if he saw a peerless beauty broke into his territory.

His eyes softened, and suddenly he wanted to show his sincerity.

But after thinking about it, her little lion’s relationship life is probably a bad debt. Before she can completely get out of her relationship with Fang Xuanyao, she had better hide herself well. What she wants is a complete and clean He Qing. Habitat.

but.

She softened her eyes, fell into the clear lake under He Qingqi's eyes, and said frankly: "I have never said this to anyone. You are the first."

She can still show how this person is different to her.

He Qingqi blinked, and what came into his eyes was the sincere and sincere gaze of the peerless beauty, as well as the heart-pounding words. The eyes suddenly lit up, like exploding fireworks in the sky, making people bright Don't dare to look directly.

She hurriedly straightened her back and raised her chin slightly to show her sincerity: "Me, me too!"

"It's the first time I told you during the day!" It was like a reckless and sincere young man asking for credit to his trusted sister.

Zhuo Zhiwei couldn't help bending his lips and whispered: "My pleasure."

It looks like a lot of susu and susu.

He Qingqi floated and was fascinated.

Zhuo Zhiwei's eyes flashed sly, lightly grasping He Qingqi's sleeves, relying on her whole body, his eyes clear and hopeful: "Will you stay here at night and sleep with me?"

He Qingqi paused, as if hesitated.

Immediately afterwards, I saw the beauties next to me with a gloomy look, lowered their eyes, with a little grievance in their tone: "I have never slept with anyone."

"I heard that other people have friends who are close to each other and they will sleep together. This is the first time that I have such a close friend."

The beauty raised her head, looked at He Qingqi with pure eyes, and pursed her lips:

"If you have trouble..."

Instant protection is overwhelming.

The little lion straightened his waist and said first: "Of course not!"

"I will sleep with you tonight!"

Zhuo Zhiwei couldn't hold back his eyes and glanced to one side, curled the corners of his lips, and smirked.

So, after eleven years of acquaintance, He Qingqi lay on her friend's bed for the first time.

Looking at the ceiling, he was a little nervous.

Although she was clean, she still smelled of shower gel.

I clenched the quilt tightly, and there was something in my mind.

From the memory of the last life, until being hit by Fang Xuanyao to death, and then when he was reborn in this life, the tattoo of the **** disappeared...

Tattoo?

Tattoo!

He Qingqi's eyes lit up, he turned to his side, and his left face was squeezed with his arm: "Zhiwei, let's get a tattoo together tomorrow!"

Zhuo Zhiwei was taken aback for a moment, then smiled: "Okay."

"Then we sleep?"

"Ok."

The light slammed out.

Today's emotional ups and downs are too great, Zhuo Zhiwei is really a little tired, and soon he will fall asleep.

Just when she was in a daze and was about to fall asleep, the little lion next to her suddenly roared, "Zhiwei!"

Just like the large dogs raised in the family, they are sticky and cute, no matter how old they are, they are milky, but when they fall asleep in the middle of the night, they still have to guard against unprovoked screams.

In an instant, all sleepiness disappeared.

For the domestic lion, Zhuo Zhiwei would naturally not be annoyed. He slowly sat up and asked with a good temper: "What's the matter?"

"It used to be that Nan Yue didn't know where you were. Now that you are like this, she won't tell you that you are an illegitimate daughter!"

Zhuo Zhiwei was stunned, then whispered softly: "She doesn't know these things."

"She only knew that my mother got involved in her parents' marriage... I don't know, I was the product of this shameful relationship."

He Qingqi frowned and said unwillingly: "Don't say that to yourself."

Zhuo Zhi smiled, and decisively rua down her little lion, with thick and soft hair: "You are not happy."

"Of course I am not happy." He Qingqi rubbed her palms and said, "You are my best friend."

Zhuo Zhiwei borrowed the moonlight to look at her expression, and tentatively asked: "The best?"

He Qingqi raised his eyebrows: "The best."

"Of all my friends, I like you the most!"

When she said this, she looked like a young man with a childish look and a little overbearing. Zhuo Zhiwei's heart was hit instantly, and the little deer seemed to be lost in the labyrinth in her heart again, running rampant everywhere.

I like you best.

These five words were tossed between her lips and teeth, suddenly as if she had the whole world.

Sooner or later I want you to remove the prefix.

Zhuo Zhi thought slightly.