Although she had no communication with Zhao Cheng, she was not an ordinary person after all. In a short period of time, she had already sketched out a profile of Zhao Cheng in her mind.
Embarrassed, sober, determined, confused, lonely, habitually keeping a distance from the world and the people around me, immersed in my own world.
The difficulty here comes from the observation of Zhao Cheng's clothes. As for the latter ones, the judgments are made through his temperament, demeanor, and the feeling of super powers.
There are not a few such people in this world.
In her judgment, Zhao Cheng is undoubtedly still at a low point in his life. Although he is struggling to move forward, there is still a long way to go.
Undoubtedly, people who are at such a low point are the easiest to conquer.
If there is such a person, if you accompany him and encourage him, your favorability level will definitely be increased directly.
But the reality is that such a person is often not encountered at such a stage.
And when in the future, after this period of time has passed, no one will be able to enter the heart of such a person.
I have to say that many things in the world are always so helpless, either because the time is wrong or the people are wrong.
However, such thoughts only lasted for a moment, and Li Qingmeng stopped thinking about them.
Her subjective judgment was that Zhao Cheng and she were not from the same world. Indeed, she was aware of this, but she had no reason to be that person.
Even though she has no relatives or reasons, her kindness is not so much.
In the blink of an eye, this matter was forgotten by her.
...
After the rain subsided a little, Zhao Cheng held an umbrella and walked to his rental house.
Because it was summer, he was wearing very thin clothes. It rained at night to cool down the temperature, and the wind and rain hit him, causing a strong chill.
It was windy and raining heavily, and apart from a few cars, there were almost no pedestrians on the street. Although the world was not quiet, Zhao Cheng still felt a sense of complete silence.
The rain wet our clothes, and the water on the road wet our shoes. It was sticky and cold, and the wind blew the umbrella, causing considerable resistance.
He felt a little embarrassed, but he felt that this was nothing.
He struggled to return to his rental house. The moment he opened the door, the room was dark and empty. He was stunned by the sudden feeling of loneliness.
For a moment, he even felt that life seemed meaningless.
Fortunately, it was only for a moment.
After that, he washed up and changed clothes mechanically, listening to the wind and rain outside the window, as if he was the only one left in the whole world.
Didi didi!
Just then, Zhao Cheng's cell phone rang. It was an invitation for a video call. The note was Zhao Xiaoxiang.
"Zhao Cheng, Zhao Cheng..."
After the call was connected, Zhao Xiaoxiang waved on the phone, his eyes smiling like crescent moons.
"how have you been?"
Zhao Xiaoxiang asked.
"Well, he is probably still alive, not dead."
Zhao Cheng thought for a moment and then responded.
"If you say that, I feel relieved."
Zhao Xiaoxiang nodded with satisfaction.
"Let me tell you, I just took a nap and had a dream. In the dream, I traveled to another world. As for you, you were captured by the villain at the beginning and were sacrificed as a sacrifice. It was me who took it with one hand.
Sword, I defeated the final boss alone and saved you..."
Zhao Xiaoxiang rambled.
After Zhao Cheng heard this, he selectively ignored Zhao Xiaoxiang's nap at night. As for life, how could this thing be meaningless?!
"Zhao Xiaoxiang, I seriously doubt that this dream of yours was some kind of artistic processing by you. What kind of villain can catch me?"
"I, Zhao Wudi Cheng, even if I carry..."
The two chatted for a while, and before finally ending the call, Zhao Xiaoxiang said that he wanted to give Zhao Cheng a surprise.
As the phone was hung up, the rental house suddenly became quiet.
There was the sound of wind and rain outside.
But the same scene gives people completely different feelings because of different people's moods.
At this moment, Zhao Cheng felt that the sky was clear, the air was clear, and the wind was gentle.
Even now, it's actually raining, at night.
...
The past few days in a row were the same, with the weather clearing up after two days of rain.
Zhao Cheng did the same thing every day, but because of the surprise Zhao Xiaoxiang said, he had more expectations and his mood was subtly different.
The girl at the front desk, after watching videos every day, still habitually chatted with him and talked about all kinds of gossip, but it was not because she had a deep relationship with Zhao Cheng, she just simply needed an audience.
The most important thing is that among all the people in the Kendo Hall, only Zhao Cheng does not argue with her.
Undoubtedly, what she wants is not a chat partner, but a good listener who can say yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes...
...
On Friday night, Zhao Cheng came home from get off work and saw Zhao Xiaoxiang's surprise at the door of his home.
"surprise!"
Zhao Xiaoxiang, who was squatting at the door, jumped up.
"stop!"
Zhao Cheng stretched out his hand and stopped Zhao Xiaoxiang from making further movements.
"Is this the surprise you were talking about?!"
Zhao Cheng's head was a little confused.
Indeed, this time is summer vacation for Zhao Xiaoxiang.
"What, you don't like this surprise?!" Zhao Xiaoxiang's eyes became dangerous.
"like."
Zhao Cheng is convinced.
"I didn't expect you to like minimalist style now."
After Zhao Xiaoxiang entered the room, he nodded.
Low emotional intelligence: poverty.
High emotional intelligence: minimalist style.
"Have you booked a place to stay?" Zhao Cheng asked.
"Wait a minute, I'm here to join you, and you want me to book a place outside?!"
Zhao Xiaoxiang responded.
"I like your bed very much. Now it belongs to me. I think this area is very suitable for making a floor."
Zhao Xiaoxiang turned his back on guests and seemed to be the owner here.
The place Zhao Xiaoxiang mentioned was the place where Zhao Cheng practiced swordsmanship on weekdays.
In order to facilitate the practice of swordsmanship, although his room is a single room, the area is not small.
"Zhao Cheng, have you ever thought about the future?"
After turning off the lights, Zhao Xiaoxiang lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling with the dim light.
"In the future, whatever happens is fine."
Zhao Cheng said that the floor was a little hard, but it was not a big problem.
"What about marriage?"
Zhao Xiaoxiang asked again.
"It's not a good idea to push someone else's daughter into a pit of fire!"
Zhao Cheng took a breath of cold air.
"That's not what you said before. I still remember that someone a few years ago kept saying, Wu Yiran, how can I live without you? Why has it become a fire pit now?"
Zhao Xiaoxiang became venomous.
Zhao Cheng felt that this question was not easy to answer. Who had not died when Young Shaoshe died? He felt that his biggest mistake back then was not saying these words, but having the courage to tell Zhao Xiaoxiang about this.
.
"So, not getting married?!"
Seeing that Zhao Cheng didn't speak, Zhao Xiaoxiang changed the topic.
"Anything is fine!"
Zhao Cheng looked at the ceiling and felt that his sister seemed to be less cute the bigger she got.