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Chapter 66 066: Rong Li replies to her confession

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    "I am an exception." He walked directly in, "Which room do you live in?"

    Lin Hemiao followed: "The room on the far right on the second floor."

    Cheng Ji glanced at the front desk and went directly upstairs.

    Lin Hemiao's room was at the stairwell on the second floor. She turned off the flashlight on her phone, handed it back to Cheng Ji, and then took out her key and opened the door.

    Cheng Ji went in first, without turning on the lights, and took a quick look.

    "You live here?"

    Lin Hemiao turned on the light.

    It¡¯s a small room and there¡¯s no bathroom.

    She brought the only chair in the room for Cheng Ji to sit on: "The lady boss is very nice. She only charged me 30 yuan a night."

    Cheng Ji didn't sit down and looked around. His eyes stopped on the table, where there was a hot water bottle and two buckets of instant noodles: "Pack your things. You can sleep at my house tonight. I will help you find a place to live again tomorrow."  place."

    Lin Hemiao shook her head.

    Cheng Ji¡¯s tone became stern and urged: ¡°Don¡¯t waste time, go pack your things.¡±

    Lin Hemiao was like a soft persimmon to him. She couldn't win over him, so she had to pack up. She had no luggage and only had two astronomical telescopes.

    She took the telescope out of the closet and wrapped it in a waterproof plastic bag outside the cardboard box.

    Cheng Ji saw her holding the telescope carefully, and felt confused: "You don't know how to sell these two things if you don't have money?"

    She said with a serious face: "You can't sell it, this is a gift from you."

    Fool.

    Cheng Ji walked over and said, "Give it to me."

    Lin He didn¡¯t give the seedlings, thinking he was going to sell them.

    Cheng Ji blew the broken hair off his forehead and said, "I'll help you get it."

    "oh."

    She gave one.

    Cheng Ji picked up the other one and asked her to follow.  She held two buckets of instant noodles and followed him obediently.

    When checking out, the landlady asked Lin Hemiao: "Who is this?"

    Cheng Ji was waiting at the door.

    Lin Hemiao answered the proprietress in a low voice: "They are members of my family."

    The landlady was relieved and asked her not to run away from home again.

    Cheng Ji¡¯s house is at the head of Chengcun Village in Shigang. It is an old house that has been renovated. He sleeps in the shop most of the time and rarely comes to stay.

    There is dust on the table in the main room.

    As soon as Cheng Ji put down his things, his cell phone rang.

    "what?"

    It was Rong Li who called: "I can't drive at night. Please go to Xu Tanxi's house. She is sick and needs to be sent to the county hospital."

    Four hours ago, it rained in the town. The rain fell quickly and fiercely, soaking many pedestrians who were hurriedly returning home.

    Huaqiao Street is connected to Liangzhan Old Street. There are no stores on the east side of the old street, and the road is also very old. It was built in the early years. After the new station was built, this road became deserted. The ground is uneven and rainwater falls.  A puddle can accumulate in a short time, with strong winds and heavy rains, and the green trees on both sides are destroyed and swayed here and there.

    There were very few pedestrians on the road. There was an old lady riding a tricycle. She sold roasted sweet potatoes. There was an oven in the back of the tricycle, which was trapped with hemp rope. There was also a little boy of three or four years old sitting there.

    The little boy covered his face with his hands: "Grandma." His hands were red from the cold, and his nose was also red, "Grandma, it's raining so hard."

    The old lady had a strong body and kicked her feet very fast. She turned around and asked her grandson: "Is the baby cold?"

    "cold."

    The old lady stopped the car first and wanted to take off her cotton-padded jacket to protect the child from the rain. At this moment, a red umbrella came over.

    There were a few small flowers embroidered on the edge of the umbrella. The old lady looked up along the hand holding the umbrella and saw that it was a pretty girl.  In the winter in the south, the rain and fog are thick, and in the hazy mist, the girl holding an umbrella stands tall and graceful, soft and elegant.

    She said: "The umbrella is very big, you can come in and take shelter."

    The voice was also nice. The old lady hid in the umbrella and spoke imperfectly in Mandarin: "Thank you."

    She said no thanks, raised her hand a little higher, and tilted the umbrella toward the grandparents and grandson: "Are you taking the left path?"

    The old lady said yes, the car was parked on the left, and asked which village Xu Tanxi was from?

    "My family lives in Zhuluan Rong Village."

    The old lady is from the river dam: "It's not going well. You can go home. I won't delay you anymore."

    There are no shops on this road, and we haven¡¯t reached the village yet, so there isn¡¯t even a place to take shelter from the rain.  But the journey is not long, only about 200 meters.

     Xu Tanxi said: "I will take you to the village in front." There is a place to take shelter from the rain.

    The old lady didn¡¯t want to trouble her. She looked at her grandson and nodded: ¡°Then I¡¯ll trouble you.¡±

    "No trouble."

    Xu Tanxi held an umbrella, the old man pushed the cart, and the children behind him sang a local song in dialect. It should be a song to persuade people to drink. Xu Tanxi understood "one cup after another".

    The umbrella was still a bit too small to cover three people. After a short walk, the old man and the child were okay, but Xu Tanxi¡¯s entire back was wet.

    She sent her grandfather and grandson to the nearest village to the left fork in the road, and found a house to take shelter from the rain under the eaves.

    The old lady kept thanking her, packed her a bag of roasted sweet potatoes, and asked her to take it home to eat.

    Xu Tanxi only took one with him, holding an umbrella and walking on the cement path. Just when he reached the fork in the road, he saw Rong Li standing on another path holding a black umbrella.

    She walked over: "Sir, do you want to eat sweet potatoes?"

    Her coat was almost wet, and her hair draped over her shoulders was also wet. It was so cold that her hand holding the umbrella handle turned blue.

    "I don't want to eat." Rong Li glanced at the grandfather and grandson not far away and asked her, "Do you know them?"

    Xu Tanxi said: "I don't know him."

    Rong Li just saw her from a distance. A red umbrella was tilted, completely covering the heads of the grandfather and grandson. Half of her was outside the umbrella.

    Rong Li didn¡¯t understand at all: ¡°Is it necessary to make yourself so embarrassed for a stranger?¡±

    He has poor empathy, and the life and death of others are insignificant to him.

    Xu Tanxi was a little cold due to the rain, and her lips turned white: "The child is still young¡ª¡ª"

    The same goes for the old, the weak, the sick, and the disabled. Rong Li didn't have the kindness to do so, so he interrupted her and said, "What does it have to do with you?" He took off his coat and threw it to her. He said in a very calm tone, "You deserve to be cold."

    Xu Tanxi put on his coat. While putting on his clothes, he couldn't hold the umbrella steady with one hand and it was dangling.

    Rong Li held her up with his hands, and when she finished dressing, he stopped and left.

    Xu Tanxi walked behind him, holding two umbrellas, one black and one red, one high and one low. She couldn't walk as fast as him. She could only look at his back when she raised her head: "I read a book by my uncle before I went to college.  , there is a sentence in it," she read out in a very soft tone, "Don't neglect a good deed because it is too small."

    She was answering his question "What does it have to do with you?"

    Rong Li knows this sentence, and also knows the sentence before it: Don't do evil for small things.

    She has a very correct view of good and evil, which is very different from him.

    Rong Li stopped and turned to face her: "Xu Tanxi."

    "Um?"

    She stopped and listened to him.

    "I burned your letter."

    I don¡¯t know if it was caused by the wind, but her red umbrella swayed, and the rain splashed on her black short boots and wet the hem of her skirt.

    Rong Li didn¡¯t look into her eyes, but looked at his coat that she was wearing. It didn¡¯t fit her well, it was too big, and the black color made her face look even paler.

    He and she are really not from the same world. This rain made the contrast between black and white too clear.  She was right, there was nothing wrong with being kind to others, it was him, he was terminally ill and incompatible with this world.

    "I'm much worse than you think. Don't like me and don't waste your time on me." After he finished speaking, he left her alone.

    The rain didn¡¯t stop, and Xu Tanxi¡¯s voice was blown to pieces by the wind.

    "Rong Li"

    Rong Li didn¡¯t look back. I don¡¯t know if she cried or not.

    Xu Tanxi, don¡¯t cry, it¡¯s not worth it.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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