Forbidden lovers

chapter4

Miao Jing tugged at her skirt, feeling the stuffiness of her skin being dried by the heat, and quickly wrapped in a sticky plaster. No one came to pick her up, so the mother and daughter took a taxi, and finally got off in a lively residential area. Wei Mingzhen led Miao Jing in one hand and dragged the suitcase in the other, held her head high, and walked to a five-story residential building in the whispers of passers-by. Her mother dyed her hair yellow, wore a leopard print dress, black stockings, and high-heeled sandals, like an arrogant peacock. She tied her own ponytail, wore two sparkling pearls on the hairline, a white sleeveless dress, small purple flowers, a bow tied with a ribbon at the back of her waist, and a three-layer skirt with a hard edge of purple waves rolled around the edge. When she looked in the mirror, even she was stunned. Wei Mingzhen took her to knock on the door of the second floor. Someone opened the door, a very weak and thin man with a high nose bridge and large double eyelids. Seeing the mother and daughter, she smiled gently and helped bring the luggage in: "Here, welcome." Wei Mingzhen pushed Miao Jing secretly. "Hello, uncle." "Hey, so good." In the two-bedroom house, the two bedrooms face east side by side, the balcony faces west, and the kitchen, bathroom and living room are in the middle. The layout is quite spacious. Wei Mingzhen had visited the house for a month and was very familiar with it. In the attitude of a hostess, he instructed Miao Jing to change her shoes, wash her hands, sit on the sofa, and then go to the kitchen to boil water and make tea. By the way, he asked what to eat for lunch. Not long after, Chen Libin entered the room by himself and sat down in front of the computer. After a while, Wei Mingzhen brought a cup of tea and went in front of the computer. She sat on the armrest of the chair and whispered a few words. She carefully inspected the house, and the hygiene of the house was a little scribbled, but some details could be seen - the teapot and water cup at home were elegant and exquisite, the dust cloth of the TV was hand-embroidered and covered with thin tassels, the walls were hung with hazy picture frames that she could not understand, and there were a few cute porcelain dolls left in the empty cupboard - the details could vaguely feel the remnants of the mistress of the past. Wei Mingzhen opened the door and came out of the room, wiping her oiled curls. Chen Libin was still sitting in front of the computer. Wei Mingzhen explained that he was trading stocks and asked Miao Jing if she wanted to go out together. She went downstairs to buy some cooked food. Miao Jing stared at the TV screen and said nothing. It was a good-looking boy, wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, his clothes were stained with dust, his back was yellow, and his long eyelashes were hanging down. He inexplicably felt that the boy was very clean, and when he looked up, he saw that his eyes were stubborn and hard like stones, and he was not a good character to mess with in the pile of children. "This is my son, Chen Yi." "Hello, brother." "Just call her Miao Jing." Chen Yi chewed on the bones of the roast chicken, and the bone slag puffed on the table, looking lawless. Chen Libin lowered his head and drank wine slowly by the side. Wei Mingzhen enthusiastically crossed the topic and called the family to eat and drink. At that time, Miao Jing didn't grow well, her hair was withered and yellow, her body was shriveled and slender, and her temperament looked like an insensitive little old lady, but her eyes were beautiful, like a clear and tranquil spring water, not as tacky and gorgeous as Wei Mingzhen, her nose and mouth could be seen as a beauty embryo, and she had to wait for her to slowly emerge and grow up. Miao Jing was eight years old, Chen Yi was only ten years old, Miao Jing was in the second grade, Chen Yi was in the fourth grade, and the difference between the two was two years old. In fact, it was less than two years old, only sixteen months apart. Chen Yi's birthday was December 24th, and the reason why he remembered it so clearly was because Christmas Eve had become Valentine's Day in disguise in China. Miao Jing was born on April 19th of the next two years. Chen Yi studied a year earlier than her. There were only two bedrooms in the house, and Miao Jing could only live in the same room as Chen Yiyi. Fortunately, the room was rectangular, and the area was not small. After the adults had allocated the territory, Miao Jing put away her few clothes and sundries, and planned to put the stationery and notebooks in her schoolbag into the drawer next to her bed. Chen Yi also stayed in the room, watching her open the desk drawer, suddenly took two steps over, her eyes were cold and fierce, and she kicked her calf heavily. She shrank in pain, and her whole leg was curled up in the corner of the table, and she also grinned in pain - and then she was quickly covered by Chen Yi's mouth, and the scream was blocked under his palm. Chen Libin and Wei Mingzhen were chatting in the living room, and Miao Jing smelled the smell of his palm, rust, mud, sour garbage, grass roots, and roast chicken, mixed together, which made people dislike it and avoid it.