Girlfriend Is Strange

Chapter 2 Part 2

When we came to Daohe Village, it rained suddenly. The car drove in from the farmland path and stopped in front of a low house in an open field. The two sat in the car for a while. Yan Zhipeng heard that there was an umbrella in the house. So he took the key with her, rushed out of the car in the rain, went into the house and took an umbrella to help her support, and sent her into the house smoothly.

"Thank you." Logically speaking, it should be her, the owner, who entered the house in the rain to get an umbrella, and help him, the guest, to hold the umbrella. Unexpectedly, he didn't care about being drenched in the rain, so he rushed out of the car with all his might, and she couldn't stop him in time. "You're all wet, I'll get you a towel to wipe it off."

There are only two rooms in the house, she went to the back room, took a big towel and walked to him, she naturally wanted to help him wipe it, but he was too tall, and suddenly thought that they were "strangers" now, she The hand that was raised in the air descended, and handed him the big towel in his hand.

"Your clothes are all wet, I'll find you a shirt to change." She walked back to the back room again.

While wiping his wet hair, Yan Zhipeng glanced around. He had a little impression of this house. He came to Daohe Village to discuss cooperation with the villagers. The low house located in a large field stood out. He thought it was a house However, the villagers told him that it was the home of Ahubo. The land around the house originally belonged to Ahubo, but after his death, his younger brother sold the land, and now the Huo family is only This low house remains—

But he didn't remember anything after that, but he felt as if he had been in this room before, and a picture flashed in his mind-there seemed to be a tiger head pillow in the front room, and he subconsciously walked over and pushed it away. The door, as expected, the tiger head pillow he remembered was on the wicker chair in the room.

His heart frowns, his eyes become complicated, could it be...

"You slept in this room, do you remember?" Holding a shirt in his hand, Huo Qingxiang smiled apologetically, "I don't have many clothes at home, this shirt is the biggest one, just make do with it... ..."

"That pillow..." It's inconceivable that he actually had an impression of an old pillow.

"It was a gift for my dad with my first salary after I went to work in Taipei, because my dad's name has the word "tiger". When I saw this tiger head pillow, I immediately decided to buy it for him. "She looked sad, "After my father passed away, many clothes were burned, and this pillow is left to make me think of my loved ones."

His heart groaned. He had never thought of giving his father any present, even if it was just an inconspicuous little pillow.

The look in his eyes made her feel pity. When she first told him about this, his eyes were also so sad. "You still can't forgive your father?"

As soon as her words came out, he was surprised and opened his eyes wide.

"Don't be surprised. I know everything I need to know about your family." She smiled lightly and added, "You told me all about it."

Looking at her suspiciously, he even mentioned "housework" to her? Unlikely, none of his former girlfriends knew that he and his father were at odds, because he never mentioned it to them...

"You told me that your mother died of cancer when you were six years old, and that your father wanted to continue the marriage when you were ten years old. No matter how much you protested, he still married his stepmother.

When you were eleven years old, your stepmother gave birth to you. I had a son, and the father loved the youngest son so much that he neglected you brother and sister relatively. So during the summer vacation when you were twelve years old, you ran away from home with your younger sister, and you were found within an hour.

You didn't give up, and ran away from home again three days later. This time it took a little longer, and it took three hours to be found. After that, you continued to work hard. You and your sister ran away from home throughout the summer vacation, which made your father busy. Finally He finally compromised and let you leave home as he wished." She told him the "housework" that he had told her in one breath, "He bought another villa not far from home, let you and My younger sister lives there, and the old housekeeper and old servants all moved in to live with you, except for my father. In the sixth grade of elementary school, you are officially separated from your father.”

Yan Zhipeng's expression was solemn, and his facial muscles twitched faintly. The two brothers and sisters never mentioned this matter to anyone, and the servants would not break their mouths. In addition, the place where they lived was quite secretive. Few people knew that they had lived with their father since they were young. split up.

So... He really mentioned these things to her?

Staring at her, his heart was surging. For Xiao Liushi's stubborn confrontation with his father, he never felt that he was wrong. He even felt that as long as his father didn't remarry, these things would not happen. Therefore, the person who was wrong was his father. ...

However, knowing that she used her first salary to buy a tiger head pillow for her father, it was such a trivial matter, but it made him feel guilty. Let alone buying gifts, he didn't even want to say a word to his father.

"Are you okay?" Seeing him bow his head and say nothing for a long time, as if he was in a melancholy undercurrent, Huo Qingxiang was a little worried. He was the same way before. She asked him what's wrong, but he said he was fine.

Yan Zhipeng didn't answer, just took off his wet shirt, put on the one she brought, and said in a muffled voice, "Your shirt is too small." He is not used to expressing his thoughts in front of others, and now he just took the opportunity to express his depression Blame it on her clothes.

Huo Qingxiang saw that the shirt that was too big for her couldn't fit his muscular body. He put his hands into the sleeves, but they got stuck and couldn't move.

She smiled apologetically, and helped him pull the sleeves of his shirt so that his hands could be free again, "How about I call Uncle Ah Qing to borrow a piece of clothing, he is also very strong, you should be able to wear his clothes .”

"No need, it's not cold anyway, I'll wear the clothes after they're dry." He glanced at her, "You don't mind, do you?"

Seeing his half-smile expression, she glared at him lightly, "I don't mind, if you cause my heartbeat to exceed 100, blood pressure to soar, and I fall to the ground with my upper body naked, I will definitely ask you for compensation. "

What should be done between them has already been done, do you still care about him walking back and forth in front of her? That being said, she still feels a little shy looking at his muscular pecs, but she really doesn't mind it one bit.

Hearing what she said, he couldn't help but chuckle. He thought, the biggest advantage of getting along with her is that it's natural, relaxed and stress-free. This is his unprecedented experience in communicating with her...

I was taken aback, so in this way, he already believed that she was his girlfriend? Not entirely. However, she knew so much about his family affairs that he believed her more than 80% of the time.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Ask whatever you want." She hung her shirt in her arms and waited patiently.

Just as if his lost half-year memory was to reshuffle the cards again so that they could get to know each other again... No, it was him who got to know her again. Come to be her student, her teacher will help him in class, fill in the gaps in his memory for half a year, and explain his doubts in detail.

"You said, we all date in the morning?"

She nodded and corrected slightly, "It's a breakfast date."

"What time do I arrive at your place?"

"Not necessarily, sometimes very early, sometimes later, but you won't come up after 7:30." She looked calm.

"Very early? How early?"

Break the casserole and ask the end? Very good, he must be a good student, if you don't understand, you have to ask, and you must ask until you understand. "The earliest time was around four o'clock, but this kind of situation doesn't happen often. Generally speaking, you arrive around seven o'clock."

Ask, ask as much as you can, she is a good teacher, she must know everything and talk about everything.

He had a suddenly enlightened and clear expression.

"You, do you have any doubts?" Seeing that he seemed to have an answer, she became curious instead.

He raised his eyebrows and smiled, "I was just thinking, if we all dated at breakfast, then..." He paused, and his smile raised, "How can we have time for bed?" Hastily perfunctory, not his Style, no matter what you face is the same, you must figure it out.

Dazed for a moment, Huo Qingxiang's eyes narrowed in three stages, Damn it, damn it, really damn it!

The first damn is what she deserves, why did she tell him honestly that the two of them had already slept together, the second damn is for him, he shouldn't lose his memory, not only forgot about it, but also forgot about it all day long Ask her, and give him the third one, she will give him the third one, and she will help him solve his doubts seriously, but he will entertain her in an unscrupulous way.

After glaring at him hard, she turned around and ignored him, and walked back.

"Are you angry? I do have doubts about this matter, isn't it..." He shrugged helplessly, followed behind her, passed the narrow kitchen, and saw her open the door with her hand. That room should be the bathroom. There is no bathtub in it, only a barrel...

Once again "sensing" the picture in another space, he kept silent, waiting for her to open the door to reveal the answer——

"I, I have to go to the bathroom, why are you following me?" Turning his head, he gave him another look.

She wasn't really angry, think about it, their date time is at breakfast time, people who don't know may really wonder where is the time to "do things"... No, where did she think, it's him, keep mentioning that This matter caused her to follow her wild thoughts.

In fact, their date time is not always in the morning. Occasionally, he will secretly take her on a night tour, and some things will happen naturally... Oh, why did she keep thinking, it's not her who lost her memory.

"This is the bathroom, and there is a wooden barrel in it, right?" He looked solemn, as if the wooden barrel was extremely sacred to him.

"Zhipeng, you, do you remember?" Her eyes were shining brightly, and she was so surprised that she held his arms tightly, "Then, do you remember me?"

Yan Zhipeng lowered his gaze, and landed on the innocent face with the oversized smile. He froze for a moment, shook his head slightly, showing a regretful expression, "No."

The smile slowly faded, and she couldn't help muttering, "So I'm not as good as a wooden barrel!" He can think of wooden barrels, why can't he think of her? Could it be that her status in his heart is not as high as that of the wooden barrel? How infuriating!

"So, there is really a wooden barrel inside?" The answer, he couldn't wait to know the answer, although he was very sure that he remembered correctly, but he still wanted to prove it with his own eyes.

"No, not even a little sawdust!" She retorted angrily, and suddenly had a naive idea, she wanted to quickly open the door to hide in the toilet, and then close the door immediately, so that he would not see the wooden barrel inside, so that he would never get it The answer, curious to death, but—

When the door was opened, the childish thought was immediately dispelled by the scene in front of him, "Ah! How could this happen?"

There was a hole in the roof of the bathroom, and the rainwater flowed down the wall like a small waterfall. The entire floor of the bathroom was covered with water... Fortunately, the bathroom has drainage holes, otherwise the house might have been flooded as well.

While rejoicing, a proud voice came from behind——

"So there really was a wooden barrel, I knew I remembered it correctly."

Huo Qingxiang had no choice but to smile bitterly. The water was almost submerged, and this old man was still managing his wooden barrel, so he really wanted to shout out—someone, drag it out and chop it up!