Wearing It Before Scum A Tortures The Heroine

On November 24, the sky was clear for thousands of miles in Juzhou.

There was continuous rain a few days ago, and the forecast showed that it would continue until the 24th. Song Jiao was ready to step on the tail of the last day of rain to pick up people.

Unexpectedly, the rain gradually stopped in the afternoon of the previous day, and Juzhou, which was shrouded by dark clouds for half a week, finally saw the sun.

The sun pushed aside the clouds and cast a large golden thread-like light from the gap.

Xu Jinchao said to Song Jiao, "It's a good sign."

Song Jiao also felt that it was very good. It had nothing to do with superstition. It was just that cloudy and rainy days always gave people a feeling of depression. The lack of sunlight did affect their emotions.

If there are gloomy dark clouds covering the top on the first day of release from prison, and there is a bone-chilling winter rain floating around, and stepping on the stagnant water to come out dull, it will definitely give bad psychological hints.

Song Jiao was very happy when she woke up on the morning of the 24th and saw that it was still sunny.

With such good weather, I think my father would feel more at ease when he saw it, and a little bit of the haze that had been trapped in the prison all the year round was washed away.

The prison did not have the obligation to notify the family to pick up the person, but Song Jiao kept the days in her heart and sent brand-new clothes, hats, shoes and socks two days earlier so that her father could change them before he came out.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Song Jiao came to Dongcheng Prison and waited in the reception room after completing the registration.

Later, he couldn't help but stand outside, staring at the tall and closed iron gate, looking forward to it, hoping that his father would be able to see him at first sight when he came out, which should make him happy.

The concrete floor was still damp and not completely dried by the sun. Song Jiao stood here alone.

Near 8:30, the two closed thick iron gates finally rumbled open, and two figures came out. Song Jiao recognized her father at a glance, but also felt unspeakable heartache at this moment.

Every month we meet through the glass, and it's been more than five years since Song Yikang really stood in front of him from a distance.

Once tall and strong, able to lift her young and laugh, even when she was depressed, she stood up to the sky and supported the family. The omnipotent father was old.

She remembered seeing the vines climbing on the outer wall of the small building when she went home and tidying up. These plants lost their leaves in autumn, became withered and ugly, and stood there with dry yellow.

Song Yikang was wearing the regular clothes she bought with her own hands, with a brand-new jacket hanging empty over her shoulders, covering her withered body.

The trousers were also empty, as if there were rigid bamboo sticks that were lifeless, rather than flesh and bone legs.

Song Jiao resisted the discomfort in her heart, smiled, and went forward to meet her.

The moment he saw the sunlight outside the high wall, Song Yikang was dazed. The sun was warm and freedom was beautiful, but he felt more anxiety and panic in his heart.

Song Yikang didn't know the thoughts of the inmates around him. He suddenly felt timid, and was dizzy by the not-so-dazzling sunlight.

He heard a clear cry: "Dad!"

Song Yikang looked in the direction of the voice, and met his daughter's happy smiling face. He subconsciously reached out to Song Jiao, but hesitated and stopped in mid-air, not daring to hug her daughter.

On the contrary, it was Song Jiao, and the chicks generally threw themselves into Song Yikang's arms without hesitation, embracing his bony and painful chest.

The inmates couldn't help but look envious. He was also released from prison today. Song Yikang had his daughter bring new clothes and shoes and greeted him in person, but he had nothing.

The old inmate nodded to Song Yikang, saying goodbye, and walked out alone.

Song Yikang, who has become the object of envy, has mixed feelings in his heart.

Of course there is joy. He has dreamed of freedom countless times, but when he really welcomes it, he is not as ecstatic as he imagined.

Perhaps it was because he knew that there was another mountain above him casting a shadow, he thought.

Although his heart was heavy, Song Yikang didn't want to meet, so he talked to his daughter Xu's family. After five and a half years, he hugged again. He eagerly lowered his head and looked at Song Jiao's face.

She was still small at the time of separation, her face had obviously become beautiful and mature, there was no possible depression in her expression, but she was very healthy and happy.

Song Yikang looked at his daughter's smiling face, and said after a while, "Jiaojiao has grown up."

His voice was hoarse and old, Song Jiao raised her head, and took her father's face into her eyes at close range.

She could clearly see the deep groove-like lines on his thin skin, and the flesh around the corners of his eyes drooped down. He didn't look like someone in his early fifties, but he seemed to be running back in his sixties.

Song Jiao tried her best to maintain her expression and refused to show any sadness. Even if the large gray patches caught in her hair hurt her eyes, she still smiled happily.

"Of course, I'm 23 years old."

In addition to the clothes she sent in advance, there was a bag that could hold the belongings that Song Yikang was carrying.

Song Jiao asked him, "Do you still want these things?"

Song Yikang looked down at the bag in his hand, and fell into a brief trance. This state happened occasionally before he was imprisoned. Song Jiao didn't interrupt him and let him think.

"Throw it away," he said.

The two turned out of Dongcheng Prison. Song Jiao took him to the parking lot. Song Yikang's reaction was still a little slow. She opened the car door for her father.

This car was purchased after returning to Juzhou again. Song Jiao did not like luxury. It was not a high-profile luxury car, but it was quite eye-catching.

She noticed that Song Yikang was looking at it, and Song Jiao couldn't see anything from his expression for the time being.

The long time has made the father and daughter become unfamiliar with each other, not only in appearance, but also changes in demeanor, words and deeds that cannot be dealt with with old habits.

Song Jiao couldn't help but think that Song Yikang used to be a cheerful and confident person. Although his temperament was mild, he also had the responsibility to shoulder the responsibility fearlessly. He was the omnipotent father in her eyes.

The change began on the day my mother died.

He became depressed and gloomy, rarely smiled naturally, his face was covered with gray fog, his eyes either contained sadness or hatred, and later he became more and more paranoid and fierce.

Even Song Yikang like this has a tall image. He doesn't arch his shoulders and spine like he does now, and his eyes occasionally dodge subconsciously.

Song Jiao even felt that he was less energetic than in prison, and the light in his eyes disappeared strangely.

She raised a faint concern, but didn't show the slightest. After Song Yikang got into the car, she turned to the other side and sat in the driver's seat.

Song Jiao didn't hire a driver, she was more used to driving by herself, so Xu Jinchao could sit next to her.

Even now, she didn't think Song Yikang would be happy to have an outsider by his side, and he would definitely prefer to have a chat with him.

Song Yikang's eyes fell on the little doll hanging under the rearview mirror.

It was a plush kitten, half the size of a slap, and because it was too cute, it didn't quite match the car's cold and hard style from the inside out.

He asked, "Jiaojiao, do you like this kind of little toy?"

This is actually something Xu Jinchao likes. Alpha hung the kitten on the rearview mirror, poked it around with his fingertips, smiled and said to Song Jiao, "It looks like you."

Song Jiao didn't think she resembled it, but she acquiesced in allowing this to hang in the car now.

After watching it for a few days, she felt that it was quite pleasing to the eye, and it was so interesting.

Song Jiao reached out and fiddled with the plush kitten, pinching its little paws: "It's okay, it's interesting."

She didn't notice the smile on the corner of her mouth when she spoke.

Song Jiao started the car and asked her father, "I'll drive you around Juzhou?"

Hearing Song Yikang's response, she drove around Juzhou City. This route was designed in advance, so that he could see the changes in Juzhou, the newly added buildings and roads.

She was sensitively aware that Song Yikang, who walked out of the high wall, spoke significantly less, and without the nagging and nervous exhortations of each visit, he seemed much more reserved and cramped.

Song Jiao did not deliberately pull him into talking too much, and let her father adapt to it.

The two chatted each other, and only talked about unimportant matters. It was not until Song Jiaodou went to the north bank of Juzhou and looked at the faintly visible Xu Family Building, Song Yikang asked:

"How are you in the Xu family?"

In the past two years, Song Jiao has been hiding his current situation from him, telling Song Yikang that he works in her own Xu family, and she is well-written.

This is the best possible development she can think of without Xu Jinchao's accidental appearance.

[Xu Jinchao] will not let her do things according to her own wishes. If Song Jiao is a normal intern, she will definitely be assigned to Xu's and stay under the eyes of the other party.

Of course, she already knew from Xu Jinchao where she was imprisoned by [Xu Jinchao] and the direction of her father's death.

Song Jiao said, "Dad, I lied to you before. I didn't join the Xu family. Moreover, the Xu family declared bankruptcy half a month ago, and Xu Boyang was arrested a few days ago."

These words almost struck Song Yikang's head like a thunderbolt, and he suddenly turned to look at Song Jiao.

Song Jiao turned the steering wheel, she said softly, "So, you don't have to worry about anything now, just focus on taking care of your body."

Song Yikang was shocked and dumbfounded at first. He couldn't believe it, but he knew that his daughter would not joke about this kind of thing, and his heart immediately flooded with great joy and pleasure.

Song Jiao glanced at his expression, and found that her father's eyes flashed again, but it was different from the crazy and malicious eyes in the prison, but a clearly visible ecstasy.

He didn't even ask Song Jiao why he lied before, and asked, "What about the Alpha daughter of Xu Boyang's family, what happened to [Xu Jinchao]?"

The tone of these words made Song Jiao's heart sink, and her father was almost asking with hatred no less than Xu Boyang.

Song Jiao avoided the important and took it lightly: "The matter of the Xu family has nothing to do with her, it has nothing to do with Xu Jinchao."

Song Yikang snorted in disappointment and resentment.

Song Jiao's heart sank more and more, and she vaguely realized that it was indeed impossible for her to introduce Xu Jinchao to her father.

She said, "Let's go home. I've already had the old house cleaned up. I'll go back and talk about it in detail."

Speaking of the old house, Song Yikang's expression quickly eased, and he smiled a little: "Let's go home."

Since being taken to Biwan by [Xu Jinchao], Song Jiao has not returned to her home for two years.

This small building was the place where she was born and grew up. It has long been a little old, but Song Yikang has never been renovated.

Her mother, Qiao Chu, was an orphan, so Song Jiao had no grandparents.

On Song Yikang's side, his father died early. He and Qiao Chu agreed to Song Jiao that grandma was in poor health and lived in a nursing home.

It was not until Song Jiao's grandmother died when she was fifteen years old that she heard from relatives chatting that her grandmother had actually been in a mental hospital all these years, and she had been crazy enough to not recognize anyone.

Song Jiao asked the cleaner to clean up the small building that had not been occupied for two years in advance. She bought a lot of clothes for Song Yikang and hung them in the wardrobe in his bedroom.

When he got home, Song Yikang looked a lot more relaxed. He stood in front of the old photo wall and watched greedily. Here are his memories with Qiao Chu, as well as his little daughter, a family of three living happily together.

Song Jiao looked at her father's back, feeling both familiar and unfamiliar.

Most of the bright memories of myself and my family were in childhood. At that time, my mother was still there. After she learned to recognize emotions, she rummaged through these childhood memories, and colored them carefully, rendering them beautiful and extraordinary.

She kept thinking that her mother would not come back, and she had to be nice to her only father.

But it wasn't until this moment that Song Jiao suddenly realized that, like her father, she just missed her family in the earliest years when everything was complete.

She didn't think Song Yikang's crazy thoughts about the past could affect her in the past, but now she feels that this atmosphere is too oppressive and uncomfortable.

Song Jiao sighed silently.

She felt that she had to lower her demands on her father, and the emotional expectations she had set earlier were too high.

Song Jiao accompanied her father in the old small building for most of the day, and told the other party the new lie she had made up.

She didn't mention her marriage and relationship with Xu Jinchao, but only talked about the record of friends in Hwaseong, the instability in the early days of her business, and that she was afraid that dropping out of school would make Song Yikang worry, so she lied to him.

Song Jiao has been deftly avoiding topics related to Xu Jinchao, ordering food from a nearby restaurant at noon.

Song Yikang has been away from the outside world for too long, and he has too much information to learn, including that the digital products now are very different from five years ago.

Song Jiao bought a new mobile phone early, loaded her father's old phone card, showed him the friend list and QuickPass, helped her father register a QuickPass account, and added it to her list.

After staying here until the evening, Song Jiao said to Song Yikang, "Dad, I'm leaving first, and I'll come back tomorrow."

Song Yikang was very surprised. He asked, "Where are you going? Jiaojiao, aren't you staying at home at night?"

Song Jiao smiled at him: "I have something to do when I come to Juzhou."

Song Yikang didn't understand: "It's time to go home at night, do you want to stay in a hotel?"

Song Jiao still shook her head, but Song Yikang suddenly reacted and said hesitantly, "...Are you in love?"

Song Jiao did not deny it, she said, "Yes, a female Alpha, she treats me very well, and I like her very much."

Song Yikang looked a little stunned. He asked, "What's the other party's name, how old is he, and what job does he do?"

This is a question that a father instinctively asks. When his daughter is in love, he always has to ask who it is. Especially in Song Yikang's consciousness, Song Jiao is still a little girl who just came of age before he was imprisoned.

How could Song Jiao tell him, vaguely: "She is one of the earliest investors in my company. We are just getting together now, and we are not sure about the future. I will bring her to see you at home when it is stable."

Song Yikang still had many doubts, but Song Jiao refused to reveal it. He could only sigh: "Young man... well, you must protect yourself."

This is obviously an implicit insinuation.

When Song Yikang said these words, Song Jiao saw from him the appearance of her father that she was looking forward to, which made her laugh and went up to hug each other.

"I will."

On the way back, the lights came on.

Song Jiao was driving in the hustle and bustle of traffic, her mood was very different from when she left in the morning, and her excitement and expectations were gone.

Recalling her father's disgusted look when she mentioned Xu Jinchao, she thought it was better not to try to introduce Xu Jinchao to him.

She and Xu Jinchao had less than a month left to get along. As the date approached, Song Jiao became more and more tense and flustered, and she really couldn't bear more troubles.

When we returned to Biwan, the sky was completely dark.

Song Jiao parked the car in the garage, walked quickly into the small garden, and heard faint sounds coming from the room.

She opened the door, and the familiar smell of food lingered at the entrance. Song Jiao took off her coat and hung it up, putting on slippers.

Xu Jinchao didn't come to greet her. Song Jiao thought that Alpha was on the second floor. When she walked into the living room, she found that the other party was standing on the balcony tending flowers and plants.

Seeing Song Jiao, Xu Jinchao was taken aback: "Why are you back?"

She thought that the other party would stay in the Song family, and she didn't go to the door because the various voices she heard just now were next door.

Song Jiao said, "I told my dad that if I want to date my girlfriend, he will let me out."

She said this lightly, winked at Xu Jinzao, and approached the past with the cold air from the outside.

Xu Jinchao couldn't help laughing. She was still holding the scissors for trimming the leaves in her hand, and placed it on a flowerpot, holding her little girlfriend's hand.

Omega's little hands were cold, and she held one in each palm, pulling her to see the spider plant.

This is the orchid grandson of Song Jiao's earliest pot of Chlorophytum. The small Chlorophytum that was born was cut and planted, and it was placed on a hanger suspended by a thin iron chain.

The two of them are now in a somewhat comical posture, holding hands face to face, surrounding the hanging orchid pots in the middle.

Xu Jinchao said: "It's about to bloom, so strange, it's the end of November now."

Hearing what she said, Song Jiao, who originally looked at Xu Jinchao through the gaps in the long leaves of Yingchuo, turned to look at the Chlorophytum attentively.

This flower pot was hung quite high. Xu Jinchao had lowered the chain before, but Song Jiao turned his head and pulled it back up again, so he liked to put it higher.

Now Omega is just looking at the flowers and leaves, Xu Jinchao bows his head slightly, and the two of them hold hands to look at the small flower buds that are born out of season.

Song Jiao muttered, "It's really..."

She focused on the few invisible buds of the spider orchid, but Xu Jinchao's attention fell on the beautiful face between the narrow leaves of the spider orchid.

Alpha felt that he was peeking at a young deer in the forest. The other party blinked his big bright eyes, his long eyelashes flickered among the leaves, and his deep and beautiful pupils reflected the shadows of leaves and small flower buds.

Xu Jinchao pinched Song Jiao's palm, and the latter immediately raised his eyes to look at her. Now her eyes were immediately occupied by him, which made Xu Jinchao smile with satisfaction.

Song Jiao: "What's the matter?"

Xu Jinchao: "Well, it's nothing, I just want you to see me."

Song Jiao liked to listen to her talk about these gentle and subtle love words, which made Omega smile and act like a spoiled child: "After dinner, let's go for a walk by the Cangjiang River."

Xu Jinchao asked her, "Aren't you cold?"

Song Jiao said, "The temperature is okay now, let's wear thicker clothes, scarves and gloves."

She said so, and Xu Jinchao naturally followed her.

When Xu Jinchao was recuperating in Huacheng Hospital, Song Jiao called Aunt Li directly, saying that they were going on a business trip abroad, giving Auntie a long vacation, and telling her when they came back.

Song Jiao spoke firmly and did not blink when she lied, and Aunt Li believed it.

Xu Jinchao had been recuperating for more than a week. After being discharged from the hospital, they immediately started a two-person trip.

Because Alpha is not in good spirits, he does not fly from the south to the north, but picks out a few places with pleasant climate and suitable for vacation to take a slow tour.

In mid-November, when Song Yikang was released from prison, they rushed back to Juzhou. They didn't expect to bump into Auntie Li who was out shopping on the street as soon as they got off the plane.

Auntie: "Ah, aren't you on a business trip?"

Song Jiao: "Yes, we came back from a business trip, and we decided to go back to Juzhou to live for a while."

Omega continued her lie, and Aunt Li believed it, and packed up and followed her back to the villa in Biwan.

Just now, my aunt was cooking dinner in the kitchen. She turned on the range hood and didn't hear any sound from outside. She was very surprised to see Song Jiao coming back.

Song Jiao didn't say anything before going out, but Xu Jinchao told Aunt Li that she might not come back today.

The three of them sat at the dining table, surrounded by a table of food, Song Jiao felt that this place felt more at home.

She wanted to accompany Song Yikang to finish dinner before leaving, but the lunch at noon was not very pleasant. Her father was in a low mood during the meal and was silent for a while in the afternoon.

Song Jiao didn't know how to enlighten him, she even felt that staying there made the atmosphere stagnant.

She finally decided to go and leave the small building full of old memories to him alone. Her father would rather be with those old photos and things. Maybe she could have a good dream on the bed at night and return to the place where her mother was still there. in time.

After dinner, Song Jiao and Xu Jinchao really put on their trench coats, hats and scarves to go out.

The two of them didn't dare to tell Auntie Li that they were going to the riverside, and now they didn't want to provoke each other's nagging, they just said they would go outside for a drive.

After escaping from the house, the two looked at each other like bad kids who had successfully done bad things behind their mother's back, and saw smug smiles on each other's faces.

Song Jiao drove, Xu Jinchao was the co-pilot, the two of them chatted and laughed all the way in the car, and drove to Cangjiang.

In the earliest days in Juzhou, Xu Jinchao had to drive back and forth every day, clearly remembering the rhythm of watching the steel cables of the Cross-River Bridge passing outside the window, and the brightness of the continuous bridge lights in the evening, so that there was no freshness.

But when she left the city, she would occasionally think of the rushing Cangjiang River. There was no such big river in Huacheng, and there was no dam where you could walk and listen to the rushing water.

Xu Jinchao thought that Song Jiao might also miss Juzhou?

Compared to herself, Omega is the child who is nourished by this land and river. No matter what she has suffered here, it is a homeland that people will never forget.

The two escaped from the bustling city in the dark, came to a section of the river that was rarely visited by people, and parked their car not far from the dam.

There is sunshine in the daytime, it is not cold, and the evening wind by the riverside at night is not forgiving.

Xu Jinchao and Song Jiao put on their woolen caps, wrapped their scarves tightly, put on gloves each, clasped their hands through the soft lambskin, and walked towards the dam.

Along the dam, there are long trails and a large area of ​​wild grass. In summer, it grows wildly to the height of the waist, but now it has withered and yellowed.

Song Jiao said in the river wind:

"I used to leave home, take a bus to the river, walk along the dam, lie on a bench after dark, and a lot of mosquitoes bite me."

Xu Jinchao didn't expect the people around her to have a dark history of running away from home. She thought that Song Jiao should be that kind of little robot before, and she responded by entering commands.

She asked, "Why did you run away from home and how old were you then?"

There are no street lights here, so he can only see things through the dim yellow lights of the road in the distance. Xu Jinchao couldn't see Omega's expression clearly, and could only hear the other party's voice that was blurred by the wind.

"At the age of fourteen, I don't know why I did this. One day I suddenly didn't want to go home after school." Song Jiao said.

She described: "I plan to do something different from usual. No one is seen, so I'll be alone. I'm sure I'll be found soon in the downtown area, but the Cangjiang River is very big and quiet. Who can be here? Can you find me easily?"

From these calm words, Xu Jinchao felt the grief and loneliness hidden behind him.

She couldn't help but pull Song Jiao closer, and stopped to look at her.

It's really not bright here. With the moonlight and the dim yellow lights in the distance, Xu Jinchao can only barely see Omega's facial features, and he doesn't know if his face and nose have been blown red.

Song Jiao's chin and lips were hidden in the scarf, her eyes did not look sad, but rather firm.

Xu Jinchao gradually had the urge to kiss her.

This kind of desire burned into Alpha's eyes. She casually undid her long scarf twice, pulled it by Song Jiao's ear, blocked the night wind, and pulled down the cashmere scarf that she used to protect her face.

Song Jiao also realized the meaning of her actions, raised her face obediently, let Xu Jinchao put her hand behind her head, and kissed her warmly under the protection of a scarf.

She tasted Alpha's fiery lips, and in the heat and sweetness, she could taste a hint of madness in the face of desperation. This loss of control was not obvious. She was gently restrained by the other party, but it made Song Jiao even more fascinated.

When they were finally willing to separate from each other, Xu Jinchao still did not put down the scarf that blocked the river wind, and stared at each other in this small warm room.

In the double rapid breathing, Omega heard the trembling voice of his lover.

"Wait until I'm gone..."

Before the other party could finish speaking, Song Jiao stood on tiptoe, put her arms around her neck, and bit her fiercely and fiercely | kisses to block—

Where does so much talk come from!

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The author has something to say:

If you spoil the atmosphere, you will be kissed by kittens!