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13 - 27: Little Chef

13

It was as if she had a long and long dream. In the dream, she and Li Anran had lived for most of their lives, accompanied by a little tortoise.

In most of their lives, they rarely quarreled, or Fang Xiao himself was angry a lot of the time, and the other person had always been like a rascal, and there was always a way to reconcile.

It was not until they were very old that they entered the nursing home together, but their memories became more and more blurred. Only when they were very old and very old, Fang Xiao had no teeth and everything he ate was a little muddy...

As if having a very peaceful dream, Fang Xiao tightened the cloth he was holding, as if he had caught something happy.

But the tightly grasped object suddenly got out of his hand. The moment the cloth was pulled away, Fang Xiao's whole body was also awakened.

My eyes had just opened, before I could see clearly, my ears heard the sound first.

"Don't sleep anymore, Zhang Le is gone, you don't have to pretend it anymore."

Zhang Le?

Fang Xiao was dumbfounded. There was no such person in his mind. He sat up all the time. Fang Xiao looked at the person in front of him in a daze. He opened his mouth. When he wanted to talk, he realized that his throat was so hot. .

The people in front of him are somewhat familiar, at least the five senses are very familiar, but the sharp look in his eyes is something he has never seen before.

The people in front of you were sullen, their beautiful faces were a little distorted, they looked at Fang Xiao's eyes, and even a little disgusted, "Don't look at me with these eyes, don't think I don't know what kind of person you are, Fang Xiaoxiao, be a human being. Don't be too wicked, think about it yourself."

After saying this, the person in front of him turned and walked out. When the door was closed with a bang, Fang Xiao had time to look around him.

It is different from the place where I have lived for a long time. The decoration around this is clearly the hotel. I almost subconsciously looked at my hand, then rushed into the hotel toilet and touched my face.

The person in the mirror still has his own face. He is in his early 20s. His skin is fair, and his waist-length hair is only slightly curled at the end of his hair. The whole person looks a bit playful.

All this is like telling her that the last world has become a past tense, no matter how she can't go back to the past, the person who accompany her to raise the little tortoise can't even let her really accompany her. She spent her whole life.

Realizing that the dream he had just had was the ending, Fang Xiao suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. Staring at himself in the mirror, his nose and eyes were completely moisturized.

When Liang Zixuan walked out of the hotel, she regretted a little bit. She felt that what she said seemed a bit heavy. After all, the person was indeed sick. Whether it was deliberately or really, it was true that she was sick. matter.

With a little guilt in my heart, I simply bought a breakfast and went back. Some things are still to be said.

This was when she returned to the hotel with the porridge, she heard the whimper in the bathroom, and Liang Zixuan was frightened at once. She put the porridge on the table and ran in.

The sight in front of her made her a little distressed. There were some strong girls who were squatting under the sink, holding their knees in their hands, and choking and choking, and some intermittent, sounding uncomfortable.