Dog Man

"Dog Man" Ring

Gao Jinlan likes Li Xiaolan very much. In her eyes, Li Xiaolan is the best boy she has ever seen, worthy of her daughter Qiao Jiang.

Qiao Jiang has a bad temper, but Li Xiaolan is tolerant of everything, and even a little bit happy with it.

Li Xiaolan has an incredible personality, looks very talented, is filial to his elders, and is very patient with his children. Every time Gao Jinlan sees Li Xiaolan, he can’t help but say to Qiao Jiang: “You will never meet someone like this in your life.” People like Xiao Li are truly blessed over several lifetimes.”

Qiao Jiang was noncommittal.

Li Xiaolan didn’t eat much for dinner and talked a lot more than before. Gao Jinlan didn’t notice anything strange. She just thought the child hadn’t seen Qiao Jiang for a long time. She kept using serving chopsticks to pick up food for them. He was serving soup and adding rice, laughing while eating, feeling very satisfied.

After the meal, the three of them went for a walk together. Gao Jinlan insisted on taking pictures of Li Xiaolan and Qiao Jiang with his mobile phone. Qiao Jiang did not speak. Li Xiaolan had already held her hand. His hand was not particularly big and was delicate. The type, the knuckles are beautiful and slender.

Qiao Jiang thought of Yan Zhao for no reason. The man’s hand was very big, with dark skin, and the palm was wide and rough. When his fingertips rubbed the skin, it would leave a painful and numb feeling. He had not held her hand, but he used that hand. His hands touched all over her body.

The rough cocoon left a memory on her body.

Gao Jinlan took a few pictures and felt that it was dark, and taking pictures of people under street lights was like looking at ghost shadows. She adjusted it several times but couldn’t get it right. She said she would take the pictures again during the day, and Qiao Jiang said “yes”, which was regarded as an agreement.

When the two of them walked hand in hand, Qiao Jiang noticed that Li Xiaolan was putting something on her finger. She lowered her head and saw that it was a ring.

“I bought it on the 3rd of last month.” He said honestly. “The day after Aunt Lan was diagnosed with cancer, I called you to ask you out, but you didn’t answer. I thought you were busy, but later I found out that you had been there. Hospital.”

Qiao Jiang didn’t quite remember the situation that day. People called her all day long, but she hung up mechanically without any desire to speak.

After Li Xiaolan learned that Gao Jinlan had cancer, he asked her why she didn’t tell him.

Yes, why?

Qiao Jiang didn’t know. She didn’t tell anyone. She was busy looking for doctors and experts. She even took out all the bank cards in her wallet and checked the balance one by one to see if it was enough for Gao Jinlan to undergo surgery.

It was very similar to when she was eight years old. After her parents divorced, she kept the secret of their divorce alone and did not tell any classmates or friends around her. Even until she graduated from college, no one knew that her parents were divorced, and she followed Father.

Li Xiaolan once said: “Jiang Jiang, you can try to rely on me.”

Qiao Jiang said: “I can’t do it.”

She understood the truth from a very young age that men are unreliable. It’s a dog man, such as Qiao Xinwei.

Qiao Jiang put her hand under the street lamp and took a look. The ring was very bright. If it were Zhang Yunyun, she would probably jump up for joy and take a group of her sisters to the island for a carnival, but Qiao Jiang had no idea in her heart. She took off the ring and put it into Li Xiaolan’s hand: “Don’t waste your time.”

At night, Li Xiaolan slept in the guest room, and Qiao Jiang lay on the bed after taking a bath and scrolling through Moments. She saw the three posts Gao Jinlan had posted today. A group of photos, one was a few photos of Miao Xue having dinner at home, one was a photo of several people peeling oranges to make cans, and some were taken in the watermelon field.

Yan Zhao stood in the watermelon field with his back to the camera. He held a bottle of water in his hand and poured water over his head. The arm he raised was thick and strong, and the five fingers holding the bottle had thick joints and dark skin.

Several children nearby were holding watermelons and gnawing happily.

The memory is easily extended by the visual images. Qiao Jiang thinks of the strawberries in the refrigerator and the pears behind the blue iron door in the afternoon.

There are also covers that were not taken off the car.