Rose of Heaven

100

He made light of it, but Lin Jingmo guessed that it would not be easy to catch up with the romance given by the universe. Looking at the messy hair, like a bunch of disorderly weeds, Lin Jingmo vaguely glimpsed his appearance in high school.
    "It's a pity that you can't clean it up now." Lin Jingmo stuck out her tongue and made a face at the screen.
    In consideration of him showing her the meteor shower and the aurora, Lin Jingmo accompanied him for a while with a childish conversation of elementary school students, and then urged him to catch up on his sleep.
    While ending the time difference love affair with Europe, Lin Jingmo sent a message to Ye Zhongxu. Lin Jingmo
    : Calling Uncle Ye.
    No one answered for a long time.
    Ye Zhongxu was in the army, and she didn't expect Ye Zhongxu to reply immediately.
    At half past six, Lin Jingmo simply made a meal to fill her stomach, and received an email from the school informing her that she had passed the registration for the summit volunteer and would have an interview on Monday.
    At this time, the lights outside were on, and the sharp light was dispersed by water mist. She looked out the French window on the balcony. Looking down from this floor, the open space and green plants in front of the community were all visible.
    The doorbell suddenly rang, and Lin Jingmo was shocked. SHe ran over and opened the door without even looking through the peephole.
    Behind the door stood a strange woman, followed by a fierce-looking man.
    The woman was in her early forties, wearing a black tweed suit, with her hair tied behind her head. Her face was gentle and delicate, and she looked like a model of a noble lady.
    Lin Jingmo's first thought was that Tang Tianyu's mother was here!
    But this noble lady didn't look like Tang Tianyu at all, and the man behind her who seemed to be a bodyguard was not the steady and upright bodyguard of an ordinary rich man. Instead, he looked like a gangster with a rough look in his eyes.
    The well-maintained face of the noble lady didn't have the slightest arrogance of a rich man. When she saw Lin Jingmo, she showed a little surprise. She looked around her face twice before she said, "Little girl, can your balcony reach your next-door neighbor?"
    Lin Jingmo:?
    Perhaps her surprise was too obvious, the lady explained: "I don't know if you know your neighbor, I am his aunt, this kid has been refusing to see his family, I really have no other choice, so I came to you for help, thinking that if your balcony is accessible, I will climb over from here."
    Lin Jingmo:?
    Climb over?
    The lady also knew that her request was a bit difficult to understand, Lin Jingmo's reaction was calmer than she thought.
    Lin Jingmo saw that she was ashamed and embarrassed, her face was old, but there was no vicissitudes of life, but there was a bit of girlish debauchery, so he guessed in his heart that this woman who claimed to be Mr. Zhou's aunt must be very happy.
    Such a person can't be a bad person. She also said that she was Zhou Yanzheng's aunt. Lin Jingmo's guard dropped greatly and he opened the door: "Come in first."
    The lady hurriedly thanked her: "Thank you, little girl. My last name is Zhou, and my name is Zhou Fei, the concubine of the emperor . What's your name?"
    "My last name is Lin, and my name is Lin Jingmo. Jing means surprise, and Mo means ink."
    Zhou Fei sat on the stool familiarly and praised: "Your name is really nice, and you look good too."
    Although Lin Jingmo is beautiful, to be honest, such straightforward praise is not common, especially when Zhou Fei said this without any courtesy or flattery, just like praising a bouquet of flowers from the bottom of her heart, which makes people accept it generously.
    Lin Jingmo smiled and felt that Teacher Zhou's aunt was really interesting.
    Zhou Fei stood up. As soon as she came in, she saw the French window on the balcony. The glass extended outward a part, which made it easier for her to flip over. Lifting her foot to go to the balcony, she asked Lin Jingmo: "I'll go take a look, do you mind?"
    Lin Jingmo felt that she had to stop him. After all, although she liked the lady's personality, she didn't seem to be very reliable, so she persuaded: "Aunt Zhou, why don't you wait a moment, or I'll send a message to Teacher Zhou. It's too dangerous to climb over the balcony." After she
    said this, Concubine Zhou knew that Lin Jingmo actually knew Zhou Yanzheng. If she had told him earlier, she wouldn't have been forced to climb over the balcony.
    Her eldest brother had been breathing more than breathing in the past few days, and all he mumbled was calling his son. She had been fatherless since she was a child, and her eldest brother was half a father. For this last look, she had to ask Zhou Yanzheng to see him. Concubine
    Zhou was full of surprise, and couldn't help but hold Lin Jingmo's hand. The little girl's hand was slippery, and she couldn't help but touch it a few more times: "Okay, okay, that's really troublesome for you, just say that I stayed at your house and didn't leave, my nephew is very thin-skinned, and he will definitely come."
    Teacher Zhou is thin-skinned?
    This kind of complaint from Mr. Zhou, an elder, made Lin Jingmo feel novel and unsatisfied.
    She took out her mobile phone to send a message to Zhou Yanzheng. After thinking about it, she decided to ask for the opinion of  Zhou auntie: "Auntie, I will say that you are at my house and you have something to tell him. Do you think this is okay?"
    "Okay, but you have to add a sentence, saying that I told you that I will not leave if he does not come." Zhou auntie was worried and insisted that Lin Jingmo make her threat clear.
    Lin Jingmo had no choice but to do it.
    After sending it, Lin Jingmo stared at the line of words she had written. Not long after, she saw that it showed that the other party was typing. Lin Jingmo was nervous for no reason. Mr. Zhou replied to her: Wait until I get home.
    His words were ambiguous, and Lin Jingmo's heart was thumping.
    Then she looked at Auntie Zhou in front of him and felt uncomfortable.
    Fortunately, Zhou Yanzheng came back very quickly.
    He received Lin Jingmo's message and ran through the red light all the way back.
    After ringing the bell and entering the door, he still looked handsome and calm when facing Lin Jingmo, but Lin Jingmo intuitively concluded that he was angry, especially when he saw Auntie Zhou's bodyguard. His expression also changed, and he said in a cold and hard tone that Lin Jingmo had never heard before: "Go downstairs."
    He was skilled and natural in giving orders, with a low tone and no stress, but he was intimidating without anger. Lin Jingmo watched from the side. At a certain moment, although Teacher Zhou was a little strange, she felt that this was the real him. She did not reject him at all, only endless curiosity.
    The bodyguard said nothing and walked out of the door quickly, as if escaping.
    Auntie Zhou also realized that her behavior had upset her nephew. They had not seen each other for a long time, and she wanted to go up and hug him. Zhou Yanzheng
    was handsome when he was a child, and he was as cute as a New Year's picture doll. Auntie Zhou was not married at that time, but she liked him very much. She would secretly hold Zhou Yanzheng into her bed when she went to bed at night. Once he even peed on the bed, but she never disliked him.
    But before she even got close, Zhou Yanzheng said to her coldly, like an autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves: "I'll take you back."
    All the emotion of the long-awaited reunion disappeared, and she moved away again, grabbing Lin Jingmo next to her, using her as a stake, and said firmly: "I won't leave. I will only go with you if you promise to go with me to see your father."
    Why doesn't Teacher Zhou want to go home to see her father?
    Lin Jingmo passively participated in a family ethics drama, and her eyes revealed the look of pondering things. Zhou Yanzheng saw it clearly, and he became irritated. For the first time, he hated his aunt's unrestrained temper.