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Chapter 8 Live desperately

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    "Our love is on every street corner, turn the next intersection, maybe you will meet it. It is 11:55 in the middle of the night, and it is time for our show to say goodbye to everyone. Welcome to tomorrow night's show  Listen to Love Return on time from 10 to 12 o'clock, I am your friend, Shi Yimo."

    With a slender hand, she turned on the background music, took off her headset, and smiled at Gao Weiling through the glass window.

    Opening the door of the studio, the replacement host came towards him. Luo Feng took the information and joked, "Oh, not bad, the listening rate is getting higher and higher."

    Shi Yimo patted him on the shoulder, "Why don't you imitate Jay Chou? Why don't you hurry up and host it?"

    Luo Feng shrugged and then entered the studio.

    Gao Weiling walked over with his hands in his pockets, leaning half against the wall beside her, his eyes full of tenderness, "Yimo, you are great!"

    She smiled and arched her eyebrows. When she took the Mandarin test, she passed the first grade in one attempt. Only she knows how much hard work she put in behind this.

    But she knows that what she has done is not enough. The return of love is only supported by Gao Weiling's listening rate. One day, she will also monopolize a program and become a real top DJ.

    His warm big hands wrapped her beautiful hands, and the two walked out of the radio station hand in hand.

    Gao Weiling¡¯s happiest moment was walking with her on the sparsely populated late-night streets every weekend, letting the gentle breeze sweep the faint fragrance from her body into his heart, and his almond-shaped eyes were full of sweetness.

    The mobile phone in her bag rang at this time, and the ringtones were flying around. Shi Yimo looked at the word "Xi Xi" on the display screen, smiled and pressed the answer button.

    "Sister." The clear voice on the other end handed her over.

    "Why are you still up so late? You have to go to school tomorrow, Monday." Shi Yimo's eyes were filled with tenderness.

    "Sister, I miss you. When will you come back to see us?"

    Shi Yimo's eyes flashed darkly, "Xixi, you have to be good. My sister will come back to see you when she earns enough money, okay? How is Jiajia doing recently? You have to take good care of her. If anything happens, call me as soon as possible.  .¡±

    "Jia Jia is very good. She also likes the comics my sister sent me. She still calls you when she falls asleep."

    Xi Xi's words made her silent for a moment. Gao Weiling noticed that her palms had become cold, and turned his head. In Cheng Liang's eyes, the woman lowered her face, and her bangs hid the color of her pupils, leaving only the hair on both sides curling slightly.  With the wind.

    "Sister, we are living a good life. Jiajia has gained a lot of weight."

    "Yeah." She responded in a low voice, with many words stuck in her throat, allowing Xixi to pick up the clues.

    "Sister, I'm sleepy. Take good care of yourself. Don't be too tired. Goodbye." She was afraid that she would cry if she didn't hang up the phone.

    The phone moved away from Shi Yimo's ear, and Gao Weiling saw her face suddenly turn gloomy. His big hands gave her a lot of warmth, but her hands were still cold.

    "Are you homesick?" He didn't know anything about her and could only guess from her expression.

    She raised her eyes, with a complicated smile in her bright almond-shaped eyes, "A little bit."

    ¡°In fact, she really wanted to say that she didn¡¯t know where her home was, and wherever she could settle down, that was her home.

    "Whenever you want to go back, I will drive you."

    She nodded, habitually took off the coat from her shoulders and handed it to him, "Weiling, thank you."

    "Fool, you are my girlfriend."

    Her fingers turned white, her eyelids were pulled down inadvertently, and the street lights decorated her slender figure.  She will keep the word 'girlfriend' and be his proud bride.

    "Good night." Jing Jing said the words with emotion. She didn't dare to look at his face and ran away as if she was running away.

    His tall figure has been standing at the corner of the street, his eyes locked on her who has long since disappeared, and the dark ink inside is full of loss.

    She never let him share her story.

    As soon as she opened the door to the dormitory, she leaned against the concierge and huddled down along the door, her back was thin and cold.  Shi Yi silently smiled, but the voice fell as soon as it passed through his throat, and the corners of his lips became dim.

    "Meimei, I'm back."

    She spoke softly. The room was dark. She stood up and turned on the light. Jiang Fengmei's bed was empty.

    She sighed, it seemed that Meimei had not come down from the imperial court yet.

    Shi Yimo opened the drawer out of habit, took out a pack of stomach medicine and placed it on Jiang Fengmei's bedside. Then he took his pajamas and went to the bathroom.  After washing up, she took off the white handkerchief on her head, turned on the bedside table lamp, and turned off the headlight in the room.

    She is used to sleeping like this. She can only sleep when there is light by her side.Don't worry, she is very afraid of the dark night.

    That night, she woke up many times, and Jiang Fengmei didn't come back all night. Every time Shi Yimo opened her eyes, she could see her empty bed, and she felt uneasy for no reason. Jiang Fengmei didn't tell her that she would go home to see her father tonight.

    She called her countless times but no one answered, so she stayed up until dawn.

    It wasn¡¯t until the keychain rang outside the dormitory at five o¡¯clock in the morning that Shi Yimo knew something had happened.

    Jiang Fengmei, with her disheveled head on her head, fell to the ground as soon as she entered the door. Pulling at the blood at the corner of her mouth, she burst into tears.

    "Yimo, Yimo save me, Yimo"

    The cry woke her up from her sleep. When Shi Yimo sat up and looked at Jiang Fengmei, her sleepiness was driven away by fear.

    She jumped out of bed suddenly and held her limp body steady.

    "Meimei, what's wrong with you? What happened?"

    "Yimo, I was forced to give a green card by the manager. Yimo, I'm going crazy. Stop torturing me."

    It was only then that Shi Yimo discovered that there was erosion on her body and that her whole body was covered in bruises. Probably due to her struggle, she had been slapped many times on her face. When the light shone in Shi Yimo's eyes, her heart ached.

    "Who, who did it?" Shi Yimo's voice was so hoarse that he couldn't hear clearly.

    Jiang Fengmei hugged her and howled in despair, her whole body shaking like a sieve.

    "It's Shangguan night, it's Shangguan night"

    Shi Yimo was shocked and blurted out, "Did the Tang Dynasty ask him to do it? It was all done by the Tang Dynasty, right?"

    Because she still clearly remembers his eyes, his words, and his smile that night.

    Jiang Fengmei straightened her lips and shook her head, "I don't know, I don't know anything, Yimo, I want to die, I want to die now!"

    "Meimei, calm down, don't be like this, you still have me, no matter what happens, you still have me!"

    She hugged her body tightly, trying to suppress the trembling of Jiang Fengmei's body.

    "What should I do? Why does God torture us like this? We just live harder than ordinary people. Yimo, did I do something wrong? How should I face my father? He knows he will die of sadness,  Dad values ??dignity more than life, and I dare not tell him that I work here, because he will look down on me and himself."

    Has she become a shame to her father?

    She half-hanged on Shi Yimo and cried loudly. They were both equally proud people who would not surrender to fate. Although Jiang Fengmei was not as strong as Shi Yimo, she had suffered what she deserved. She just wanted to live hard and be a good person.  An ordinary person.

    "Meimei, this is not your fault." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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