Baima Lane

The landlord, Uncle Zhou, actually wanted to introduce his ex-wife to Chen Cheng. When he heard this, he almost spit out the tea in his mouth, and was about to sternly refuse - Uncle Zhou's daughter broke in. Chen Cheng raised his eyes and was stunned for a moment. The girl's face came into his sight: Cold white skin, an oval face, the ends of the eyes are slightly upturned, like the tips of newly blooming willow leaves, and a tear mole under the corner of the right eye, unbiased, like someone dipped the tip of a pen in ink, and lightly touched it, like a falling star. If my daughter looks like this, then my mother... The words of rejection rolled on the tip of his tongue, and he swallowed them back, thinking in a strange way: Why not... Meet? Early the next morning, Chen Cheng stepped on the dew and went down to the small courtyard on the first floor to wash up. Beside the pool, the girl was squatting there rubbing a pair of old socks. The morning light made a layer of light gold on the side of her face. He held a mouthful of toothpaste and said vaguely: "Morning..." The girl didn't even raise her head, and her voice came over in a clear voice, as if asking what the weather was like today: "Did you see her last night?" Chen Cheng spit out white foam and splashed on the edge of the pool, almost touching her sleeves. He choked and coughed violently while holding on to the faucet, and his ears felt as if they were on fire. The story between him and her begins with this endless question in the early morning...