This night, An Ran lost sleep again, and suddenly felt that he missed Mi Xiaojia very much, as long as he closed his eyes, Mi Xiaojia's face was shaking in front of him.

He even felt that this was the taste of lovesickness and bone-devouring ecstasy. Thinking of this, An Ran shuddered again, feeling that he was thinking too seriously about things, he just didn't like the feeling of not knowing where she was when he wanted to find Mi Xiaojia, that's all.

As for Mi Xiaojia, she didn't know that An Ran was thinking about her for a long time, and she was depressed, she wanted to wander, but she returned to the home where she didn't want to go back and had to come back to take a look.

Peng Hui opened the door when she heard the sound, and saw that it was Mi Xiaojia, and she couldn't help but be sarcastic, roughly how not to die outside, why did she come back and be embarrassed.

Mi Xiaojia pushed away Peng Hui, who was blocking his way, and went straight to the bedroom where he used to live, only to see that a room of broken copper and iron had piled up there, which had become a typical small warehouse, and there was no way to live in it.

Peng Huili looked at Mi Xiaojia's back, and said bitterly: "If it were me, even if I died outside, I would be embarrassed to come back, this is not a bus, you can come if you want, and you can leave if you want!"

Mi Xiaojia didn't make a sound, she pushed away the things piled up on the desk, rummaged through the cabinets, and finally turned out an old photo that was pressed at the bottom.

The photograph is old, yellowed, and even blurry, but even so, the woman in the photograph smiles softly at her. The woman was holding Mi Xiaojia, who was only one or two years old, in her arms, and the little one smiled happily, revealing the gums with only front teeth.

This is a photo of her deliberately leaving at home, an excuse to hope that she will come back, and now it seems that there is no need for any nostalgia, right?

Mi Dashun, who was full of alcohol, was dragged to the bedroom by Peng Huilian, he looked at Mi Xiaojia's busy back with drunken eyes, thinking it was Mi Xue, he let out a loud shout: "How many times have I told you, you are not allowed to enter your sister's room!!"

Mi Xiaojia looked back when she heard the voice, looked at the sloppy Mi Dashun, she went to Mi Dashun, and when she saw Mi Dashun with a lot of gray hair, she looked away and said coldly: "Look clearly, I'm not your precious daughter!"

Mi Dashun shook his drowsy head, and when he saw Mi Xiaojia's face clearly, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He quickly sank his old face and said coldly: "If you die outside, don't come back, it's annoying to see you!"

"Don't worry, I won't be coming back in the future, this time I'm here to get this thing. Mi Xiaojia said and deliberately handed a photo of her and her mother to Mi Dashun, and smiled sarcastically: "My mother must have seen today's results, so there is no corner where you are standing in this photo." ”

A little embarrassment flashed on Mi Dashun's face, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Get out of here and don't come back, I don't want to see you!"

"Very well, I just don't want to see you, we rarely come to an agreement. Mi Xiaojia was sarcastic, put away the photo, and walked out of Mi's house with his luggage.

For so many years, she and Mi Dashun have been arguing every time they meet, and they are all the same dialogue after the quarrel.

One said to get out, the other said never to come back, and this time it might be the last time.

"Disobedient, don't go home even if you die outside!!" Mi Dashun rushed into the kitchen, picked up the iron pot casually, and threw it behind Mi Xiaojia.

Mi Xiaojia heard the movement behind her, and if she wanted to, she could avoid it.