Mr. Fu hurt her to the bone

Chapter 155 She Walks Alone in the Warm California Sun, Smiling... (Small Theater)
Three days later, Zhangzhu transferred to California, changed her phone, threw away her mobile phone, and changed her bank card. In this way, she cut off all connections between her and the past, between her and Wancheng.

Oh, by the way, before coming to California, Zhangzhu did another thing. During the trip to Hangzhou, Nie Mingrong charged 20 yuan to her card, and she transferred the money back to Nie Mingrong's account.

Xu Shi received a notification message, and Nie Mingrong called quickly, but Zhangzhu didn't answer, and she kept calling persistently, so she finally threw away the phone card.

All she took away was her lucky money and pocket money from childhood to adulthood. Although it was still a gift from the Nie family, most of it came from Mr. and Mrs. Nie. Now she has a small life in her belly, and she cannot be arrogant enough to ignore it. .

I rented a small single apartment in Compton. Because I was pregnant, I never went out to look for a job, but I learned to pick up some odd jobs online.

Most of them are some fragmentary design illustrations, or teaching foreigners to learn Chinese on the Internet.

This income is not much, but it is enough for her three daily meals. It is better than watching the money in the account gradually decrease day by day, but doing nothing.

She doesn't like western food very much, so Chinatown is the best place to go. She likes the atmosphere there. In a foreign country, people with yellow skin and black hair look very friendly. She is single and pregnant, and she can be taken care of everywhere.

If you order fried rice with eggs, you will also be given a fried egg and seaweed soup. If you buy a handful of vegetables from the vegetable market, you can get two fresh eggs or a handful of fresh shallots in the basket.

The landlady is an Italian. Her grandson is only five years old this year, but every time he sees her coming back, he will greet her like a gentleman, take her basket and send her home.

The little child was called differently every day, little star, little sweetheart, little sun, little donut, little candy... She was so teased that she was dizzy.

Especially the little gentleman with blue eyes and blond hair solemnly kissed the back of her hand and said, "How can I let such a beautiful porcelain doll like you carry a basket..."

"Oh~~ your eyes are more beautiful than the night sky in my hometown..."

"My little princess, are you happy today? I am very happy because you held my hand..."

Zhangzhu is always amused by him, maybe this is the racial gene, who doesn't know that Italian boys are the most romantic and charming.

Her fourth week in Compton was her birthday.

She was born in summer, on the brightest day of the sun. Her mother said that her father could not put it down when she was holding her who was just born but was already so cute. The nurse in the hospital joked that this is the real jewel in the palm of his hand...

So her name did not follow the sisters to take the word Rong, but called Nie Zhangzhu.

My mother also said that my father wanted to take Nie Mingzhu at first, but my mother always felt that it sounded like Ye Mingzhu, so I finally changed it to Nie Zhangzhu.

She bought a small cake and watched the young girl who made the cake carefully put the cake into a paper box for her. She carried the cake and walked out of the cake shop. On the narrow street, there are many spiers. There are flocks of pigeons everywhere, flying past the heads of people.

A young man playing the violin walked around her, smiling charmingly, and she took out a piece of change from her pocket and handed it to him.

There is no distinction, no high or low, all are the same people, running and struggling for life.

There was an oriental man in a neat black suit, standing upright like a mountain among the pigeons, and the pigeon landed on his shoulder, which was extremely intimate.

Zhang Zhu still remembered that it was written in entertainment newspapers that Tony Leung would always fly to New York to feed the pigeons on a free day in the early morning, and then fly back to Hong Kong after feeding the pigeons.

What kind of loneliness should it be?

Zhang Zhu took out a small bread, crumpled it into crumbs and spread it in his palm.

The pigeons here are not afraid of people, so they flapped their wings and flew over to peck the crumbs in her palm.

With her long hair loose and a warm smile, she said softly to the breeze: "Happy birthday, Nie Zhangzhu."

The phone in the handbag buzzed, and Nie Minglang's voice came from the receiver.

"Sister, have you received the gift I gave you?"

The boy's voice was so hasty, Zhang Zhu smiled even wider: "...I'll be home soon."

"Go back, go back!"

Nie Minglang kept urging, Zhang Zhu answered "Yes", put down the phone, and walked towards the apartment at a faster pace.

A neighbor she knew greeted her, "Hi, Zhuzhu."

She will always reply with a sweet smile. Everyone likes her. Girls often come here to ask her about her clothes and how to comb her hair. The neighbor's wife often comes to the door and asks her to teach her how to arrange flowers. The ones are even more beautiful, and some people even send their little daughters here to learn how to draw with her.

She thought that if she didn't think of that person often, her life would be perfect.

As soon as he arrived at the apartment building, the landlady's little grandson rushed over in a gust of wind, making exaggerated gestures: "Such a big box...just delivered, right at your door..."

Zhangzhu reached out and stroked his hair: "Thank you for telling me this."

The little gentleman looked at her with bright eyes: "Is today your birthday?"

Zhangzhu nodded, the child looked at her shyly, and slowly handed over a rose in his hand: "But I don't know, I didn't prepare a birthday present..."

Zhangzhu took his rose and kissed him lightly on the forehead: "I'm already very happy."

"Then...can I give myself to you?"

The little guy who was kissed was so happy that he was going crazy, his little face was flushed, and he was talking incoherently.

"Wait until you grow up?"

A child's beautiful wish needs to be protected. When he grows up in the future, she will already be gray-haired. When she thinks about it, this past will still be beautiful.

The little Italian gentleman nodded solemnly, took Zhangzhu's arm and sent her home.

　A small theater with 400 monthly tickets~ (The full version is still in the group file)
　　"Are you sure you really want to do it?"

　　The woman holding a cigarette is about thirty years old, but she is still as beautiful as a flower, but if you look closely, there are already faint fine lines at the corners of her eyes.

　　"I heard that here, you can earn 1 yuan a day at the fastest. I need money, but I don't have time."

　　The fair and clean girl sat upright, and her good family education since she was a child has penetrated into her bones. Even in such an embarrassing situation, even if she was sitting in front of her mother Sang, the charming laughter of those girls could be heard outside the door. But she also seems to be independent and clean.

　　"1 yuan, it's easy to make or easy to make, but it's also difficult to say, if you want money, you can't have face, you... really can?"

　　The thin skirt was held in front of her, black, lace, naked, the most direct temptation. More importantly, all the waitresses in the night were not allowed to wear underwear (unfinished
　　
　
(End of this chapter)