I laughed, smiling bitterly, "Hehe, you guessed it." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info And I hate you even more now, I hate you for telling me that I shouldn't have told me. There was another pause, and every word was full of tears, "You know something, are you bad at hiding? Why are you telling me? Why do you want me to know? What's in it good for you? Is it really fun to have my heart broken by the people I trust the most?"

"I just want you to forget about him. He looked at me with a frown, and there was no more palpable pity and distress in his eyes. "Stay with me. ”

I laughed, contemptuously and mockingly, "Forget him, and be with you, and be one of your many women to warm your bed?"

He looked at my smiling eyes and was stunned for a moment, "With me, isn't it good for me to spoil you alone?"

I smiled even more happily, "Okay, being the favorite concubine of the Jiang family's eldest young master, clothes to reach out for food to open your mouth, someone flatters, flatters, flatters, and is surrounded by a group of subordinates, isn't this good?"

He looked at me and nodded vigorously, "You can do whatever you want, you can have whatever you want." ”

"Really?" I scoffed, "I want a blog, do you have one?"

He stiffened, the smile on his face gradually subsided, and he looked at me with a blank expression.

I looked at him, approaching little by little, "Your favorite concubine can wear gold and silver, sit back and enjoy it, and command her will." But I don't care. I'm telling you, the way you deal with women won't work for me. You've done so much and said so much, don't you just want me to submit to you like those women? Why, the delicate beauty can't satisfy your desire to conquer, you're tired of it, you're dissatisfied, so you want to change something new and find some excitement?"

The more he listened, the colder his face became, his fingers clucking, and he held back his anger and reminded me, "You're already mine." ”

I sneered, "Really? I'm yours?"

He couldn't hold back any longer, pressed me into his arms, lifted my face roughly, and kissed my hot lips fiercely.

I didn't struggle, let him take what he wanted, and the pleasure of revenge swelled up in my heart, did you see the ......blog post? But there was a clear trace of pain in my heart, and tears flowed straight down.

The man in the frenzy was stunned for a moment, then stopped and looked at me with hesitation, sadness, and anger in his eyes.

I laughed, "What? This is my first kiss, how does it taste? Don't you like it?"

"First kiss?" he touched his lips suspiciously, "Really?!"

I laugh, and the answer speaks for itself. It's ridiculous for a man to allow himself to lie on a different woman's bed every day, but always demand chastity from his woman.

He pressed the back of my head to kiss me down, and I reached out a finger to press his lips, "Tell me, why do you know this?"

Even if those things were true, they shouldn't have been recent, and he knew them so clearly that it was doubtful. Maybe subconsciously I hope he's lying to me.

But he stopped talking, and walked by with a trace of sadness on his stunned face.

"Why don't you speak?"

"Maybe I shouldn't have told you. ”

If he had managed to prove that what he was saying was true, I would probably have been able to console myself that he was lying. But he faced me with such a complicated look, and the glimmer of hope that ignited in my heart was shattered.

"Yu'er, why should you be so cruel to yourself?"

I laughed far-fetchedly and said stubbornly, "Even then, even if he did something bad to me, it was only because he loved me too much...... I don't care. Do you think you'll get me this way?"

Whether the previous sentence was for him or for myself, I don't know. In fact, how can you not mind? A person that you have always thought is the terminator of your loneliness, is actually the initiator of your loneliness, especially this person, who was once the most important person to you. What is six years of companionship?

But I just refused to admit defeat, refused to show weakness in front of him, and even I didn't know where this obsession came from. Maybe it's because he's always been strong and domineering and I don't want to compromise anymore, maybe it's because he can easily see my weaknesses and take advantage of them, or maybe it's because ...... Anyway, before and after this, I tried to hide my thoughts from him, even though he could still guess what I was thinking just as easily.

"Really?" he said, "it turns out that you can treat your enemies with such tenderness. ”

"He's not an enemy. I retorted almost immediately.

"Isn't it? Six years of childhood, six years of loneliness, six years of loneliness, obviously a lively and active age, but can only read and write alone, poetry and songs, watching others play from afar, being talked about by others, at an age close to cardamom, there is a sadness that looks like a peach and plum...... All this is due to your good brother, who in the name of protection, domineeringly monopolizes your life, but has no ability to give you happiness and disregard your future, what is he not an enemy?"

I took a step back, not only surprised by his words, "Why do you know so much?"

"I said I know more than you think. ”

I didn't say anything, and the defensiveness in my eyes was even stronger.

"You're my sister's rival, can I not take the time to inquire about your past?"

But he knows too much, even how long I have known Bowen, how I get along with Bowen, and my early life, or my unknown precociousness and unspeakable sadness...... There are so many that it's hard to hear.

"Don't look at me like that. If it weren't for your blog posts, everyone who has seen you would have been amazed by your beauty and talent, the men of school age in Suzhou would have flocked to you, and the spontaneous combustion between you and your parents would have been completely different...... You don't have to live a life of grievance like this, in this way, do you still think that he is not your enemy?"

I stared at him blankly and didn't speak.

He was unwilling, and further asked, "It is precisely because he knows all this that he has stumbled you firmly, how about it, don't you think he is very selfish?"

There was some despair in my heart, but I still insisted, "Not everyone puts fame and fortune first like you do - he accompanies me all day long, and he doesn't see the nobles' daughters, so why didn't he give up more?"

"Hmph," he sneered, "then how did he become a famous genius in Jiangnan, and why are you not well-known?

I was stunned and shocked.

"Little Flute Song" is when I was nine years old when I went to the lotus pond to pick dewdrops, when Bowen was next to it, we also filled in a few words, and then Bowen played this song in front of people by chance, since then there were some eyebrows "Jiangnan Genius" embellished with the rhythm of flute music, more and more outstanding, Bowen became famous for a while. And the song "Little Flute Song" also spread all over Jiangnan for a time and was adapted into various versions of the song. At that time, I was very happy, where did I think of this, at this time, as soon as he said it, some complicated emotions surged in his heart, but I just wanted to blame him for his villainous heart.

He observed my expression mockingly, and said, "I don't see the noble daughter, is he really with you all day long? Then how did my sister meet him? Miss Jiang, a famous talented girl, don't you all like a talent, and he hasn't mentioned it to you? If he doesn't say it, it proves that he hasn't seen it? He really doesn't leave you, or ...... Just going to see you at a certain time when you're tired?"

My heart pounded. If what he said before may not have much impact on me, then this one makes me sad: I always thought that Bowen liked me, not Jiang Liu, but after all, the person who could accompany Bowen to the end was her, I had to be jealous and have to care.

What did he mean by that? Jiang Mu's words came to mind again, and she said, "...... Somehow, the two children met eye contact......"

My heart was sour, and I just felt that it was cold in an instant.

Does he not leave me? Not really.

Too often, the high walls blocked us, and I could only sit alone under the sycamore in the courtyard, or in the reeds by the river, chanting poetry, composing, playing the flute, and tasting the loss of a person......

What was he doing at that time? I was shocked to realize that I didn't know as much about Bowen as I thought, and before that I had always thought that the marriage between Guo Jiang and the two families was meant by adults, and the two of them had never known each other. And at this moment, fear gradually permeated my heart, Bowen was really as firm to me as I thought, did he really have no friendship with Jiang Liu?

“…… I saw the young master and Miss Jiang in the garden...... They are a natural pair......" Xiaohu's words suddenly appeared out of nowhere, which intensified my fear.

Also, that time he went to Hangzhou, but he never saw me, and besides, ordinary people would pick a day to accompany the bride back a few days after getting married, why didn't he come? Is it to avoid me?

I fell to the ground as if I had lost my soul. This used to be a memory that I lived on, and every time I thought of it, it was bitter, but it was full of sweetness - was it fake?

"No, I don't believe it, I can't believe it. I muttered, raising my head to look at Jiang Kuo, "I want to see him, let me go see him." ”

There has never been a moment when I wanted to see him so much, to have him give me an answer, a reason to give me peace of mind or death.

Jiang Kuo squatted down to support me, "Calm down." ”

I didn't comply, and I brushed his hand away.

He reluctantly added, "If you want to see him, wait until August 15, the full moon festival, and he will accompany Jiang Liu back." That's when everything will be known. ”

Well, then wait for the fifteenth of August, the full moon, the full people, the festival of reunion, on that night, wait for his answer.

I don't know why I still care so much, I know that we can't be together anymore, and I'm dead, but when I think that those memories may be just a deception, it's just my own self-righteousness, and my heart still hurts.