At that moment, He Kun's heart was pounding uncontrollably again.

This is his favorite girl, and she wants to hold all the best things in the world in front of her.

Fen Qiao had already spread out his palms obediently, "I closed my eyes, you take them out!" ”

This time, what was placed in the palm of his hand was not the sour plum that Fen Qiao imagined, but a card.

Opening his eyes, Fen Qiao was angry, "What are you doing with this?" ”

He Kun was not annoyed, but only comforted her in a gentle voice, "The house is about to start auctioning, don't you want to auction the house back?" Is that what Uncle Fen left for you? ”

He Kun was kind and seductive, "Fenqiao, we're good friends, aren't we?" ”

Fen Qiao was told the central matter, but he still didn't appreciate it, and only returned the card to He Kun, and said firmly, "Then I don't want it, you didn't earn this money yourself." ”

"Fen Qiao, you look at me," He Kun's eyes were bright and firm, "This is my money, my grandmother left me a trust fund before she died, and the card is the income of the trust last year, and I have the right to dispose of it, but I don't need this money now." ”

Seeing that Fen Qiao still refused to take it, He Kun directly took her hand and put the card back in her palm, "Money is just something outside the body, I believe that grandma will be happy if she is alive and knows that this money has helped my best friend." ”

Before Fen Qiao could react, He Kun had already turned around and strode away.

Fen Qiao looked down at the card in his hand.

Can I accept this card?

It is true that Fen Qiao wants to buy back the house, but once she accepts the money, she is not sure when she will be able to pay off He Kun.

In the past seventeen years, no amount of money has been just a set of numbers for Fen Qiao, and she has never worried about money. But in just a few days, her concept of money seemed to be clear for a moment.

Even if she assumes that she has a salary of 10,000 yuan a month after working, will she pay off the debt she owes for buying a house after working for a hundred years without eating or drinking?

Relationships between people can deteriorate, and He Kun is now her best friend, and she can use friendship as interest. But Gao Ling used to be the best mother in the world. If one day, when He Kun starts to hate her and is no longer good to her, what will he do with the money he owes?

Fen Qiao had never been as soberly aware as she was at this moment, even if she had lived in that bungalow for fifteen years, she could not afford to live in that house now.

Find time to return it to He Kun.

Fen Qiao sighed and put the card in the left pocket of his school uniform jacket. She turned and walked in the direction of the school building.

He stopped in front of the trash can on the edge of the playground, threw the paper ball in the other pocket of his school uniform jacket, and then walked faster and faster until he disappeared into the playground.

It's just that in the next two days, Fen Qiao never met He Kun at school. As soon as I called, I learned that He Kun's grandfather was sick, and He Kun had been waiting in front of the hospital bed.

He Kun's family is a typical old-fashioned family style, and He Kun's grandmother is the only daughter of the former finance minister. As the eldest grandson, He Kun has a transcendent status in the family, but in the same way, the responsibility he shoulders is also very within the reach of others.

I am afraid that He Kun's energy in studying is only three or four out of ten, and even so, it is enough to make everyone in the attached middle school out of reach. Thinking of this, Fen Qiao pouted jealously, and he didn't know what structure He Kun's brain was born of, and why he was so smart.

……

More than half an hour after school that afternoon, Fen Qiao packed his schoolbag and prepared to go home after finishing his homework.

Outside the gate of the attached middle school is an asphalt road, and it is a wide two-way eight-car parallel road. Two rows of tall plane trees are planted on the side of the road, and it is the height of summer, and the sycamores are luxuriant, and the fine sunlight spills through the gaps between the branches and leaves. The cicadas chirped from nowhere, but they kept going.

Fen Qiao walked under the shade of the tree until a voice came from beside him—"Wait a minute! ”

Fen Qiao looked up, a black Bentley was quietly parked on the side of the road, the window glass was slowly lowered, and a woman smiled at her and said, "Fen Qiao, Auntie has something she wants to talk to you about, is it okay?" ”

The woman's temperament is outstanding, with smooth black hair coiled behind her head, occasionally a few strands hanging down from her ears, bright eyes and bright teeth, and she is a big beauty.

The person who came was He Kun's mother.

He Kun once invited Fen Qiao to his home on his birthday, and the tip of Fen Qiao's tongue can still recall the sweet taste of Qiqu cakes baked by He Kun's mother.

What does He Kun's mother want to talk to her?

Fen Qiao hesitated, but nodded obediently.

The place where we talked was in a teahouse, and the décor was full of classical beauty.

Fen Qiao hates to drink tea, and after the tea is brewed, Fen Qiao only picks up the cup and politely takes a sip.

Seeing this, Gu Yin smiled slightly, slowly put down the teacup, and said warmly, "This is the Emei Peak in early spring this year, and it is also He Kun's favorite tea, He Kun doesn't like to drink lemonade." ”

Hearing this, Fen Qiao was extremely surprised.

Gu Yin wasn't surprised by Fen Qiao's surprised look, "He Kun never said it, right?" ”

He Kun drank lemonade with Fen Qiao every time he was with her, and Fen Qiao always thought that even if He Kun didn't like it, he wouldn't hate it.

"It's not surprising, I know my son. If he likes someone, he can hide all his preferences when getting along, and follow the other person's preferences. He Kun likes you, you know, right, Fen Qiao? ”

Fen Qiao's face turned pale, and the fingers under the table unconsciously pinched the hem of his skirt, not knowing what to answer.

"You are beautiful and excellent, it is not surprising that He Kun likes you. Auntie has also experienced your age, in fact, He Kun is in love with you, and Auntie has nothing to object to. ”

"No..."Fen Qiao pinched the hem of her skirt, "I am not in love with He Kun. ”

"I know."

Know? Fen Qiao looked up at Gu Yin's expression in surprise.

Since she knew that they were not in love, why did Gu Yin say this?

Gu Yin still smiled decently, and said unhurriedly, "Yesterday, He Kun's trustee called me and said that He Kun had already withdrawn last year's trust income. I think about it, the reason why He Kun took this money should be for you. Did Auntie guess right? Fen Qiao? ”

"Yes, the money is with me now, but I was going to pay it back to He Kun."

"No, you misunderstood me, Fen Qiao, I'm not asking you for this money. The money belongs to He Kun, and He Kun has the right to use it, and I will not interfere. Gu Yin pinned the hair on her ears slightly and paused for a moment.

"You're a smart kid, and I'm sure you can understand what I mean, it's always easy to feel attached to someone who helps them in times of need. But He Kun is the grandson of the He family, he can freely fall in love, but he will not be free to marry in the future. In the future, he will be standing by his side with someone who is strong enough to assume the role of his wife. ”

Fen Qiao was silent.

Gu Yin continued, "A girl's youth is precious, and it's not worth your time spent on He Kun." A man's liking will not be so pure forever, can you ensure that in ten or twenty years, He Kun will like you as much as possible, and fight against your family for you? While this relationship is not so deep for you now, think about it, Fen Qiao. ”

The tea on the table is already cold, but the color of the tea soup is still clear and beautiful.

Fen Qiao looked up, Gu Yin was still smiling gently, elegant and gentle. That smile looked a little similar to He Kun. Fen Qiao's face seemed to have been slapped more than a dozen times, and it burned hotly.

She stood up from the stool almost the same moment as Gu Yin's words fell, unable to tell whether she was ashamed or angry. She put the card in her hand on the table, which had been in her hand for a long time.

The card was pushed in front of Gu Yin.

"Auntie, I am not in love with He Kun, and we will not in the future. I appreciate He Kun's kindness, but I'm fine now and don't need anyone's help. Thank you for your tea and goodbye. ”

After speaking, Fen Qiao bent down and saluted, turned around and walked out of the teahouse, and disappeared in front of Gu Yin.

Gu Yin picked up Mao Feng, who was already cold, and took a sip, a little bitter.

She looked at the vacant seat across from her and chuckled.

Fen Qiao has a lot of self-esteem, and she hardly makes any effort. Always too young, Gu Yin sighed lightly, maybe when she grows up, she will know that sometimes in this world, self-esteem is the cheapest thing.

……

As soon as Fen Qiao came out of the teahouse, he ran quickly.

She didn't know how many streets she had run on her own, and it wasn't until she was out of breath that she stopped, gasping for air on her knees.

Gu Yin's words were very convincing, and Fen Qiao almost really felt that what Gu Yin said was right at that moment.

Yes, she likes to be with He Kun, she likes He Kun to be good to her, that is the only kindness she grasps in a difficult situation, just like a drowning person who instinctively grabs a straw. But is that kind of liking between boys and girls?

Fen Qiao knew that it wasn't there.

So when He Kun's mother said those words, she was so embarrassed and embarrassed.

So she deliberately didn't sort out the relationship with He Kun, and didn't want to find out, but she enjoyed He Kun's help with peace of mind?

It's like a scheming bad woman.

If He Kun gets married one day and no longer likes her, will he think she is scheming? Do you feel ashamed to like her?

Yes, definitely... Fen Qiao seemed to get into the tip of the horns.

People who like her will leave in the end, Dad, Mom, and all the other relatives, they all abandoned her, and she has no friends!

She's a burden to everyone!

She is superfluous!

If she died, would anyone remember? Will anyone be sad? Does mom regret it? Grandpa, grandmother, and uncle, will they regret it?

Those ideas are like weeds that take root, and once they sprout, they grow wildly in the brain, like how they linger.

The sidewalks were planted with trees on both sides, and Fenqiao walked under them, the skirt of her school uniform was blown loudly, and her black hair was blown messily, dancing in the wind.

The sun had set in the west, and the sky was a blood-red hue.

The sidewalk has come to an end.

There is a highway ahead, and the traffic light next to it is showing a red person, and pedestrians are not allowed to pass.

In front of him, a car sped by with the sound of the wind.

A voice suddenly jumped out of my heart: Go forward! If you go forward, you will be liberated!

Yes, there is relief when you go forward.

She no longer has to live alone in this world, without relatives and friends.

No need to have insomnia late at night and write those boring workbooks all night long.

You don't need to smell the food to get sick to your stomach.

Life changed dramatically, and she had put a blade on her vein countless times in the middle of the night in her apartment to accompany her sleeping father. But she was so afraid of the pain, she hated her cowardice, and the blade never cut.

But this time, she suddenly didn't know where the courage came from, right! As long as she moved forward, she would not have to endure these ordeals again.

Fen Qiao's eyes were empty, and the thought seemed to be pulled by the devil, stepping step by step on the sidewalk boundary.

A truck is speeding up from afar.

Ten meters!

Fenqiao could almost feel the sound of the car speeding through the wind, and the roar of the engine carried a terrifying power.

Five meters!

Inside the window glass was the frightened face of the driver, and the wind blade slapped Fenqiao's cheek.

At that moment, she seemed to see her father's hand stretched out to her from a high place, and that palm must have been extremely warm, Fen Qiao knew.

In this world, only Dad tolerates her infinitely, and it's good to follow Daddy.

Fen Qiao closed his eyes and gently handed his hand up.