"Wanjing, do you really not understand or are you deliberately avoiding me?" Zhang Yaozong stopped Su Wanjing, who had just gone to the market to deliver the fish basket. wwwwcom

Su Wanjing lowered her head and didn't speak, hiding her hands behind her back and rubbing them crampedly on her back. There were new cuts on those hands, and frostbite, and they were dirty and unsightly.

Zhang Yaozong looked at her, coldly pulled her hand out from behind his back, looked at the frozen purple hand, and couldn't help but feel distressed: "Didn't I give you a pair of gloves?" Why don't you wear it? ”

Su Wanjing pulled her hand back vigorously and took a step back, "Young Master Zhang, can you stop giving me things in the future." I...... Can't afford to use that good. ”

"Why do you call me Young Master Zhang again?" Zhang Yaozong rubbed his hands in frustration, untied the thick cashmere scarf around his neck and handed it over. Su Wanjing dodged, and Zhang Yaozong couldn't help but put the scarf around her neck and tied a knot, "Why can't you afford it?" Wanjing, it's different now, you shouldn't have that kind of concept anymore. ”

The light gray cashmere scarf still carried Zhang Yaozong's body temperature and wrapped it around her neck, which made Su Wanjing's whole body warm. She raised her head and looked at Zhang Yaozong a little confused. He is really good-looking, his skin is white and fine, his hair is shiny and obedient, and his whole person is very temperamental when he wears a thick tweed coat. How could such a person take a fancy to himself?

That day, my father and mother couldn't help but sigh when they saw the French perfume, Ceylon tea, and the mink gloves that Su Wanjing took home, and they said: "Xiao Jing, the son of your family, people like us can't afford it, find an opportunity to send these things back to Young Master Zhang, don't have such thoughts." ”

Su Wanjing's brother quit and said loudly: "You are old brains and old concepts!" Now it's a new era, Yaozong said, he just likes our quiet simplicity and nature. Why do you want to stop your sister? ”

"Don't make any noise!" Su Wanjing bit her lower lip, looked at her father, and plucked up the courage to say, "Dad, mother...... I, I also like that young master. ”

"Xiao Jing! Xiaojing, you listen to your mother's words, you can't move your mind. Do you think he's doing you a good deal by sending you a few things? If he was really good to you, he shouldn't have provoked you. ”

"Young Master Zhang, if you are really good to me, you shouldn't come to provoke me." Su Wanjing said to Zhang Yaozong with some difficulty, reached out and untied the cashmere scarf and stuffed it back into his arms, turned around and left.

"Wanjing!"

Su Wanjing turned her head, but the person behind her suddenly became Lin Yu, like Zhang Yaozong that day, looking at herself so intently, "I like you, don't be afraid." ”

The evening mirror opened her eyes suddenly, and she slowly breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the familiar curtain. She sat up and wrapped herself in the quilt, as if she had returned to that winter, and her body was slightly cold.

It's a dream again, it's Zhang Yaozong again. Over the years, she has always looked back at her story over and over again, tearing the wound over and over again.

She hated herself for not being able to forget, hating why she hadn't drunk Meng Po soup. With the wounds of the past life, with the coldness of ghosts, even if you are reincarnated? She is not still the dead Su Wanjing.

What is she now? It's just a ghost who is lucky to be alive.

I like you, don't be afraid.

"Don't like me." Wanjing buried his head in his lap and formed a ball, wanted to cry but couldn't, and muttered, "I'm afraid of ......"

got up early to say hello to my father, and when I arrived at the door, I happened to meet Lin Yu coming out of it. Lin Yu saw that Wanjing's spirit was not very good, so she wanted to ask a few questions, but she didn't expect Wanjing to just nod to her, and she went in without stopping.

Lin Yu stood in place for a moment, then sneered at himself, turned around and strode out. Yuan Lingxiang walked out from the corner, looked at Lin Yu's back and smiled quietly.

As soon as Wanjing entered the house, Yuan Lingxiang's hind feet also arrived, and he asked Li Xiang'er and Lin Moshan for the morning after several weeks. Li Xiang'er asked Yuan Lingxiang if she slept well last night, if she was missing anything, just tell her, "You don't have to come over to say hello, you are a guest, just feel comfortable." ”

Yuan Lingxiang smiled, "For Jiyue Villa, Ling Xiang is indeed a guest, but for my cousin-in-law and cousin-in-law, Ling Xiang is a junior, and greetings should be shared." If my cousin doesn't allow Ling Xiang to come, Ling Xiang is afraid that my cousin won't treat me as her own. ”

"Well, I'm really good at talking, but I'm better than your mother." Li Xiang'er covered her mouth and giggled, "It's a good day, if you want to go out and go around, ask Jiangyu to send a carriage, your coachman is not familiar with Jincheng." ”

"That's exactly what I thought." Yuan Lingxiang turned her head and pulled the evening mirror again, "Sister evening mirror, are you willing to accompany me?" ”

Wanjing is naturally unwilling, she has always been the least fond of going out, and was thinking about how to refuse, but Li Xiang'er said: "Jing'er, I see that you are not in good spirits today, go out with Lingxiang to relax." What about Yu'er? Let him go with you. ”

"I just saw Brother Yu go out, maybe he's busy. It doesn't matter, I'm talking to the two girls in the evening mirror, and Brother Yu is afraid that it will be boring to follow. ”

"Okay. Then take Zhang He to drive, the child is safer. ”

In the evening mirror, she saw that these three words had already told her to death, and it was inconvenient to refuse again, so Yuan Lingxiang pulled her out.

The place where Jincheng can turn is nothing more than the flower market and the cross ditch farther away, which is now a scorched earth, and it is naturally impossible to go. Zhang He slowly drove into the flower market with Wanjing and Yuan Lingxiang.

Yuan Lingxiang lifted the curtain of the car and pointed outside: "A horse was shocked here yesterday, but it really scared me, thanks to Brother Yu's rescue." I thought about buying something for him, and although Brother Yu said that I didn't need to worry, how could I really not say anything at all. Evening mirror, what does Brother Yu like? ”

What does Lin Yu like?

Wanjing saw Yuan Lingxiang looking at herself for a while, and hesitated for a while before saying, "Weapon." ”

"Weapons?" Yuan Lingxiang was a little dumbfounded, "This ...... I'm afraid it's not easy to buy. ”

Wanjing turned her head and felt a little irritated. It's a shame that Lin Yu remembers her preferences every day, and when it was her turn, she couldn't say what Lin Yu liked, which seemed a bit excessive.

Yuan Lingxiang laughed secretly in her heart, this evening mirror really didn't have any thoughts about Lin Yu, and now she was completely relieved.

Yuan Lingxiang asked Zhang He to stop the car and dragged her along the shops in the flower market. It was just a beautiful woman on the street, and a pair appeared at this time, and for a while, the woman's jealous eyes, and the man's amazing eyes beckoned to Yuan Lingxiang and Wanjing.

I don't go out much in the evening mirror, and I feel a little uncomfortable being looked at by these eyes, but Yuan Lingxiang seems to be used to it, and it doesn't matter at all. Zhang He pulled the car and walked behind the two girls, but suddenly smiled as he walked.

Zhang He likes to look at beautiful women, but his so-called beautiful women are not just looks. Women are graceful, pungent, some have a strong bookish atmosphere, and some are pure and simple appearance, no matter what, whatever is true, Zhang He feels that it is a kind of beauty.

But he didn't like Yuan Lingxiang very much, because he felt that this girl's exquisite and thoughtful made people feel fake.

But isn't the falsehood that people can see through a kind of truth? True and false, Zhang He was amused by this idea of his own. If there is a real falsehood, then is there also a false truth?

Falsehood, where does it come from truth? But then again, isn't that a lot like that? What I see, the truth of self-righteousness, is not all true. People live only with a skin, and with this skin, who dares to say that they are real? The good and bad thoughts are not all in this skin, and what you can see is nothing more than what others want you to see. It's not like he hasn't experienced this kind of thing.

Zhang He thought a lot about it, but he wouldn't say it to anyone, this was not what he should think about a small steward. It's scary to say.

"Sister Wanjing, you quickly give me an idea, what do you want to give Brother Yu?" Yuan Lingxiang pulled the evening mirror, and begged like a little girl.

"Gloves." Wanjing said a little absent-mindedly, and was a little stunned after speaking, and after reacting, his mood suddenly fell to the bottom.

"Hmm. In winter, if Brother Li Yu is required to ride a horse and drive, it will not be too expensive and heartfelt. Yuan Lingxiang nodded, "Where is there a tailor shop here?" You have to pick a sturdy and good-looking cloth to make it. ”

Wanjing was in a bad mood, and she didn't have the heart to go shopping with her again, "It's Buzhuang in front, cousin, I'm a little tired, I'm waiting for you in the car." ”

Before she could turn around, she heard someone shouting to be careful, and then she was pulled away by a person. I heard a bang, as if something had hit the ground hard, and the surroundings fell silent all of a sudden.

After a while, when the dust and smoke had cleared, the evening mirror saw that the huge sign on the lintel of the shop had fallen and was smashing into the place where they had just stood.

"Why did the signboard fall off? It's scary, but luckily it went a little faster. ”

"yes, this store has only opened for a short time, which is too unlucky."

"Ouch, it's really strange to open a store and drop the sign."

After a moment of silence, passers-by began to talk around the fallen signboard. Wanjing was stunned for a while before coming back to his senses, remembering that someone had pulled him away just now, so he looked back, but saw that it was Zhang He standing behind him.

"You pulled me here?" Evening Mirror was a little surprised.

Zhang He smiled and didn't speak, and bowed his head respectfully as usual. Wanjing looked at his carriage, which was still parked two feet away, and felt that this thing was a little strange. Not only did this signboard fall down in a good way, but also Zhang He saved himself.

"Where's my cousin?" Wanjing suddenly remembered Yuan Lingxiang, and hurriedly turned his head to look for it, but found that on the other side of the store door, Lin Yu was standing beside Yuan Lingxiang, looking at himself and Zhang He with a complicated expression.