Chapter Fifty-Eight: Longer Memories
Lu Jiayue was extremely angry, glared at Qu Rong angrily, and was speechless for a while.
Qu Rong clearly saw hatred and disgust in her black and white eyes.
Such a look made him can't help but throb in his heart, and the little reason he deliberately retained disappeared in an instant.
He pursed his lips tightly, and looked straight into the depths of Lu Jiayue's eyes, looking sad, and muttering in his mouth.
"Why do you want to do this to me? Why were you so indifferent to me when we first met? Tell me why..."
"Where am I not as good as the third brother, why do you want to be close to him, give him plum blossoms, give him the four treasures of the study, but you ignore me alone, cold as frost..."
"What's wrong with me? You tell me, you tell me..."
Qu Rong got closer and closer, so close that Lu Jiayue could smell the crisp breath on his body that only a young man can have, which was cool and hit her cheeks.
She suddenly remembered that in his previous life, he often did some intimate acts to her when the two of them met in private, and the most common thing he did was to kiss her on the cheek while she was unprepared.
This familiar and crisp breath brought back all kinds of scenes from her past life that had been buried deep in her mind in an instant, surging in front of her eyes like a river and a sea.
Enough is enough, really enough.
In her previous life, she was ignorant and naΓ―ve, and was deceived by him and the Duan family, but she admitted that she was too stupid to complain about others.
Now, she just wants to hide, wants to stay away, and doesn't want to have the slightest relationship with the person in front of her.
But why, why did this person just refuse to let her go!
Lu Jiayue stretched out her hands and pushed Qu Rong violently, Qu Rong was unguarded, was pushed to a stumbling side, and took a few steps back.
This push, as if using all the strength of the whole body, Lu Jiayue leaned against the wall tiredly, with a sad look on her face, pointing at one of Qu Rong's hands and trembling involuntarily.
β... Who do you think you are? Do you think that if you are outstanding in character and full of talent, the women in the world will let you play with it? I'm telling you, I don't ---."
"It's not what you say!" Qu Rong interrupted Lu Jiayue's words loudly, and looked at her with stunned eyes, "It's not like what you said... I really like you... It's sincere! The first time I saw you, I was already sincere with you! β
Lu Jiayue sneered disdainfully, "I don't need your so-called sincerity, I'm not rare!" β
"What do you want me to say, how do you want to believe it?" Qu Rong stared at her eyes tightly, and said with mourning, "... You tell me, how do you need me to prove my sincerity to you? β
"Sincerely..."Lu Jiayue looked back at Qu Rong's eyes, her eyes full of disdain and mockery, "Where can people like you and your mother do anything to achieve their own goals?" β
Just for a moment, Qu Rong's face turned pale and he was stunned.
How could she have known about her mother's calculations?!
It's only been a few months since she's been in the house, and she's never set foot in the courtyard of the second room, how would she know?!
Lu Jiayue didn't wait for Qu Rong to come back to her senses, lifted her dress, turned around and ran.
didn't run a few steps, and was pulled back by Qu Rong.
He grabbed her wrist tightly, his eyes cold, and he stared at her.
"Say, who told you!"
Lu Jiayue struggled hard, but her wrist was pinched firmly by Qu Rong, and she couldn't move at all.
"Sister Lu, you believe me," Facing Lu Jiayue, who was struggling to break free, Qu Rong's face immediately became affectionate and complaining, "Even if my mother has other plans, but I am sincere to you... My mother knows that, and you believe me, I never wanted to take advantage of you..."
Lu Jiayue couldn't hear what Qu Rong was saying at all, she struggled desperately, like a little beast trapped in a trap, frightened, she just wanted to escape from the trap quickly and regain her freedom.
Just when he couldn't break free for a long time, Qu Rong suddenly let out a cry of pain, let go of the hand that was clenching Lu Jiayue, and covered his forehead.
There was the sound of stones rolling down to the ground.
What's going on?
Lu Jiayue held her wrist, which had been numb to the point of loss of consciousness by Qu Rong, and looked back blankly.
There were tears in her eyes, and the surrounding scenery was foggy and unreal, and after a long search, she saw a man standing not far behind her.
The man stood tall and tall like a jade tree. The lights in the market were dim, reflecting his still warm eyebrows, but he no longer looked like a spring breeze when he first saw it.
He frowned slightly, his expression was indifferent, and he couldn't see any emotion.
Lu Jiayue burst into tears.
"Uncle Guo... Help me..."
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Before Ding Can could open his mouth to ask, Qu Rong had already fled.
In fact, there was no need for Ding Can to speak, no matter who saw Ding Can, because of his identity, he would be a little cowardly in his heart.
What's more, Qu Rong made such a shameless move on the street, Ding Can only needs to tell the supervisor of Guozijian a word, then Qu Rong will not have to go to Guozijian to study in the future.
Maybe the career of scientific research will be hopeless in the future.
Lu Jiayue cried sadly.
relived a lifetime, but it was inevitable that he would be bullied by Qu Rong.
Ah Li, who was hidden in the shadows, appeared, walked to Ding Can's side, and asked him quietly: "Master, what should I do next?" β
Ding Can smacked his lips, thought about it, and said with a smile: "I still have to send her back--- those people who came with her are afraid that they won't be able to find her for a while, if she goes back by herself, and then meets that disciple, our good deeds will be done in vain." β
Ah Li nodded, "That's all it can be." β
Ding Can looked at Lu Jiayue.
The little girl was crying so sadly, her snot and tears flowed together, her sideburns were messy, her dress was wrinkled, and there was no silk handkerchief at hand to wipe her nose and tears.
Hey, that's pathetic.
So he took out a piece of silk handkerchief from his sleeve and handed it over.
"Here, just wipe it."
Lu Jiayue took it without raising her head, wiped a handful of tears for the first time, and wiped a handful of snot for the second time.
Ding Can's eyebrows furrowed.
Okay, this handkerchief won't be used in the future, so I'll give it to this little girl.
Lu Jiayue couldn't stop crying.
I was really aggrieved in my heart.
But I can't complain about others, if I didn't insist on going out to enjoy the lanterns at night, and wanted to see the style of the Shangyuan Festival in Kyoto, how could I be alone, so that I was alone and was bullied by Qu Rong to this point.
Half of the silk handkerchief was soaked with tears, and Ah Li shook his head: "How long do you have to cry?" On this big night, don't cry, but you are frozen. β
"I've never seen a girl like you, who is not allowed to cry," Ding Can smiled and looked at Ah Li, "People have been wronged, they should cry a little bit, so that they can have a better memory, and they will not dare to go out at will in the future." β
Lu Jiayue's weak little shoulders twitched, and she raised her teary eyes to look at Ding Can.
"Uncle Guo is right, in the future, I will never go out at will."
Ding Can nodded, "It's good to have a long memory," and turned his head to smile at Ah Li, "See, what I said is still right?" β
Ah Li rolled his eyelids.
Pedestrians are becoming scarcer in the market, and the city is lit up by bright lights in the deep blue night sky, and a yellow moon is slowly rising to the middle of the sky.
Ding Can stood under the porch with his conceited hands, looking up at the sky, as if admiring the moon.
Ah Li leaned against the corner with his shoulders crossed, looking at Ding Can and Lu Jiayue for a while.
Lu Jiayue covered her face with a silk handkerchief and cried sadly.
Slowly, the cry changed from whimpering to sobbing, then from sobbing to silent crying, and finally the eyes were dry, the circles under the eyes were red and swollen, and I wanted to cry without tears.
"Crying?" Ding Can looked at Lu Jiayue with a smile.
Such a teasing tone made Lu Jiayue feel ashamed, her face suddenly turned red, her fingers wrenched with the messy silk handkerchief, and nodded very lightly.
"Well, that's fine," Ding Can nodded slightly, "Let's go, send you back." β