Chapter 892: The joys and sorrows of the world are not connected

As soon as Shen Yu went out, tears couldn't help but rush out of her eyes.

She ran all the way back to her room, closed the door, and slowly slipped down to the floor with her back against the wall.

After so many years, she has never been able to enter his heart.

No, since he got engaged, he has excluded himself from his life.

She has memories from her childhood, and he is here.

He was only a few months older than her, and always referred to himself as an older brother in front of her.

When she walked unsteadily and fell, he would crouch down and help her pat the grass clippings off the hem of her skirt.

She liked to eat the peach blossom cake of Luofu, so he lent her the cook to her and taught her maid.

The first time she could read and write, the first time she played the piano, and the first time she played chess, he taught her by hand.

At that time, she was only a few years old, and she thought that she would be like this for the rest of her life.

It wasn't until the two families joked about the marriage that Nanqing's brother became more and more polite and alienated from her.

She didn't understand, why should she stay away from her?

Didn't he have any affection for her?

Haven't you counted all the things you had when you were young?

Shen Yu asked herself, she hasn't changed over the years, why don't you like her anymore?

The kitten buried in her knees whimpered, and even the wicker outside the window was sad.

Luo Nanqing, who was separated by several rooms, couldn't write a word since Shen Yu was angry with him and left.

When I put down the pen, I found that the paper was full of small fish.

Xiaoyu is what he called Shen Yu in the past.

The Shen family likes to affectionately call her Xiaoyu or Yu'er, and when he first heard it, he thought it was a fish that swam in the fish, but he couldn't change it when he called it.

I didn't expect the name to be deliberately forgotten, and I wrote it unconsciously.

Thinking of her red eyes, the grief when she left, and the words on the paper, he was even more upset.

If he continued to study, he would not have the heart to take care of his children's private affairs, and when he went to Dijing, he would not return to the Luo family in a short time, but her youth could not be delayed.

Besides, he couldn't respond to the feelings she wanted.

What he is more afraid of is that she is like her past self, bound in the marriage contract of the two families, like a doll being manipulated, and after she gets married, she regrets it, what should she do then?

Therefore, he got the freedom given by his father, and he also wanted her to get the freedom to make her own choices, instead of living her life in such confusion.

However, when facing her, he always couldn't speak, and every time he expressed his meaning wrong.

Maybe when she meets herself, it will be the biggest disaster in her life.

Luo Nanqing held his forehead, his eyebrows stained with sorrow and helplessness.

The young man does not know the taste of emotion, and always pushes people outward, and only regrets it until the end.

The joys and sorrows of the world are not connected.

Some people are worried about their feelings, and some people are running for their livelihoods.

After Tang Li's treatment, Bai Qiancheng's poisoned eye has regained its clarity, but it still needs follow-up recuperation, and he can't look directly at the sun in a short period of time, and he can't use his eyes excessively.

But he can't go down to salty fish anymore, he has to make some money, otherwise he won't be able to afford to eat.

On this day, he had just written a letter to his family and was about to seal it, when suddenly several people rushed up to him in a rage, drove away his customers, kicked over his stall, grabbed him by the collar and pressed him to the pillar behind him.

"Bai Qiancheng, you are so bold, you dare to steal our boss's money!"

Bai Qiancheng was scolded and his face turned red: "I didn't steal money, how can we scholars steal things?" ”

At this time, a woman wearing gold and silver still had the charm of walking in front of him and sneered: "If you don't hand over the money, don't blame the old lady for arresting you and sending you to the official!"