Wanghai County, Changping Village.
The Luo family's backyard.
The Chinese New Year is being celebrated outside, and the sound of firecrackers can be heard from time to time inside and outside the village. The Luo family's yard is filled with red lanterns, and red ribbons are wrapped around the branches. There is a festive atmosphere everywhere.
However, Xiao Qiao's room felt cold and depressing.
Xiao Qiao sat on the bed undressed, holding a piece of letter paper in his hand, with two tears on his thin cheeks.
Tears fell down one by one, soaking the letter paper, blurring the black characters, but also magnifying them several times.
There were a few words in it that made her heart-broken.
"There is a long road ahead, so you and I will go our separate ways for the time being, and we will go our separate ways and cherish it..."
Time seemed to have stopped, and there was only the sound of Xiao Qiao's weak breathing.
Occasionally, the cheerful voices of Huang Guier and Yao Yue could be heard in the yard, accompanied by Yao Ying's kind words like a big sister, followed by Huang Guier's ridicule and bullying...
Xiao Qiao no longer wants to pay attention to their overt and covert fights. Those fights have never been the most important in her opinion.
The most important thing is ambition. Only by grasping the heart of ambition can we realize our wishes.
Now that Dazhi has withdrawn unilaterally, he no longer wants to fight for the two of them, so should she be more sensible?
Xiao Qiao drags her chin and sits on the bed lonely and depressed. Several times, she wants to get out of bed and pick up a pen to write a letter of breaking up the relationship to Dazhi. The wording must be sharp. However, her mind always recalls the past few years that the two of them have been together. Studying and growing up together, he held her hand in his study and taught her how to practice calligraphy...
Was it so easy to let go?
He said it was good for her, but he didn't expect that he would end up harming her if he couldn't take care of her, so he chose to let go now... and promised that even if they were cousins for the time being, he would continue to take care of her and help her find the best doctor...
Xiao Qiao sneered, she didn't need his kindness.
Since it is broken, it should be done cleanly and neatly. There is no need to break the connection, and there is no need to look back and forth with a crooked eyebrow.
Thinking of this, Xiao Qiao decisively opened the quilt and went to the ground to get dressed.
She stopped writing. She planned to go there in person.
There were some words that couldn't be written down on a thin piece of paper to describe her feelings and what she wanted to express. She had to say it clearly in front of him.
When I opened the door and walked into the yard, the cold wind blew in my face.
Xiao Qiao subconsciously crossed his arms and sneezed hard.
She raised her head and saw a bright moon hanging in the sky. There were lights and colorful lights everywhere, and she was beaming with joy, but the light could no longer shine into her eyes and heart.
She tightened the collar of her cotton-padded jacket, crossed her arms and headed towards Dazhi's study against the cold wind.
It's really funny to say that she followed him all the way back to meet his elders, and lingered on the sickbed ever since. Tonight was the first time she walked out of the house, but she was on the way to break up with him.
If I had known this, I wouldn't have followed. If I didn't follow, maybe... there wouldn't be so many variables.
But there is no regret medicine in this world, let alone so many possibilities!
Arriving outside Dazhi's study, Xiao Qiao saw lights on in the study.
She was a little uneasy and wanted to turn around and go back, but thinking of the letter that was pressed under the pillow and stained with tears, Xiao Qiao's self-esteem did not allow her to back down.
Even if you break up, it must be a process of coming and going. You don't say it starts and you say it ends. That's not fair!
Xiao Qiao gritted his teeth and knocked on the door of Dazhi's study...
However, Xiao Qiao knocked several times but there was no response.
She was a little confused, and with a slight push of her slender fingers, the ajar door was suddenly pushed open. She poked her head in, but there was no one in the study.
The contents of a paper basket next to the desk caught her attention, causing her to turn back when she was about to leave and come to the desk.
As if being pulled by something, she leaned over, picked up a crumpled piece of waste paper from the wastebasket, and slowly spread it out.
The rows of familiar fonts above came into view, the familiar content, but some of the wording had been changed, and the order of some words had also been changed.
After Xiao Qiao read what he had in his hand, he leaned over to pick up other discarded paper balls in the wastebasket and look at them.
One after another, I squatted beside the wastebasket and once again saw tears streaming down my face.
She stumbled out of the study, her mind going blank. She didn't know where to go next. Her mind was filled with those pieces of paper and the words on them...
In order to cut off the relationship with her, he actually spent so much effort and drafted so many drafts before sending her the letter that he thought was the most satisfactory and the one that would least hurt her. He really took great pains to !
It was her feet that brought her back to the house, threw her on the bed, and buried all her choked sobs into the quilt...
Outside the house, Yang Ruoqing stood in the cold wind, her face also full of tangles.
When Xiao Qiao knocked on the door of Dazhi's study room before, she actually noticed this girl.
After Xiao Qiao left Dazhi's study, Yang Ruoqing also went in and looked through the drafts of breakup letters in the wastebasket.
After reading it, she felt that if she added a more sensitive organ, that organ would definitely hurt!
Zhi'er, a brat, looks handsome, elegant, and gentle, but he is actually a straight man at heart!
As an old mother, she only analyzed the future situation and what he would face after marrying Xiao Qiao. She did not explicitly give him an order to break up!
This brat actually showed up in the draft with "My mother said..."
You, my mother, are wronged by me. I didn’t ask you to break up. I didn’t tell you. I asked you to make your own choice after analyzing it. If you choose, you must be mentally prepared to face it and bear it. I...I am wronged!
Seeing Xiao Qiao's appearance, Yang Ruoqing was very worried, so she followed Xiao Qiao all the way to the door of Xiao Qiao's house.
Seeing this girl lying on the quilt crying, she didn't dare to speak out. As a mother, Yang Ruoqing stood at the door and watched, it was very heartbreaking!
Should I go in and comfort this child now?
Or should we pretend not to know about this and let these young people figure it out on their own?
Hey, why does this young man have so much trouble falling in love? I remember that when she was talking to Luo Fengtang, she was spreading sweets all the way without being abusive at all.
Why did you get to Zhi'er and be tortured like this? Did you get the wrong script?
Or did he accidentally play the role of an evil mother-in-law?
Yang Ruoqing gritted her teeth and finally chose to leave quietly. The person who tied the bell had to be tied to untie the bell. She had better go to Dazhi first to ask for details. Explain clearly that Dazhi is a knife that can kill Xiao Qiao. In the same way, Dazhi is also a knife that can kill Xiao Qiao. The magic pill that brought Xiao Qiao back to life!
When Yang Ruoqing found Dazhi in the front yard, Dazhi was helping Huang Guier, Yao Yue and Luo Baobao set off fireworks.
Luo Baobao and Hong Xiu stood watching. On the ground in the middle of the yard, there were rows of fiery trees and silver flowers. The colorful lights and shadows in the yard were intertwined, reflecting on the bodies of these wonderful girls. The youthful colors were the most gorgeous scenery at night. .
Yang Ruoqing stood not far away and observed Dazhi, grinding her teeth at the same time.
You brat, you gave Xiao Qiao the breakup letter. In order to avoid embarrassment and sadness, he played cards and set off fireworks with his sisters. Are you a scumbag? Or are you using this to numb yourself?
But Yang Ruoqing quickly rejected the first guess. She knew her son well. He was not a scumbag. He was too affectionate and would make the most ruthless choice after thinking a lot.
"Ah, it's so lively here!"
Yang Ruoqing smiled and joined them.
When the young girls saw her as their future mother-in-law joining them, they all became cautious. In addition to being cautious, they had to show off and please in various ways.
This made Hongxiu and Luo Baobao, who were standing aside, secretly exchange looks, and they smiled tacitly.
Dazhi also saw how Yao Ying, Yao Yue and Huang Guier were trying to express themselves. They really had their own style, using all their eighteen martial arts skills.
On the face of Da Zhi, he is as calm as an outsider watching a play, but in his heart he is thinking about another person who did not appear here.
She must have read that letter, right?
She must have cried.
Her body couldn't cry often, but there was nothing he could do.
Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain.
Yang Ruoqing stood there and watched the fireworks for a while, then found an excuse to take Dazhi to his own study in the backyard to talk.
After entering the study, Yang Ruoqing closed the door and window directly, then took out the feather duster stuck in the vase and shined it on Dazhi's back a few times.
Dazhi was startled for a moment, then smiled compensatingly, "Why did mother come up to teach my son a lesson? Is it because I didn't turn over the money I won playing cards at Ga Gong's house to mother? Haha, it's my son's negligence. Mother, don't be angry. My son is so Just take out the money..."
Yang Ruoqing went down with two more feather dusters and hit the back of his hand.
It should be a little painful. Yang Ruoqing quickly put down the feather duster and came to check. However, he put his hands behind his back and still smiled warmly: "Mom, you are celebrating the New Year. How can you give your son some face? If you have to beat or scold him, can you survive the New Year?" Third year of junior high school?"
Yang Ruoqing saw a red mark on the back of Dazhi's hand, and her eye circles immediately turned red.
While taking out the medicinal wine on her body and rubbing the back of his hand, her tone softened completely.
"Xiao Qiao has been in this study before. She looked through the draft papers you threw in the wastebasket and didn't miss any of them."
As soon as Yang Ruoqing finished speaking, she clearly felt that Dazhi, who had been trying to laugh and joke before, froze, and all the blood on his face faded away, and he stood still, as if his soul had been pulled out in an instant.
"Let me see her!"
He subconsciously turned around, but after taking less than two steps, he froze in place again.
Then he slowly turned his head, his eyes were empty, the expression on his face was unpredictable, and he murmured: "No, I can't go. I finally mustered up the courage to send that letter. I can't just be soft-hearted..."
At this moment, my heart softened, and the decision I had been making for a long time and the courage I had accumulated would collapse in an instant.
"Zhi'er, go, I definitely have to go, but I'm not in a hurry."
Yang Ruoqing came over and supported Dazhi.
"Come on, Zhi'er, be obedient. Sit down first and tell your mother what you said to her and what you think in your own heart. Mom will analyze some of what you said before, maybe. You misunderstood what mother meant!"
