Yu Xiangyang's words were like a violent hurricane, setting off huge waves on the lake where Wen Qiuning's heart was as silent as death.
A sudden heat flowed into her heart, her heart beat suddenly, and an unprecedented feeling spread from her heart.
Yu Xiangyang's angry and aggrieved look made her heart suddenly shrink a few times, with a slight pain.
The pain was sobering, and the scene of her and her mother being cast aside by the world emerged in her mind.
"You slut who can't control your own ass!"
"You are a bastard who has a mother but not a father!"
"When you grow up, you will be just like your mother!"
“···”
The strong wind and waves suddenly stopped.
Wen Qiuning's dark eyes stared at Yu Xiangyang, calm and dim.
Wen Qiuning said, "If you mean you like me, then I tell you, I don't like you, never have! When we first met, I told you, never like me!"
The expression on Yu Xiangyang's face turned to pain and sadness. He said with difficulty, "Wen Qiuning..." but didn't know what to say.
Wen Qiuning understood what he meant, but she didn't like him.
The pain and tightness in his chest made him at a loss what to do.
Wen Qiuning just said calmly: "Yu Xiangyang, go back, don't like me anymore."
She passed by, leaving Yu Xiangyang standing there stupidly.
The moon hid in the clouds, and on the quiet street, a row of streetlights cast two figures who were getting further away.
Yu Xiangyang returned home in a daze. The pain did not lessen, but became more and more painful, heart-wrenching.
Wen Qiuning's heartless and indifferent look was like a sharp knife gouging out his heart, causing him to toss and turn in pain and unable to sleep.
Human beings' joys and sorrows are not the same.
When Yu Xiangyang was in great pain, his good brother was doing the happiest thing.
Cheng Jingmo's hands pinched Yu Xiangnian's slim waist, and his thin lips lingered on her back, shoulders and neck.
Waves of numbness began to spread from the lower back, Yu Xiangnian's legs became weak, and a small sound escaped from his mouth.
Cheng Jingmo kissed her lips and took away her air. Suddenly, Yu Xiangnian didn't know where he was now.
When she was full, she wanted to push him away, but Cheng Jingmo didn't let her go tonight, again and again.
Also having trouble falling asleep was Wen Qiuning.
She was lying on the bed, feeling no less painful than Yu Xiangyang.
Only she knew how much pain she felt when she said those words.
She admitted that she had feelings for Xiangyang.
Yu Xiangyang is like a sun, dazzling and warm. For someone like her who lives in a cold hell, she longs for warmth and wants to be close to the sun, but she is even more afraid of being blown away by the dazzling light.
Besides, there were a few loyal men in the world, so why did she think she would be lucky enough to meet one.
Yu Xiangyang always showed his emotions on his face. Not to mention Cheng Jingmo, even Yu Xiangnian could see Yu Xiangyang's sadness and loss.
Thinking back to last night, he ran out in a hurry after dinner, and today he looked like he had abandoned his husband.
Needless to say, it must be a relationship that ends before it even begins!
Time heals everything, let him slow down.
Yu Xiangyang leaned lazily on the sofa. An An took a candy with the wrapper peeled off and fed it to his mouth, "Uncle, eat."
Yu Xiangyang opened his mouth and swallowed, "Give uncle another one."
Taking a few more pills should ease the bitterness in his heart.
Yu Xiangyang never went to see Wen Qiuning again.
If you don't like it, just don't like it. He's not a stalker.
But I can't control the longing in my heart.
Normally, he was fine at school, but on weekends, Yu Xiangyang felt like he was schizophrenic. His legs habitually wanted to go out, and his brain warned him not to go.
Cheng Jingmo couldn't bear to see his troubled and painful look, but Cheng Jingmo didn't know what to do.
"Otherwise, I'll ask Nian Nian how to deal with this matter?"
"No!" Yu Xiangyang refused without even thinking.
Do you still think he hasn’t lost enough face? !
In this way, after more than a month of persistence and overflowing with thoughts, Yu Xiangyang dreamed again!
Woke up in the middle of the night, hot and humid.
In the darkness, I open my eyes alone.
When did he fall in love with Wen Qiuning?
He didn't know when he fell in love with her, but by the time he found out, he had already fallen in love with her.
What do you like about her?
I like the way she smiles, her white and pink colors, her coldness, her tenacity, her bravery, even the way she coldly rejects him, I seem to like it!
But she doesn't like him!
Thinking of this, Yu Xiangyang's hot feeling suddenly cooled down.
Yu Xiangnian also knew Yu Xiangyang's troubles and wanted to help him solve them.
But when she saw that Wen Qiuning was studying and working as usual without being affected at all, she held back.
It seems that Lang's love for his concubine is unintentional. It's not sweet to force her to do anything, and it's unnecessary.
Wen Qin asked Wen Qiuning to make an appointment with Yu Xiangyang and the others to come to his home for dinner, but Wen Qiuning refused twice.
Wen Qiuning's face was calm, but her heart was sadder than anyone else's, and her heart was empty.
It's just that she has learned to suppress her emotions since she was sensible. No matter how sad she is, she will not let Wen Qin see it, let alone others.
Fortunately for her, books can fill the void in her soul.
Whenever she misses, she distracts herself by reading a book.
She worked harder than anyone else, and an article she wrote was published in the school newspaper, which aroused unanimous praise from teachers and students in the school.
The topic everyone is talking about recently is the article written by Wen Qiuning.
Wu Xiaomin put down the newspaper in her hand and sneered.
A person who is so poor that only his so-called ideas are left is worthy of pride? !
In the cafeteria that day, Wen Qiuning was looking around for a seat with a packed lunch box.
In her peripheral vision, she caught a glimpse of a figure approaching. Before she could get out of the way, her back felt hot.
Then there was a panicked voice, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was careless."
In the weather in mid-June, Wen Qiuning was wearing the white shirt Wen Qin bought for her. The soup was dripping down her back. Her entire back was wet. The vest underneath could be clearly seen, and her pants were also wet. Most of it.
Wen Qiuning put the lunch box on the man's head without hesitation, "I'm sorry, I was careless."
The tone was firm and there was no hint of apology.
There was no need for her to apologize. She had seen clearly just now that Wu Xiaomin came towards her on purpose.
Wu Xiaomin was stunned with her head of food on her head. After a moment, her voice was sharp, trying to occupy a reasonable and high position, "Classmate Wen, I accidentally bumped into you, how could you do this?"
Wen Qiuning looked at her coldly, "It's annoying for you to use the same trick over and over again, but it's not worth the food I paid for you!"
"Get out of the way!" Wen Qiuning walked past her and started filling her meal again, "Don't delay my meal."
Wu Xiaomin: "..."
She wanted Wen Qiuning to make a fool of herself by pretending to accidentally spill the soup on her, but Wen Qiuning actually dared to slap food on her head openly? !
Wen Qiuning embarrassed her again and again, and she wouldn't let her go!
