Lingzi is not too cold today

Chapter 98 The Agreement between Zhong Lingzi and Gongsun Jin
"The outline of you in silhouette is so beautiful, I dare not look at it until I hold back my tears."

Every time Gongsun Jin writes down this line of lyrics with a pen, a person's profile will appear in Gongsun Jin's mind.

Sometimes it was Zhuang Xiaomeng, and sometimes it was Zhong Lingzi.

This is one of his favorite songs, and the one he most wanted to write.

However, the lyrics of this song are still incomplete.

The depths of his memory seemed to have been blotted out, and the missing part could never be remembered.

"What are you doing?"

He picked up his phone and sent a message to Zhong Lingzi.

"I want to rest in the afternoon and lie in bed and sleep."

Zhong Lingzi has been very tired lately, and it's hard to find an afternoon to rest on purpose.

"What's up?"

"I want to ask if you have time, and ask you out for a walk."

Zhong Lingzi looked at the message he sent, and hurriedly replied: "It wasn't originally there, but as soon as you sent me a message, it was there."

After posting, she felt that this was too ambiguous and inappropriate.

But he still lifted the quilt, put on his clothes and shoes and went out.

The two eventually met on the basketball court between the second building and the seventh building.

"Let's go!"

Zhong Lingzi trotted over and beckoned.

"Where do you want to go shopping?"

"I've been to Obscure Moon Mountain before, the maple leaves on that road are beautiful, I want to go see it again."

"Yes, we have an appointment, and we will go to see Maple Leaf when we have time."

Zhong Lingzi suddenly remembered that the two had made this agreement before.

When she unlocked the shared bicycle, she didn't move, but kept looking at Gongsun Jin.

"What? You can ride a bicycle by yourself now."

"Can't you give me a ride?"

Zhong Lingzi pouted slightly, and asked back.

"It's tiring to carry a little pig on the mountain road."

Gongsun Jin said seriously.

"You're the pig! Heck! Heck!"

Zhong Lingzi reached out and smacked his arm lightly, imitating two pig calls, and then unlocked a shared bicycle by herself.

The two rode bicycles towards the outside of the school.

The same road, the same scenery, and the same people around, but with a different mood.

Zhong Lingzi walks through the campus, she looks a bit like the chic and heroic girl in Japanese manga, she is a very cool girl.

When passing by a western restaurant in the commercial street along the way, Zhong Lingzi caught a glimpse and saw Zhuo Yufan at the window of the adjacent street.

She was wearing an off-white windbreaker, the same one that Zhuang Xiaomeng wore before.

The decoration of the western restaurant is very bourgeois, red roses are placed on the white tablecloth, the waiter in suits and leather shoes is playing the violin, and Schubert's wild roses can be heard from a long distance away.

Zhuo Yufan cut the steak with a knife and fork, while the waiter held the red wine bottle and poured wine into her goblet.

"That's Zhuo Yufan from the class next door, she is really rich."

Gongsun Jin followed her gaze and took a look.

"He is a manual laborer, working hard to get rich, we can't compare."

Zhong Lingzi smiled slightly, remembering the way Zhuo Yufan came out of the Roman Holiday Hotel a week ago.

"Ha ha!"

Gongsun Jin suddenly laughed and understood the deep meaning of her words.

"Lingzi, do you look down on girls like her?"

"It's really disrespectful."

Zhong Lingzi nodded slightly.

"Everyone's philosophy of life, definition of morality, and value orientation are all different."

"Morality is used to restrain oneself, and using one's own morality to restrain others is, in a sense, also a kind of violence."

Gongsun Jin thought for a moment, then said softly.

"Then, what do you think of the lady industry?"

Zhong Lingzi asked.

"Where there is demand, there will be supply, which is determined by the market."

"This profession has existed for thousands of years, and it has existed from ancient times to the present, which shows the rationality of its existence."

Gongsun Jin replied very calmly.

"It's always been there, right?"

"If left alone, the atmosphere will get worse and worse, and there will be more and more shameless women."

"You say such a person, how can he be a good wife and a good mother in the future?"

Zhong Lingzi retorted.

"These are all voluntary, and no one is forcing them."

"Smoking is not harmful, isn't it the same as someone smoking?"

Gongsun Jin glanced at Zhong Lingzi.

"When someone buys, someone sells. Business is about supply and demand."

Zhong Lingzi twitched her lips, and continued: "Look at what you said, it seems that the young lady is in charge of making a living."

"Has the country allowed them to apply for a business license?"

"Then tell me, why would anyone want to be a lady?"

Gongsun Jin asked back.

"Because only a small part of them are forced by life, and the vast majority of them are because of laziness and laziness."

Zhong Lingzi said without thinking.

"I don't understand why some people are so cheap! It's wrong to be a good college student and run to be a lady."

"Why are highly educated people so cheap?"

"Can't you find a decent job?"

The more Zhong Lingzi talked, the more angry he felt.

"Many things are not as simple as you think."

Gongsun Jin shook his head lightly.

"They can easily earn the wages of ordinary people who are busy for a whole month in a few days, and their concept of money has long been blurred."

"When a lady is used to the extravagant life in the night market, she is used to spending money like water."

"Go and tell her, I'll introduce you to a serious job, 3000 yuan a month, don't be a lady."

"She'll just think you're an idiot."

"The distorted concept of consumption is constantly poisoning women's view of money."

"It can make a person lose his moral bottom line unconsciously."

"I'm used to rich clothes and fine food, and you let them go back to the days of eating chaff and swallowing vegetables, are they willing?"

"That's why there are so many young ladies who are good, but still return to their old jobs."

"It is true that if the industry is left alone, the social atmosphere will be damaged in the long run."

"But the profession also has its rationale."

"Whether you despise it or loathe it, it's there."

"So the state is cracking down on this industry, but it has been unable to ban it."

Gongsun Jin respects other people's philosophy of life, and doesn't dislike the profession of young ladies like Zhong Lingzi does.

He was even a little curious, wanting to communicate with such people and learn about their lives and circumstances.

This may be because, in many famous novels he has come into contact with, there is a lot of ink on the young lady.

For example, "La Traviata", such as "Suet Ball", and "Camel Xiangzi".

Miss is a combination of sex and money, the sum of countless sections of human nature.

Those gaudy plots are often a true reflection of human desires and dark sides.

Great writers generally prefer to describe young ladies, firstly because they all like to go to brothels, and secondly because these people represent the people at the bottom of society.

From them, we can see the living conditions of the bottom people, as well as their inner desires.

Such people are real and profound, so Gongsun Jin does not discriminate against them.

The foothills of Mioquan Mountain are bleak and cold, only the sound of bicycle chains and bells, occasionally mixed with the laughter of teenagers and girls.

The two of them didn't talk about Miss anymore, this topic was too literary.

Gongsun Jin is not a great writer who likes to go to brothels, but just an online writer.

If Zhuang Xiaomeng was here, he would probably be happy to hear Gongsun Jin tell the stories of "Suet Ball" and "La Traviata".

But Lingzi doesn't like to talk about literature, she just wants to look at the maple leaves in autumn.

There are tall maple trees on both sides of the road, and the maple leaves are scattered in the wind, like letters floating from afar.

The yellow leaves all over the sky are flying away in the wind.

"It's beautiful."

Zhong Lingzi parked his bicycle on the side of the road and stretched himself.

The falling flaming red maple leaves covered the road when the two of them came, like a red carpet.

A red leaf fell on the tip of her hair, covering one of her eyes, giving it a psychedelic and gorgeous beauty.

"Well, it's beautiful."

Gongsun Jin looked at her, his eyes became quiet and gentle.

"When we have time next year, let's come here again to see the maple leaves, shall we?"

"Okay, if next year today, I don't die."

Zhong Lingzi held her chin and smiled slightly.

She actually thought about committing suicide more than once.

Maybe one day, suddenly I can't think about it, and I will climb to the roof again.

So she is not sure whether she will still be in this world next year.

"Don't be silly, everything will be fine."

Gongsun Jin comforted him.

"Hehe, let me borrow your good words."

Zhong Lingzi smiled.

Looking at her smiling face, the erased memory in Gongsun Jin's mind began to slowly emerge.

In a trance, a piece of forgotten lyrics, accompanied by a familiar tune, flooded into his mind.

"Forget about the world, it seems that I can't remember myself, and I still haven't forgotten to see the yellow leaves flying far away in the sky."

"Even if I will be separated from you, if you make up your mind to forget the miserable scene, I won't remember it."

"I'm afraid Tiandi tomorrow won't recognize me, but I still haven't forgotten to make an agreement with you if I don't die."

……

Obscure Spring Temple, there is a wooden bridge in front of this temple on the mountainside.

The red leaves on the bridge are very beautiful, but there are also some indescribable vicissitudes.

Gongsun Jin walked behind Zhong Lingzi and accompanied her into the temple.

The old monk who sells wish cards is lying on a bamboo chair and dozing off, with Alipay QR codes on the table.

Zhong Lingzi had a sudden whim and ran over to buy a bamboo token.

"Don't you believe in gods and Buddhas?"

Gongsun Jin smiled lightly.

"If you haven't reached suffering, you don't believe in gods and Buddhas."

As Zhong Lingzi spoke, he wrote something on the bamboo sign with a brush.

From his point of view, it can be seen that the words "sister grew up safely".

After making her wish, she held the bamboo card, bowed her head and closed her eyes under the two Suolan trees.

This staunch materialist began to believe in Buddhism and make a wish for the first time.

Buddha, please bless Shu'er to grow up safely and live a safe life.

Buddha, I have nowhere to go, and I really don't know who to turn to.

She opened her eyes, and threw the bamboo sign high on the treetop, and a red ribbon hung down.

"Master, will Buddha bless my family?"

"Almsgiver, the Buddha is by your side."

"When the mountain is poor and the water is exhausted, there are still willows and flowers."

As the old monk said, he saluted with one hand, and recited Amitabha again.

"hope so."

Zhong Lingzi smiled slightly, and looked at Gongsun Jin.

When I returned by bicycle, it happened to be sunset.

The two walked in the gilt ground, which was so beautiful.

"I walked with you today, and I feel much better."

"I'm going to sing, see you later!"

When they arrived at the school, Zhong Lingzi waved goodbye to Gongsun Jin, put on the guitar and walked towards the bar.

"Shu'er will grow up safely."

Gongsun Jin looked at her back, convinced.

He returned to the dormitory, picked up the pen, and completed the last piece of the puzzle for the song he was going to leave to Lingzi.

At the midnight bar, Wang Di still came every day, even though Zhong Lingzi ignored him.

"Vomiting a lot?"

"How could it be? That medicine, it's okay for me to take it back."

Zhong Lingzi was a little apprehensive. Xue Yang and other patients said that the generic drug of Gleevec was fine.

"The doctor said it was a side effect. The generic drug has the effect, but the adverse reaction is more serious than the genuine drug."

"Shu'er felt a little nauseous when she took the medicine before, but this time when she took the medicine back, she obviously felt nauseous and vomited."

"I threw up everything I ate at noon."

"I took her to the hospital for an examination now, and I don't know what the doctor said."

Hearing grandma's nervous words on the phone, Zhong Lingzi was also a little at a loss.

"Don't worry, there's nothing wrong with me. I'll get the follow-up medical expenses."

"Listen to the doctor's orders."

"If you don't have enough money, tell me again."

As Zhong Lingzi spoke, her lips turned pale.

After hanging up the phone, she remitted all the money she had earned these days, and leaned against the bathroom door, feeling very tired.

After turning on the tap and washing her face, she calmed down and went out of the bathroom to find the boss to pay the bill.

"Lingzi, you can add a contact number with Mr. Wang. He can help you if you have any difficulties."

The boss heard the content of her phone clearly from outside the door, and kept hinting with words.

Zhong Lingzi stood there thinking for a long time, and finally went out with the guitar on his back.

At the intersection of the business street, there was a feast of lights.

Zhong Lingzi stood in the wind with her guitar on her back, and the neon lights flashed across her cheeks, casting a colorful light and shadow.

Zhuo Yufan walked out of the hotel, combing his hair, still wearing a cap and mask.

The two met by chance at the intersection, Zhuo Yufan just glanced at her calmly, then quickly looked away.

"Zhuo Yufan!"

Zhong Lingzi looked at her back and called out to stop her.

"Is something wrong?"

Zhuo Yufan looked back at her.

"I want to chat with you."

Zhong Lingzi spoke very seriously.

Zhuo Yufan felt that it was a bit strange that the two had no intersection on weekdays.

"What do you want to talk about?"

Zhuo Yufan asked.

"I want to ask you why you did that."

As Zhong Lingzi said, he lowered his head and sighed softly.

"Don't get me wrong, I didn't mean to look down on you, I was just curious."

Zhuo Yufan's eyes dodged a little.

She was silent for a moment, but still said, "Because the money came quickly."

"It feels good to be rich."

"With money, I can buy a lot of things I want."

"Every time I spend money to buy something I like, I feel very happy."

After telling the bottom of his heart, Zhuo Yufan also felt much more relaxed.

"But, don't you feel that you have lost a lot too?"

Zhong Lingzi said seriously.

"Where is there anything free in the world?"

"Everything has a price."

Zhuo Yufan sneered.

"I couldn't get over that hurdle at first, but I gradually got used to it."

All the gifts given by fate have already been secretly priced.

"But... don't you... don't you think it's degrading?"

Zhong Lingzi also felt a little dazed.

Dignity seems to be as light as a feather to the lower class.

"Yeah, it's very disrespectful."

"But without money, there is no dignity."

Zhuo Yufan spoke very seriously.

"All the people in the world who can't let go of their self-esteem, in order to make money, finally let go of their figure."

"You insist on your self-esteem, but have you made any money?"

"If you want to make money, you have to kneel. If you want to stand up, you can't make money. If you want to make money standing up, how can it be so cheap?"

"What did you eat today? Ramen for a dozen dollars? Fried rice for a few dollars."

"How much are the clothes you are wearing? Clothes bought on Taobao for tens of dollars."

"It's winter now, and you don't even have a down jacket."

Zhuo Yufan looked at her clothes, but he didn't mean to be sarcastic, but just stated the objective facts.

"But I'm different."

"I have money, I can eat steaks for hundreds of dollars a meal, and drink red wine for thousands of dollars."

"You can stay in a high-end hotel, and you can buy cosmetics that you usually don't want to use."

"I think this is very good. I want to pursue these high-quality lives."

"I don't want to live a life of frugality. I don't want to work hard and live for a month, but I still have to button up the clothes. I have to hesitate when I look at a favorite dress in the window."

"I have no money, no background, no connections, and I have no advantages other than being pretty."

"If I don't take advantage of this advantage, what use is there for me?"

Zhuo Yufan kept talking, not knowing whether he wanted to convince Zhong Lingzi or herself.

After speaking, both of them were silent for a long time.

"Tell me, Zhong Lingzi."

"How are you doing?"

After a long time, Zhuo Yufan asked.

Zhong Lingzi remained silent and did not speak.

Seeing that Zhong Lingzi was silent, Zhuo Yufan seemed to be comforted.

"This world has never been fair."

"Some people are born with rich clothes and fine food, BMW and fragrant cars. Some people even use all their strength to breathe!"

"My money is not clean, but those rich people, is the money in their hands clean?"

"A lot of rich people can make money not because of their outstanding ability, but because they have a lower moral bottom line than ordinary people."

"You work so hard to make money and make clean money, but are you doing well?"

Zhong Lingzi still didn't speak.

How are you doing?
These words repeatedly asked her heart.

She didn't have breakfast today, and had ramen at a stall for lunch.

In the winter season, she still wears thin single clothes and jeans.

No woolen sweaters, no padded jackets, no cotton trousers, and no boots.

"Look, if you can't speak, silence is the best answer."

Zhuo Yufan smiled lightly, as if he was satisfied with Zhong Lingzi's reaction.

Zhong Lingzi came back to his senses, looked sideways at her, and said two words in a very calm tone.

Two words that made her exasperated.

She said, "Damn it!"

"I don't want to argue with you, everyone's life is different."

"If you've lived with money, you know it's great to be rich."

"When you are at the end of your life, you will know that the dignity you insist on is actually a fart!"

Zhuo Yufan laughed back angrily, shook his head, turned and left.

Zhong Lingzi stood where she was, watching her tuck her neck into the collar of her luxury coat and leave.

It wasn't until she disappeared from his field of vision that he came back to his senses.

"Boss, can you lend me some money? I will pay you back."

She sent a message to the bar owner again, ready to borrow money.

She had spoken very utterly before, and she was a little embarrassed when she opened her mouth.

"Mr. Wang opened a room on Roman Holiday, Room 209."

"I told him about your situation. You are a good girl. He can give you [-] a month."

When Zhong Lingzi saw these two messages, he couldn't restrain his anger, and immediately replied: "Let that smelly fat pig die."

"Look at his pig-like appearance, and see how awesome he is without pissing. Eat shit!"

After scolding, Zhong Lingzi immediately blocked the contact information.

Indeed, as the bar owner said, he was rich.

But she really, just couldn't take that step.

Zhong Lingzi raised his head, stood at the door of the hotel, looking up.

There are thousands of thoughts lingering in my mind.

Gongsun Jin said that many people's moral bottom line is on the verge of collapse at any time.

When you meet a devil, you will be lost, and when you meet an angel, you will be bright.

He was right.

The devil is there, the angel has not come yet.

The younger sister is waiting for her money to go to the hospital for medical treatment.

She promised her that she would take care of her for the rest of her life.

But she is really tired.

"How are you doing?"

Zhuo Yufan's words kept pricking her nerves.

Of course she wasn't having a good time.

She didn't want to eat two steamed buns with green vegetables every meal.

She didn't want to still be shivering in thin jeans in winter, without even a pair of long johns to keep her warm.

She doesn't want to sing in bars and be watched by those greasy men with lustful eyes every day.

Obviously I have worked very hard to make money, and obviously I have made a lot of money, but I still live so hard.

Zhong Lingzi was very unwilling, Zhuo Yufan's words "How are you doing", actually easily broke her will.

She walked aimlessly on the street and felt very tired, so she sat down on a bench by the side of the road.

Whenever she wanted to go back and look in the direction of the Roman Holiday Hotel, voices like "Xiao San's daughter" and "son of a bitch" soon came to her ears.

She clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging deep into her palm.

Making her the most hated and despised person is a crueler torture than Ling Chi.

What should I do?
Who will tell me?
Looking at the city under the night, Zhong Lingzi roared inwardly.

Under the calm appearance, there are raging waves.

Are you looking for Gongsun Jin?
She wanted to ask Gongsun Jin many times for help.

But this disease is simply a bottomless pit.

Let's not talk about whether he is willing to spend his family's wealth to save Shu'er.

Even if he is willing, do you have the heart to drag him down like this?
Moreover, human nature cannot withstand temptation.

Even her biological parents don't care about her, let alone an outsider who has no blood relationship?
Gongsun Jin is very good, and she cherishes her friendship with him.

But she is also afraid, afraid that this relationship will involve money and interests, and then it will come to an end.

After a long time, Zhong Lingzi took a few deep breaths, his chest trembled violently, and his whole body was trembling with fear and anxiety.

"Lingzi!"

A familiar cold voice came from the ear.

She suddenly widened her eyes, raised her head, and looked sideways.

Gongsun Jin stood under the street lamp, his handsome face swaying in the warm light, glowing lemon yellow.

The outline of the silhouette was very beautiful, and unknowingly, tears formed at the corners of her eyes.

"I bought a pizza, do you want some?"

Gongsun Jin showed her the pizza in his hand and smiled brightly.

Zhong Lingzi looked at him, his nose sore, and his eyes suddenly became hazy.

In fact, this pizza was not originally bought for her.

It was Zhuang Xiaomeng who wanted to eat.

But the moment he saw her, Gongsun Jin suddenly wanted to give her the pizza.

So buy it for Zhuang Xiaomeng next time.

Gongsun Jin sat down beside her.

At this time, Zhong Lingzi suddenly became sober like never before, as if she had survived a catastrophe, but still had lingering fears.

She sat down beside Gongsun Jin, like a child who was lost and at a loss.

"Eat it!"

Gongsun Jin opened the pizza box and put it in front of her.

Zhong Lingzi wiped the corners of her eyes, picked up a piece of pizza, and ate it.

She hasn't had dinner yet and is starving now.

The pizza and cheese are baked so soft and fragrant, so delicious.

"Don't be so anxious, beware of choking."

She ate with her mouth stuffed like a hamster.

Gongsun Jin couldn't help smiling, and handed over a cup of fruit tea.

"Gongsun Jin, why..."

"Why always you?"

Zhong Lingzi took a sip of the fruit tea and swallowed in a low voice.

Every time she was on the verge of a cliff, Gongsun Jin would always show up on time.

"Didn't you say that before?"

Gongsun Jin smiled slightly.

"You said, I am your angel."

"Well, angel."

Zhong Lingzi nodded emphatically, smiling through tears.

"Lingzi, I wrote a song for you, do you want to be a singer?"

People were coming and going on the street, and Gongsun Jin's voice sounded at the corner of the street.

"Singer? Can I?"

Zhong Lingzi was not confident.

She felt that her upper limit was at best a better resident singer.

"Of course you can. When I heard your singing for the first time, I thought you were suitable for this path."

Gongsun Jin said with certainty.

"So, can you make money?"

Zhong Lingzi asked.

"Of course I can, otherwise how could I treat you to pizza?"

Gongsun Jin smiled slightly.

"Then, do you make money while kneeling or standing up? I want to make money standing up."

Zhong Lingzi laughed.

"Singing is done standing up, I have never seen anyone singing while kneeling."

"Gongsun Jin, I have another question."

"Why are there so many questions today? Ask."

"In the end, will we become the person we hate the most?"

Zhong Lingzi looked into his eyes, this question was very important to her.

Gongsun Jin also looked into her eyes, remembering that he was unwilling to be a teacher in his previous life, but finally became a teacher.

He shook his head firmly and said a word to her.

"No, we will become what we least expected."

(End of this chapter)