Tender as wild

Chapter 8 He will take you away
  Not quite enough...

But it can show her feelings.

She carefully folded the money into a bundle that was easy to hold, looked at the figure who was almost walking out of the dark alley, quickly chased after him, and once again grabbed the corner of his clothes.

The moonlight is dim tonight.

Fang Ye lowered his head and looked at the hand holding his clothes.

I can’t help but think about it, how many times has this happened today?
  Bai Li's eyes were still shining in the dark. She spread out the money in her hand like a treasure and showed it to Fang Ye: "Can I give you one thousand first? I will give you the rest slowly."

She didn't want to dwell on the money issue.

But only this way of getting along without owing each other could make her feel completely at ease.

In the sultry summer, the wind blows, carrying the fragrance of night flowers.

"White pear."

"what?"

Bai Li watched helplessly as the young man's slender fingers picked up the bundle of money and shook it in his hand.

Before she could be happy, the boy reached out and took her bag away too.

She blinked, what did this mean?
  He quickly explained: "I really don't have anything left in my bag."

Fang Ye was holding her bag. Hearing these words, he was stunned for a moment and actually laughed angrily.

"Ah."

Baili didn't know what he was laughing at.

She just felt a little confused. If she didn't know Fang Ye, the scene at this moment... would really be the same as a robbery.

Fang Ye... does have that kind of violence.

Just thinking about it.

Fang Ye had already opened the buckle on her bag and put the more than one thousand yuan in intact.

"Keep the money for yourself."

Baili understood his intention and subconsciously wanted to stop him. She even imitated the sophistication of the elders in a crude way.

"This is what I am willing to give myself. It is my heart. Even if you don't want it, it will still be given to Grandma Yun. Don't make decisions for her."

This is the way her mother taught her to please her stepsister.

The last thing she wanted to learn.

Now in desperation, she spoke out without hesitation.

In the quiet alley, Fang Ye frowned.

One hand raised to hang the bag back on her shoulder, and the other hand put it to her lips and shushed.

Then he leaned over and looked at Bai Li at eye level.

A scrutinizing look mixed with a slightly lower voice sounded in her ears, and the tone was not happy.

"Bai Li, don't learn the words you don't want to say. No one will let you do such awkward things."

"..."

"Also, who told you that I would charge you money?"

"..."

"I helped you wash your pants when you were a child. How does this differentiate me from my closeness?"

"..."

"Since you call me brother, shouldn't you feel at ease living in my house?"

"..."

"How did he grow up? He is such a good kid, but his personality is getting more and more awkward."

"..."

Bai Li was stunned in place.

These words sounded like disgust.

But she sensed an imperceptible regret and pity.

Every word seemed to be rubbing the wounds in her heart. She felt no pain, only the trickling warmth flowing.

Especially the sentence: You should feel more at ease living in my house.

Baili swore that this was the first time she heard such words.

From a young age, the only thought instilled in her by people around her was: This is someone else's house, and you should be sensible, obedient and humble.

It was as if her inherent thoughts had been impacted, and she was not used to it, and her nasal cavity began to become acidic again.

"Tsk." It seemed like he couldn't bear it anymore.

Fang Ye stretched out his hand, rubbed her hair, turned around and said softly:
  "Okay, go home and don't ask me about money again. You don't have to go out to work and just enjoy your vacation. If you don't have enough money, ask me for it."

His body temperature was still on her hair, but Bai Li didn't know how to respond and could only follow him step by step.

After returning home, Bai Li was urged back to the room by Fang Ye.

After taking a hot bath, she lay down on the bed holding a pillow.

This bed is exceptionally soft, and the quilt has a faint fragrance of gardenia laundry detergent.

Baili didn't sleep well.

Somehow, she could always remember what Fang Ye said.

Those incredible words that could easily break her mind.

Turning over and biting his lip.

She thought she might be sick.

She would never feel too much about being humiliated and bullied, so she could just smile and get over it.

Being cared about now, she felt aggrieved from the bottom of her heart and even cried several times.

The moonlight tonight was too hazy, covered by dark clouds, and rain fell from the sky without warning, and it continued to patter.

The humidity spread to the balcony, and Bai Li fell into a drowsy sleep.

……

Seven o'clock the next day.

After the rain, the sky clears up.

Bai Li wakes up from her dream according to her biological clock.

The curtains were not drawn last night, and the weak sunlight spilled from the window sill onto the wooden floor. She rubbed her eyes and opened them, and there were several crisp birdsong outside the house.

In such a peaceful morning, she eagerly slept for ten more minutes, and her tired body suddenly felt relaxed.

Twenty minutes later.

After washing, she picked up her small bag and tiptoed out of the room, went downstairs, opened the door, and walked toward the street.

The street market in the early morning is also very lively.

Various breakfast stalls were laid out along the way. When the lid of the pot was lifted, the steaming water vapor slowly rose.

She came out to buy breakfast.

Although she had given up the idea of ​​paying for accommodation, she still wanted to do something.

In terms of conscience, if Fang Ye is good to her, she must also be good to Fang Ye.

I bought two cages of large meat buns and eggs, and two cups of hot fresh milk.

Her eyes were suddenly attracted by the stall selling flowers and plants.

Squatting in front of pots of fresh flowers, she thought of the empty balcony and courtyard of Fang Ye's family.

The boss held a cigarette in his mouth and introduced to her in a loud voice: "Girl, let's see which pot you want to buy. You can choose two pots for twenty yuan. If you keep it carefully and still can't keep it alive, take it back and hit me on the head with it and curse me." Three times Lao Deng will pay me!"

What a pyrotechnic scene.

Bai Li bent her eyes, unable to bear to refuse, and started choosing with bright eyes.

With her fingertips, she clicked on a pot of jasmine with buds, and then on a pot of chrysanthemum that could reproduce itself, "I want these two pots."

Without saying a word, the uncle stepped on the cigarette butt under his feet, neatly bagged the flowers, and kicked a broken rose next to him.

"Twenty! If you are willing to plant this pot, take it with you. I can't sell it, so don't regret this beautiful flower."

Baili's eyes moved downwards. The branches of the rose were indeed incomplete, and the soil at the roots had dried and cracked. Even though it was living such a difficult life, it still stretched its green leaves as much as possible.

She raised her eyes, nodded without hesitation, and held the rose in her hands without feeling dirty.

"Yes, thank you sir."

The uncle is a funny man, and he raised his eyebrows: "Don't just thank me, give me money!"

When Baili heard this, she hurried to get her bag.

My hand just grabbed the buckle.

A gust of cool wind blew by my ears, and a long and fair hand appeared in front of me, with twenty yuan in it.

Her heart seemed to skip a beat.

Looking up, he could see the boy's sleepy eyes, and his pleasant voice was just a few feet away.

"Uncle, keep the money."

(End of this chapter)