Quickly wear a female supporting role: your male protagonist has turned black again

Chapter 316

During this banquet, Nan Chuqiu had a pleasant chat with the host, Mr. Jing.

Qiao Wei couldn't hold back, and while Mr. Jing was going upstairs to fetch incense, she tugged at the corner of Lanan Chuqiu's clothes.

"I said... didn't you listen to what the servant said? This Mr. Jing has a wife."

When referring to Manzhushahua, the servant casually mentioned that "the wife used to take care of it." The "madam" in this sentence is obviously the mistress of the house.

Qiao Wei's words were to remind Nan Chuqiu to be careful, and not to overstep the bounds of affection for married men.

She instinctively hated those scenes where several women fought to the death for a man.

"Yes, but that was in the past."

Nan Chuqiu nodded generously, looked worriedly at the stairs extending up from the living room, and explained in a low voice.

"However, my dad said that he heard from the contractor that Mrs. Jing died of illness a few months ago. I heard that she died in the house where my dad worked. That's why Mr. Simply renovate and maintain the house, and move to a villa.”

Qiao Wei noticed the strangeness sensitively, "You mean, a few months ago, he and his wife lived in a good villa and went to live in an old house in the old town?"

She had read the indictment in the dispute over the liability of victims of Papa An's labor service provider. The first defendant's forgotten address was in the famous old town in the city. In the words of the locals, that place was called a "village in the city".

How old and old the house is, how poor the lighting is, how inconvenient it is to get in and out, and how chilling the public security is, these are not mentioned.

But the problem is, Jing Wang obviously has such a big villa in the suburbs, how can he stay in the old house without leaving the villa?
"That's right, at that time his wife had a strange illness and lived in the city close to the hospital, so it was convenient to take care of her, so the family moved to the old house." Nan Chuqiu shook his head with emotion. "I heard that Mr. Jing and Mrs. Jing had nothing when they first got married, so they lived there. Later\/the economy gradually improved, and they bought that house."

This seems to make sense.

Qiao Wei bit her lip and nodded.

"Mrs. Jing is a very nostalgic woman, and she refused to leave the old house until she died. As for Mr. Jing, he is also a very affectionate man. He probably didn't want to hurt his feelings. A few months after Mrs. Jing's death, I moved back to the villa to live alone."

Nan Chuqiu wiped away tears frequently, but Qiao Wei didn't listen so attentively.

"is it?"

These stories are derived from Mr. Jing's unilateral remarks.

How much fidelity in the story can be maintained in a narrative that is too one-sided and impossible to verify?
Everyone wants to be perfect in the mind of the listener. Consciously or unintentionally, more or less cover up their faults, and exaggerate certain aspects.

However, is the truth of the matter really so poignant?
There was a pattering sound outside the window, and several people looked sideways, and the slightly opened window was splashed with thin raindrops.

In the hazy night mist, the swaying crimson manjusawa could not withstand the heavy rain, and bent its delicate \/tender waist\/limbs.

Mr. Jing hurried down from the upstairs with a scorched face, put the box in his hand on the table, said "sorry", picked up the umbrella, plastic and poles placed in the corner, and rushed into the rain.

His movements were very fast, almost in the blink of an eye, a temporary plastic greenhouse was erected in the front yard, enclosing the delicate Manzhushahua within a safe range.

Nan Chuqiu chased to the door and shouted loudly: "Mr. Jing, come in first, your trouser legs are wet!"

The rain was getting heavier, and the crackling sound covered her shouting. Mr. Jing didn't seem to hear it, and didn't give any response. He squatted down and nervously inspected the carefully maintained flower branches.

The curly and slender petals are stretched wantonly in their respective shapes, curled up into flamboyant and weird balls.

These blushing clusters crowded the entire front yard bustlingly, dancing with the onslaught of wind and rain.

On this rainy late night, Qiao Wei stood in front of the villa in a remote suburb, all eyes were red, and she was so frightened that she couldn't control herself.

"Manjusawa, also known as the other shore flower."

Zhuang Shu didn't know when she came behind Qiao Wei, put one hand on the door frame in front of Qiao Wei, and took her into his arms.

His warm breath lingered in her ears, ambiguous and frivolous.

"It also has a name called 'Flowers on the Yellow Spring Road'."

Qiao Wei was not surprised at all.

On the other hand, Nan Chuqiu exaggeratedly covered her mouth, "Oh my God, so this is the Bana flower in the novel? When the flowers bloom, you can't see the leaves, and when there are leaves, you can't see the flowers. The flowers and leaves don't meet each other. It's so romantic. oh!"

Girls who are new to society, have not accepted the baptism of social unspoken rules, and still retain the state of school in their minds.

Believe in the unswerving love in the novel, look forward to the perfect prince charming, and dream of living a princess-like happy life like Cinderella.

But they forget that novels are novels precisely because they are not realistic enough.

People who have been shattered beyond recognition by reality need this kind of "unrealistic" fantasy as spiritual food.

Qiao Wei ruthlessly interrupted the girl's innocent fantasy, "It also has a name called 'Licoris'. After hearing this name, do you still feel romantic?"

"..." The corners of Nan Chuqiu's mouth twitched. "What a silly name!"

"So." Qiao Wei spread her hands.

Please call her "Girl Fantasy Terminator".

"It also has a name called 'Inducing Soul Flower'." As if deliberately against her, Zhuang Shu insisted on following her words.

"Ah, Mr. Jing must be missing his deceased wife too much." Nan Chuqiu was immediately moved to tears again. "The separation between life and death is really touching! Mr. Jing is really a good man who values ​​love and righteousness."

Girls are like this, no matter who gives her a crumpled candy wrapper, she can imagine how gorgeous the candy wrapper used to be, and how sweet the fruit balls were wrapped in, but she can't see that there are so many holes under her eyelids. candy wrappers.

Qiao Wei joked with a smile: "You seem to have a high opinion of Mr. Jing."

Nan Chuqiu's face became hot, and she turned her face away in embarrassment, "No way! Qiao Wei, you just like to make fun of me."

"Only by chasing the wind can you catch the shadow. This shows that my jokes are successful based on a certain foundation."

"Qiao Wei! You are so annoying!"

While speaking, Jing Wang finally completed his great cause of protecting flowers.

Looking at the undamaged Manzhushahua, he breathed a sigh of relief, and trotted down the corridor under the umbrella, with raindrops on his face, his glasses had long been blurred by the rain and fog, and his trousers were sticking wet on his legs , Twist a hand of water.

Nan Chuqiu looked at Mr. Jing in distress, feeling extremely distressed.

(End of this chapter)