Spread joy in the arms of the cold male god

Chapter 43

Duan Yicheng yelled like he was angry and angry, "Shut up! You won't understand, you will never understand, you don't understand anything!"

Suddenly, someone pryed into the deepest secret in his heart, which made him panic, and also made him put up his spines all over his body like a hedgehog, entering a defensive state, unwilling to let anyone approach, but in fact, such a behavior It's just to protect my poor self-esteem.

The next moment, it was as if the fish was dead and the net was broken. There was a deadly excitement in his heart that seemed to have done something bad and was caught on the spot, occupying his entire brain. He suddenly smiled coldly, which was ironic, but more like Laugh at yourself, "Have you forgotten who is the culprit who caused you to be wronged as a mistress? Have you forgotten who stood by and watched your show when you were bullied wantonly? Have you forgotten You fell into the lake, and who stood indifferently on the shore watching you dying in the water? It seems that you have forgotten, but it doesn't matter, I can help you recall, listen carefully, the person who is the culprit It's me, I'm the one watching you, and I'm the one watching your dying struggle...it's all me! So, why do you empathize with me?"

After finishing speaking, he laughed crazily, his entire handsome face distorted, and counted the crimes he committed in the past one by one. Living in the dark, he is not worthy to see the light, even if the light shines through the cracks, he will snuff it out.

His madness was in stark contrast to Song Xiaolin's calmness.

Surprisingly, she was surprisingly calm, her voice was like snow in December, falling gently on the ground: "Duan Yicheng, that's not empathy, because I'm the same as you, we're all victims of gossip."

Now, she came out, but he was still deep in it.

Duan Yicheng seemed to find it funny, "So, you want to save me? Are you the savior?"

"I'm not a savior, and I can't do such a great thing as saving." She shook her head, but there was a starlight in her eyes, "I just can understand your feelings, although your heart may be cold, you I never care about what other people say, but dare you say that when you heard those words that slandered you, your heart didn’t feel the slightest pain, and you didn’t experience the slightest bit of anger or sadness? Do you dare to admit it? You dare not , right? Because I have also experienced it, it is very painful, so I don't want you to fall into it again, I hope you can come out and say that it is not painful, it is actually a lie, as long as you are still a person, It will definitely hurt, you can deceive everyone, but you can't deceive yourself. Duan Yicheng, you are not wrong, you are a victim, you don't need to feel embarrassed, let alone bear too much guilt, so there is no need to deceive yourself Like a perpetrator, the happiness you get from violence is just a kind of short-term anesthesia, which is not real happiness."

Song Xiaopurn's words were firm and unquestionable, reminding him in a trance of that day, when she returned her innocence without hesitation, her trembling lips and weak whiteness were like a mist flower blooming on the edge of a cliff. It was so light and beautiful that he couldn't help but want to destroy it.

He is so bad and dark.

He had obviously hurt her, but after seeing the fragility in his heart, she chose to lead him out of the dark abyss without any blame.

Her uprightness made him look like a shameful clown.

He seemed... just a joke, and he didn't even have the courage to restore his innocence.

It was the second time. The girl in front of him repeatedly peeled off his scar. Although he was in pain, after a while, he felt a little relieved.

Duan Yicheng lowered his eyes and said nothing. He raised his foot and was about to leave, but Song Xiaolin grabbed his arm. It was rare for her to shout arrogantly: "Hey, please give me back my bracelet."

"What?" Her bracelet?That string of glazed bracelets?

He was obviously in disbelief, "This is mine."

She raised her proud chin: "But, your mother has already given it to me."

"..." Want to use his mother to suppress him?It's a pity he never took this set.

He lowered his eyebrows, Yu Jian was still a bit tired, but the words he said were like a sharp knife, "This string of glazed bracelets is old, it's only a few dollars on the market, and it's just a worthless thing. I'm afraid that Miss Lu's eyes will be dirty."

After saying that, he left without looking back.

That back, falling into Song Xiaolin's pupils, was a bit lonely and a bit stubborn, like a hard city wall, always invincible in front of the enemy, even though it would be invincible for a while , but in the long run, it will definitely break down.

In fact, she never forgave Duan Yicheng.

She has never forgotten all the harm he caused, and even remembers it clearly.

She thought that she still hated him in her heart, but maybe she didn't hate him anymore.

It was a very complicated feeling.

It may be that she has been exposed to the rain herself and understands the bitterness of being exposed to the rain, so she wants to hold an umbrella for him.

Or maybe, in Alan's body, she found her long-forgotten memory, that happy and distant memory, that maternal love that had been missing for so many years, she was so eager for it, that's why she desperately wanted to realize it. This woman's wish.

In that evening, the sunset was no different from the usual ones, except that she saw a woman's tiring life, a family's fragmentation, and a mother's good intentions.

So far, she is also eagerly looking forward to the return of the good boy who can read.

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After Lu Zhengquan and An Cheng lived in Beicheng for a while, they went to Jiangcheng again.

If so, only Song Xiaolin, Mrs. Wu, Housekeeper Chen, and a few servants remained in the huge villa.

Suddenly... it's empty.

I'm not used to it.

This is Lu Jingyan's first day in Z City.

Song Xiaolin leaned against the window, dazed, the afterglow of the setting sun shuttled through the gaps in the clouds, but she saw the buildings covering the warm sun as mountains in a daze.

Even that cloud looked like Lu Jingyan.

However, I can't touch it.

Maybe it's because I missed it too much, and my mind is not so clear.

Come to think of it, since she was six years old, she hasn't left him.

The longest time was only four or five days.

Now half a month is indeed long enough.

"Little Purlin, you're in a daze again." At this time, Aunt Wu's voice came from behind, "You, whenever the young master is away, you often stand by the window in a daze. It's been several years. Have you changed your habit yet?"

Song Xiaolin turned around and smiled embarrassedly, "Sister-in-law Wu, don't poor me."

Aunt Wu also laughed: "Okay, I won't tease you anymore, come down and have dinner."

"okay."

She calmed down and was about to go down to eat when the notification tone of the mobile phone video suddenly rang. She picked up the mobile phone from the bed and looked down. "Lu Jingyan" in three black characters caught her eyes without warning, and she burst into a smile.

(End of this chapter)