When he was stunned, the other party coldly and calmly recounted his âbrilliant deedsâ, including his school and his famous achievements in battle. A few simple words left him with nowhere to hide, and he desperately wanted to escape. In a fit of anger, he hit Shan Yao, but the sarcastic gaze of the other party made him fully understand that his actions had virtually verified the other partyâs statement.
The security guard at the entrance of the middle school caught him and called their school. The school dialed the phone home again. He was taken back by his alcoholic father who beat him up, calling and scolding him, âBeating someone in front of a first grade middle school. Do you know where the first middle school is? Is a gangster like you someone who can go and muck around in? From where did you learn this stink, do you want to kill your father?â
He just wanted to laugh, didnât he learn all this from him?
Bleeding from being hit by a wine bottle is nothing. He grew up in such an environment from when he was young, and it is not impossible to experience injuries and bleeding, even if he broke his hands and feet and died.
But this time, it suddenly dawned on him that he was a person who had stepped on the path of social scum, and must not drag her into a hell together.
The two of them never said anything about being together, he never confessed to her, nor pursued her, nor did she, probably because they both knew that their opening was a frivolous joke, and that their future might not exist. He never believed he could have her, and she probably never thought about it.
Even when they played well, she often reveals the presence of another person in her words.
She never hid it, which is why he could immediately learn all the information about Shan Yao if he wanted to. He always relaxed that they were just playing for a while, she wasnât serious, and he was just teasing her, never facing up to his feelings.
By the moment he realized his matters, it was already time for him to decide to leave her far away.
âAh Xuan, do you remember when I said, âDonât learn bad things for others, itâs not worth it.'â
Gong Xuan opened his eyes.
Yes, he remembers, he was very resistant to her questions at the time, just like anyone who hates being lectured, who can understand his dirty life? She asked him why he had learned badly, and he said he didnât want to learn well.
A person who grew up in that disgusting environment has no reason to learn well.
âI want to get better.â She looked into his eyes with an unknowable grievance and a slightly sour nose. âWhat about you?â
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Gong Xuan didnât speak for a while.
She held back her tears and poked him with a smile, âYouâre only 16 years old, a minor. Donât be like an old man whoâs dying of illness. You still have 84 years to live in your life. Itâs such a long time. You must find something to pass the time.'â
His eyes were a bit dull, but it slowly gave birth to a little light, like the glow of a firefly.
She pursed her lips and smiled, âWhat do you think of doctors? Dr. Gong, it sounds very handsome. They all say that a long illness makes a good doctor. You have suffered so many injuries, and studying medicine is likely to come at your fingertipsâŠâŠ'â
He also seemed to have thought of this scene and raised his lips, which was his usual slightly mischievous smile. Hard to change habits made his eyes dim, but he still asked her, âIf in the future⊠if my future is still good ââ'â
then would you like to be with me?
Wen Ying didnât break up contact with Gong Xuan, and even if both knew they couldnât be together, after all, this wasnât an ancient society. Even if both sides temporarily drew a line in their hearts, they wouldnât completely push each other out of their own world.
She didnât concentrate on her studies and didnât interact with him because of this. At least for now, her task burden is not heavy, and even if he is injured, she will still go and help him.
However, in Shan Yaoâs eyes, this situation seemed like another explanation.
Her favoritism and her care are like saying that she explicitly chose another person after they had such intimate contact.
For several days, Wen Ying always found a way to get the teacher to sign a note at noon and ran out of school without anyone seeing her shadow. He managed to stop the person downstairs in the teaching building.
âWhy?â
âWhat why?â Wen Ying wondered, âI have something to do now. Whatever you want to say, can it wait till when I come backâââ
âAre you together with him?â Shan Yao looked at the food box she was carrying in her hand, with a cold expression of jealousy and anger that grew from gains and losses. âWas it because I didnât satisfy you that you went to find him?â