There was no color left on Mingzhu's face, and her limbs were limp. If he hadn't grabbed her wrists and pulled her up from the ground, she would have fallen to the ground again.
She originally thought that she would never see him again in this life, but he appeared in front of her unexpectedly. The man's flawless white jade face was as cold as frost, and a majestic look that could not see his emotions or anger was pressing towards her.
Mingzhu swallowed her throat, forced herself to cheer up, raised her eyes slightly, and looked at him indifferently, with a different expression, she didn't say anything.
Zhao Shi originally didn't want to talk to her in such a serious and indifferent tone, but just now she and Wei Chi were in an over-the-top attitude that burned his eyes, and burned his sanity with a scorching fire. It's almost burning.
He unconsciously tightened the strength on his wrists, and his jawline was stiff and tense, feeling cold and chilly.
After more than two years of peaceful life, Mingzhu is now so afraid of Zhao Shi, as if those things in the past are a thing of the past.
She broke away her slender and white wrist from his palm, lowered her face and asked coldly: "How did you find me here?"
It would have been better if she didn't ask. This question made Zhao Shi angry again.
Day after day, year after year, the hatred and resentment welling up in his heart finally forced him to suppress it, and he numbly admitted that she was indeed dead.
Every year when the children come to the temple in Yangzhou City to light the lanterns, their hearts feel like they have been stabbed several times with a red-hot iron until blood drips from them.
Mingzhu planned to get the answer from him. She really didn't want to continue to be entangled with Zhao Shi. She had loved this man, hated this man, and now she really let go. .
In the past two years, she had never been frightened when he came to her door, or woken up in a cold sweat from nightmares in the middle of the night. But gradually, she became less afraid, and she felt relieved.
Zhao Shi took a deep breath, and the coldness between his brows and eyes gradually dissipated, returning to a calm and calm look. He said, "Follow me back to the capital."
His tone didn't sound as strong and cold as before, and there was a slight tremor in the hoarse end.
In the evening after a shower, a cold wind blew. She was wearing a thin coat and skirt, with gauze touching her sleeves, and the jade beads tassels on her bun swayed slightly as she walked.
After a long silence, Mingzhu opened her lips slightly and said, "I won't go back with you."
Zhao Shili stood in the cold night, with a cold and distant face, his complexion gradually turned pale. He straightened his lips, raised his eyelids and looked into her watery eyes, which he had planned countless times in his heart. The ruthless eyes turned into a sigh when facing these slightly red eyes.
Mingzhu straightened her thin back, she was afraid that Zhao Shi would threaten her and force her.
So, she raised her little face, looked at him with her dark eyes, and asked in a low voice, "Zhao Shi, will you be sad if I really die?"
She asked this question softly and slowly, with a gentle force, and it fell on his heart lightly.
Zhao Shi's eyes flashed with traces of pain, would he be sad? Of course it is sad. He subconsciously avoided that memory, as if he could forget the deep-seated pain at that time. He couldn't see her things for a long time. Even if he accidentally turned to her handwriting in a book, his fingers would tremble uncontrollably.
But he doesn't like to show his emotions outside, and he doesn't want anyone to see his joys and sorrows. Even now, when Mingzhu asked him this question indifferently, he didn't know what to reply.
Mingzhu's body was shaking with cold and her teeth were chattering. She endured the cold and answered for him, "You won't be sad."
Zhao Shi's eyebrows moved, his Adam's apple slid and his face became stiff, as if he didn't agree with what she said.
Mingzhu clenched her hands into fists and continued: "Or you won't be so sad, just one or two days and then it will be over."
Zhao Shi replied hoarsely: "No..."
Not like she said.
Mingzhu feels that it is really cold tonight. It has not been this cold for a long time since spring.
Her nose was sore, but her heart was not that sad. She felt relieved when she was relieved.
"Please let us go." She looked at him quietly with her eyes, "Zhao Shi, it's not sweet to force yourself."
Zhao Shi searched for a long time before he found his dry voice. He paused word by word, and there was some unspeakable heartache in his disbelief, "Let go...who?"
Mingzhu's eyes looked redder and redder for some reason, with deep sadness reflected in her eyes. She sniffed her red nose and said, "I have someone I like. Can you stop breaking us up?"
The vague heartbeat in her youth was like the moist mist rising in the morning. Before she could distinguish it clearly, it was annihilated by Zhao Shi under the force of robbery. The joy at that time was so sweet. The heartbeat of young girls only lasted for an instant. It was so strong, but so easy to forget. Every little thought is worth keeping in mind.
In the past two years, she seemed to have returned to the time when Wei Chiyu came to her house to propose marriage. He was like a moon that belonged to her, shining on her.
Mingzhu had made it clear enough that she didn't believe that Zhao Shi couldn't hear it. She wasn't afraid of making him angry. Anyway, it couldn't be any worse.
Listening to her humble and pitiful request, Zhao Shi felt as if his throat was blocked and he couldn't breathe. The sharp blade hanging on the apex of the heart penetrated into the soft flesh without hesitation, stirring in a circle and splashing out blurry flesh and blood.
He clenched his fists, and even though it hurt, he still looked as calm as ever.
"Split it up?" Zhao Shi frowned, his eyes looking a little confused. He took a few steps forward and clasped her waist tightly with his hands. There was no emotion in his dark and deep eyes. He followed her with determination. Tell yourself: "But you fall in love with me."
Zhao Shi was smart and careful. At that time, she couldn't hide her little thoughts from him. Her words were tough but her eyes would betray everything.
Unexpectedly, Mingzhu did not deny it. She nodded, "But now I really... just want to live with him."
Mingzhu finally bought her today's life with great difficulty. She felt suffocated when she thought about the golden cage that kept her in the capital for so long.
She slowly pushed Zhao Shi's hand away and raised her head to see his face clearly. This face had changed so much, it was cold and beautiful, like an unreachable star.
She said with a warm voice and sounded so aggressive, "You don't really want me to die in your arms, do you?"
Zhao Shi looked at her face. She was petite and fair, with a small green shadow covering her drooping eyelashes. Her pale pink lips were slightly pursed, stubborn and serious.
He was unable to let go of his hand, and there was a patch of polish in front of his eyes. He said solemnly: "Zhuzhu, don't say such things."
Zhao Shi really couldn't listen to her saying the word "death", and it went straight to his heart.
Mingzhu hummed, and then the two of them fell into a long silence.
Zhao Shi stretched out his hand and even touched her, but was sideways dodged.
His fingers curled up into fists and slowly dropped to the other side. Enduring the bursts of pain, he asked, "Have you been hiding in Yangzhou and me in the past two years?"
Mingzhu nodded, hesitating, "Yes."
Blood lines oozed from Zhao Shi's eyes, "Before I left that day, you said you wanted to eat sweet cakes. Did you lie to me?"
Mingzhu was silent.
Zhao Shi laughed and asked again: "You were acting coquettishly on me in those days and said you wouldn't leave me. Are you playing tricks on me?"
Mingzhu raised her eyes and said, "Wrong."
It was all just to trick him into taking off his guard.
Zhao Shi said "yes" lightly. He obviously wanted to talk to her and ask her if it was good to spend the past two years in Yangzhou. Have you ever been bullied? But the bones were so hard that it was hard to tell.
Yangzhou is no different than the capital city, with more fireworks and willow lanes, and more people traveling between the north and the south. There are arrogant and unreasonable people, and she is a weak woman who is often wronged.
Zhao Shi now doesn't dare to use strong methods to force her. He is afraid that the fish will die and the net will be broken, and the threats will not work.
He wanted her to live well.
Zhao Shi said, "I'll come see you tomorrow."
Mingzhu lowered her face and her voice was very low, but it was enough for him to hear clearly, "Don't come anymore."
Zhao Shi pretended to hear every word and left with a sullen face.
However, he still stayed and guarded outside the yard.
Mingzhu slowly raised her face, looking blankly at the night sky. After a long time, he lifted up his heavy steps and walked back to the bedroom.
She pushed the door open, her hands and feet gave out, and she fell to the ground, with cold sweat running down her back.
Hongling rushed over to help her, but Mingzhu's legs were so weak that she couldn't stand up. She just sat on the ground, furious, "Hongling, when did he come here?"
"You went out not long ago with an umbrella."
Hong Ling was frightened to death. When the gang broke in, they were full of murderous intent. Some of the men with knives had fierce scars on their faces.
The leader of the man looked gentle, but his aura was sharper than that of the man holding the knife, and his eyes were so cold that they froze.
She wanted to shout for help, but a sword was immediately placed on her neck to shut her up.
Fortunately, they still have some conscience when doing things and know how to avoid children.
Hongling said, stumbling, "Is that man Xiaoman's father?"
"Um."
"I thought he was going to take Xiao Man away today. I was scared to death."
"Did he touch Xiaoman?"
Hong Ling nodded, and played backgammon with Xiao Man, holding her on his neck, seeming to dote on her.
Mingzhu's thumbs silently clenched her sleeves. What she was most afraid of was that Zhao Shi would take the child away from her.
No matter, if he really wanted to do this, she would put a knife into his hand and let him kill her. Unless she is dead, no one should take the child away.
Mingzhu had a nightmare all night and woke up before dawn on the first day.
When she could vaguely see bright colors outside the window, Mingzhu got up, got dressed, and went to the kitchen to cook vegetable and lean meat porridge.
After making breakfast, Mingzhu picked her daughter up from the bed and fed her most of a bowl of porridge.
The little girl was only thinking about yesterday's kite. With her round eyes open, she was still making gestures with her hands, "Mom, Xiaoman is going to fly!"
Mingzhu rubbed her head and said, "Okay."
This was what Zhao Shi saw when he came. He could hardly imagine what Mingzhu would be like when she became a mother. She herself is still a childish little girl.
Zhao Shi just walked over.
Mingzhu hugged the child tightly, looking alert.
This defensive gaze stung his eyes.
Mingzhu touched her daughter's face and said, "Go and wake up Sister Hongling."
The little girl obeyed her mother very much. She was very obedient in front of Mingzhu and obeyed her words. She was not cute at all. Her milky voice said yes.
Then he ran on his short legs to Hong Ling's house.
Mingzhu's hands were shaking nervously. She swallowed and pretended to be calm: "The child is not yours."