Su Qiuge always thought that returning to his life was the hardest year, and he would have a hard time.
But it was quite the opposite of what I imagined, very easy.
will become easier. Most likely it was because she met Xie Xinglin. As long as she thought that they would accompany each other all the way, and even discussed and decided which university to go to, she felt that the hard work was worth it.
During the winter vacation, he often came to his home to study with her, knowing that she wanted to go to the capital.
The top universities in the capital have high scores, but for them, as long as they play normally, they can be sure, not to mention that there may be certain score reductions for participating in self-enrollment after the competition awards come out.
Everything is developing in a good direction. The winter vacation has passed in a hurry. A few days before the start of school, Xie Xinglin has taken her to sort out all the previous homework.
I don't know if the results of Pei An'an's operation have come out. Su Qiuge asked several times, but Xie Xinglin only mentioned this issue for a while, but Su Qiuge always felt that the results might not be very good, because he seems to stay up late these days. .
Usually, he works so hard because he wants to make money, but even if she asks him, he won't say it.
Su Qiuge sent him downstairs that day. It was snowing outside and the weather had not warmed.
Su Qiuge held his hand with gloves and sent him downstairs. He lowered his eyes and put on the hat of the down jacket for her.
She held his hand a little reluctantly, "Is this time really not coming?"
He looked down at her, then held her gloved hand in his palm, and said slowly, "Mm."
Seeing her disappointed look, he said calmly, "School is about to start."
It means it's not too late to see you again.
She held his hand and still didn't let it go. She explained a few words to him, just to tell him to go to bed earlier and not stay up so late.
She was stunned for a moment until her eyes touched a figure in the distance, and then quickly let go of his hand.
Xie Xinglin frowned slightly, and in a blink of an eye, he met a gaze.
It was a woman in a camel coat with a blue Bentley parked beside her, followed by an assistant pulling a suitcase.
Staring at them blankly.
Su Qiuge's heart gradually sank.
Yang Xueming had already made a plan to go abroad before, and she would not return to China before her college entrance examination, so she often asked Xie Xing to come to her house.
Hearing the sound of the woman's high heels walking step by step, she suddenly felt that the sound seemed to be on the apex of her heart.
Yang Xue's line of sight was like a knife, stabbing at her from the air, Xie Xinglin stepped forward slightly, blocking the line of sight directly in front of her.
Yang Xue looked at the two people up and down, and then curled her lips, as if showing a sneer.
She rarely smiles.
Su Qiuge knew that she was angry.
She was called upstairs by Yang Xue, and Yang Xue said that she had something to say to Xie Xinglin alone.
Su Qiuge was very worried, holding Xie Xinglin's sleeve, stubbornly did not go.
Until Xie Xinglin patted her hand soothingly and motioned her to go with his eyes.
She eventually went upstairs.
I don't know how long it took, but the snow was still falling outside, but when she got back upstairs, she still couldn't let go.
She sat in the living room until there was movement outside the door.
She immediately looked out the door, Yang Xue took off her coat and hung it on the hanger at the entrance.
The two remained silent for a while, and Yang Xue asked lightly, "How long?"
Su Qiuge knew what she was asking.
Yang Xue didn't speak until Su Qiuge heard a sudden sound of broken porcelain from the entrance.
The vase at the entrance was broken and lay in pieces on the wooden floor.
Su Qiuge watched from a distance.
The appearance of Yang Xue at this time coincided with the woman who had quarreled with Su Jingkun more than ten years ago.
She smashed everything in the house viciously, and the harsh sound of shattering bottles and jars oppressed the nerves of her and Su Yuanzhou when they were young, and became the most terrifying sound in the world.
But now it can't hurt her anymore.
Because she is no longer the poor little thing she was when she was a child who craves her mother's attention.
Yang Xue approached and rubbed her forehead with her hand, "How did mom tell you before?"
"Did I tell you to study hard and not fall in love early?"
Su Qiuge raised his eyes and looked at her, trying his best to explain to her, "Didn't I make progress? He has been helping me since I counted down to the present. Being with him didn't drag me down, but he It has become my driving force.”
Yang Xue listened and clenched her fists slightly, "I don't agree."
"You are still too young to understand what kind of person that person is. I know that his biological mother is a woman who is completely inflamed, and his family background is not as high as ours."
"What do you like about him? It's just to see how good-looking he is, right? I never told you about this. It's normal for you to be confused by such a man, but you can't look at a man's appearance... "
Su Qiuge's hand tightened slightly, not wanting to hear him being slandered, "I really like him, no matter what he is now, I just like him."
When Yang Xue heard her say that, she became even more angry, and a burst of anger rose in her heart.
In her opinion, such Su Qiuge is exactly the same as her original self.
At the beginning, I didn't listen to all the persuasion of my family, and insisted on being with Su Jingkun, who came from a small county.
When she was young, Su Jingkun was also good-looking, but whenever he smiled, she was very moved, thinking that as long as she was with this man, she would be willing to live with him, whether poor or rich.
But that's not the case.
This man lived up to her feelings. He just took a fancy to her money and just wanted to step on her to climb up.
On the contrary, her younger sister, whom she had always looked down upon at the time, married someone of the right kind, and now she is living a very happy life.
And not only did she fall out with her family because of Su Jingkun, she was no longer the princess that the Yang family held in the palm of her hand, but she also saw the true face of Su Jingkun, a phoenix man.
Thinking of this, Yang Xue walked over with a firmer expression on her face, "No matter what you are thinking now, even if you hate me in the future, I will not let you stay with him, you will know me when you are older. It's for your own good."
Su Qiuge clenched his palms and stood up.
Facing Yang Xue, her feelings have always been light.
Even if she knew that this was her biological mother, it was difficult for her to get close to her.
The reason why I told her so much today is just to hold on to the last glimmer of hope that she can understand her.
But what is she expecting
In Yang Xue's eyes, she was just an accessory to her, and she should live the way she wanted.
Su Qiuge didn't speak anymore, went to the room in silence and started to pack up.
She opened the suitcase and put the school uniform in the suitcase. Anyway, the school is about to start, so she can go to the school early to live.
Seeing her packing up, Yang Xue knew what she was thinking about, and sneered, "Are you trying to get angry with me for this one person?"
Su Qiuge didn't answer, and continued to put the school uniform in the suitcase.
Yang Xue said, "Think about where you can go? I will freeze the money on the bank card for you, and I can also look for it in the school. If this person has affected you to such a degree, I can't let you in Together."
Su Qiuge still ignored her, as if he was too lazy to talk to her, but his movements were getting faster and faster.
While she was packing up, Yang Xue said something from the living room—
"He has an aunt who runs a milk tea shop here, right?"
Su Qiuge's movement of packing his suitcase froze slightly.
"I don't know what she can do as an elderly single mother if the milk tea shop can't open."
Yang Xueping's indifferent words continued, "You don't want to know what I just talked to him, what did he say?"
·
After dragging her suitcase out the door, she received a WeChat message from Xie Xinglin.
It was only later that he found out that he had called her many times and told her not to worry.
She still didn't go to school.
It was still snowing outside, and she dragged her suitcase to look for him at the house he had taken her to before.
After knocking on the door, he was there.
"What did she tell you?"
Faced with such a question, Xie Xinglin at the door was silent for a moment, and then said, "It's nothing."
How could it be nothing
Su Qiuge knew that he didn't want to talk more about this topic, but she felt sorry for it.
Yang Xue is so cruel to her family, and her attitude towards outsiders is probably even more extreme.
She said, "Did she threaten you? I want you to leave me."
He looked down at her, then curled his lips and said, "Well, it's nothing."
"You make me think too vulnerable like this."
He took a step closer, dragged her suitcase in, and said lightly, "As long as you don't think about it, I will never leave."
Hearing such a sentence, the grievances she had suffered from Yang Xue seemed to explode at this moment, she jumped into his arms and said with red eyes, "Since childhood, she didn't understand me at all, just Treat me like a tool."
"I will never compromise with her this time."
The boy's warm hand landed on the back of her neck, his movements were gentle and gentle to soothe her, then he took her into his arms, lowered his eyes and said, "It's okay."
But he was a little too silent.
Su Qiuge stayed at his house for two days, thinking about how to live without Yang Xue's financial support, and even contacted Su Yuanzhou for help. Although Su Jingkun has little relationship with Yang Xue Like, but it is estimated that he is definitely not willing to help her.
Because Xie Xinglin said "nothing", she wrongly believed that it was nothing.
He would go out very early in the day and not come back until the early hours of the night.
Someone knocked on the door this evening.
Su Qiuge thought it was him who came back early, put down his homework pen, and ran towards the door.
Only at the moment when the door opened, her smile gradually disappeared.
This is the third time she has seen Xie Xinglin's mother Zhao Xuening.
Zhao Xuening looked her up and down, then frowned slightly.
"It was you."
Su Qiuge was silent and did not speak.
Zhao Xuening didn't come in, but said calmly, "Your mother is really good enough, her daughter didn't take care of it, and she came to me. She spoke like a shrew, and those who didn't know really thought she was here. What do you want me to do?"
Su Qiuge's hand on his side trembled slightly, then turned to look at her, and heard Zhao Xuening continue to say lightly, "I just said why Xinglin didn't want to go abroad with me, it was because of you."
"Little girl, it doesn't matter if you waste your time playing these games, but don't you delay our star, okay?"
Su Qiuge clenched her hands tightly because of her words, then turned to look at her, "Do you think you are qualified to say such things to me? Shouldn't you be the one most sorry for Xie Xinglin?"
Zhao Xuening's face turned pale, "You..."
She gritted her teeth, "Forget it, I'm too lazy to care about a naive little girl like you."
She took out the vanity mirror from her bag, and took out lipstick at random to make up her makeup, "You say you like him, but you're going to torture him, little girl, that's not like liking."
Su Qiuge didn't want to pay attention to her, but realized that there was something in her words, frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"
With a "smack", Zhao Xuening closed the vanity mirror and said expressionlessly, "In recent years, how much has Xinglin worked for that little oil bottle surnamed Pei to have a smooth operation? The bottle's operation failed again, and Liu Yuan has no money."
Zhao Xuening flattened his mouth, then shrugged, "This old house, I guess he can't bear it, and he can't sell it for a lot of money. He wakes up so early in the morning and goes back so late at night. He also has stomach problems, and his body can't bear it. But he still stubbornly refuses to talk to others or beg others for a penny, what an independent and poor child."
Hearing this, Su Qiuge took a deep breath and stared at the woman in disbelief.
At this time, the woman with heavy makeup looked like an emotionless beast to her. She couldn't help but say, "You are his mother. Since you are rich, why don't you help him?"
Zhao Xuening seemed to have heard a joke, and smiled, "Xinglin is my child, but that little oil bottle is not. I'm not a charity, why should I help her? Everything has a price."
She put the vanity box in her bag and wrote lightly, "But well... As long as Xinglinken and I go abroad, don't say the money to help the little oil bottle's disease be completely cured, and even Liu Yuan's pension will be dealt with by me. can also help.”
When she said this, she raised her eyes and looked at her slowly, "Little girl, didn't you keep saying that you like him? Since you like him, you must be good for him."
"He went abroad to study with me, and the world he has received is not known to be much better than the world he has seen in China. He can also share the equity of my husband's company, which is better than staying in this dilapidated residential building with you every day. Isn't the future of eating instant noodles much better?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she finally glanced at the narrow corridor with disgust, then twisted her waist and turned away.
Su Qiuge looked at the empty staircase for a while.
He suddenly remembered that he had asked him if he had been threatened before, and he replied calmly that it was okay.
How can it be okay.
How sad he must have been when he heard those hurtful words.
·
At three o'clock in the morning, the door opened softly.
He knew she might have fallen asleep, and kept his footsteps as soft as possible.
Returning to the room, he poured a cup of hot water, and he looked down at the cup of water with white mist rising, and stared at it for a while.
At this time, there was a sudden twitch in his stomach, and the pain caused him to frown slightly. He couldn't help but take a step back, leaning against the wall and gasping for breath.
Those words sounded out of place in my ears.
- "Can you afford to support her like you are now?"
- "You can't afford her one month's expenses alone."
- "I heard that your grades are very good, and I am very grateful that you can help my daughter to improve. If you want to be paid, I can pay as much as you want, but I can't make fun of her future, you even live your own life. No, why do you think you can give her a future?"
His stomach was hurting badly, and his forehead was already covered in cold sweat.
Immediately afterwards, he took a few steps back and leaned against the wall again, and then slid down against the wall little by little.
She may still be sleeping.
Just thinking about it, even the muffled groan that endured the pain became smaller.
He endured the pain and wanted to go to the cupboard to get the medicine, but at this moment, the light in the living room suddenly turned on.
She stood at the door of the room, looking at him with red eyes.
Watching him take off his usual bland and calm mask, he leaned against the wall in embarrassment, his forehead throbbing with pain.
He and her looked at each other for a while, then exhaled, his tone as steady as possible, "Awake?"
"Have you had a nightmare?"
His trembling voice made her choked for a moment, and then she ran towards him.
She crouched down and hugged him tightly.
His body froze slightly.
Then she kissed him awkwardly, like a drowning fish, with tears in her eyes.
He still let her do this, looking down at her, leaning against the wall, and gently wiping away her tears with the movements of his hands.
After a while, she finally recovered.
Then, she lowered her head and said, "Xie Xinglin, let's go."
"Go abroad with your mother."
His hand that was hanging by his side trembled slightly.
He could feel that her whole body was shaking, and when he said this, he didn't even dare to look at him.
His eyes darkened slightly.
Zhao Xuening found her.
So sad and sad, it should be because the woman said some excessive things to her.
Thinking of this, his hands clenched slightly.
Unexpectedly, she was still injured because of him.
Before waiting for his answer, she finally couldn't help it, covering her face and crying, "Don't worry, I will wait for you here, as long as you come back, I will always wait for you."
Although I want to keep you by my side selfishly, I can't delay you any longer.
Everything else she did was wrong, but what she said was right.
He was going to go his own way.
It can't be because she is bound here and then gradually loses its vitality under her nose.
She lowered her eyes and cried for a long time, and finally said in a choked voice, "Promise me, okay?"
He had thought that no matter what the situation was, he would endure it.
Anyway, it used to be like this, and now it doesn't matter.
None of the other people who said it could shake his determination, no matter how the situation developed, there would be a way.
But now facing her crying.
He lowered his eyes, was silent for a long time, and finally put his hand on top of her head and said softly, "Okay."
I promise you, don't cry.
More than that.
Even if it kills him.
·
When he woke up the next morning, instead of going out, he got up early to prepare breakfast for her.
After washing up and looking at the rich breakfast, she smiled and said, "I didn't expect our little star to be able to go to the hall in addition to being beautiful."
Immediately afterwards, she took out the stomach medicine from the cupboard and put it on the table, "Remember to take it after eating, I will stare at you."
He looked down at her, then curled his lips and said, "Yeah."
Both of them kept silent about her emotional out-of-control last night, as if they had reached some kind of agreement.
But her red and swollen eyes were still eye-catching, reminding him of how sad she was when she cried so much last night.
After breakfast, Su Qiuge packed his suitcase.
Before stepping out of the tiny house, she turned around and said, "Don't send me off."
His steps stopped slightly, and he saw her stretch out her hand, tilt her head and smile at him, "But there is one thing that must be done."
"We pulled Gogou and agreed that you can't have other new lovers when you are living a good life abroad, and you should always contact me to report, you must take medicine, and you have to make a lot of money to become a rich generation, Come back to marry me in the future, and slap those people in the face."
Xie Xinglin was stunned for a moment, then slowly hooked her pinky finger and said, "Well."
·
On the last day of the winter vacation, she didn't deliver it when he left.
The moment his plane took off, Han Ming's phone came, asking her in disbelief what happened.
She couldn't fall asleep that night. Yang Xue, who was downstairs at work, was still watching the stock market program. The dull voice reached her room. She stared at the ceiling all night.
After school started, she received a message from him, because there would be a day and night difference abroad, besides talking on the phone, the most common thing they did was to leave messages to each other.
Every time she wakes up in the morning, she receives nearly 99+ messages, and she almost even sends him something as trivial as her lunch in the morning.
In fact, most of them are bullshit.
But he will also look carefully one by one, and then reply to her.
When she stayed up late at night to answer questions, as long as she talked to him on the phone and could hear his voice, she felt that she had energy again and could persevere.
However, these things that supported her disappeared after a month.
The message she sent him was never answered one day.
At first, she didn't care, and kept sending him messages, sending him all the study problems she encountered in the day and the funny things Peng Jianda and Tang Jie did again.
But he didn't respond.
After going on like this for a few days, she finally couldn't help it and called him.
There was an empty number, and no one answered.
She listened to the busy tone on the phone in the dormitory, and finally turned off the phone slowly.
He must be in trouble.
she thinks.
The words in WeChat were still being sent, telling him that today was the first or second model in the city, and she was very nervous.
Tell him that the soup that the cafeteria aunt made today forgot to add salt, it was really unpalatable.
Tell him that she has done a few more sets of questions today, how is the correct rate, and what difficulties she has encountered.
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