"Sir, forget it, it doesn't make sense." Lin Zhi gave up and said, similar conversations are vivid in memory, from the initial amicable rejection, to indifferent, to indifference, Lin Zhi, who has tried any rhetoric, has already tried anything. There is no hope for this.
"But—" Ouyang Rong was a little hesitant, but was not ready to deny Lin Zhi's ideas, she could only look at Shatanzhi indifferently, showing a kind smile.
"Don't make me hate you even more, Master Sha, no matter how hard you try, my answer will only be rejection." Lin Zhi felt a headache, and she was tired of saying these words again and again.
"Let's go, sir." Lin Zhi grabbed Ouyang Rong's wrist irritably and walked directly towards a certain road.
Shatanzhi stepped forward and shouted unwillingly: "Why, why am I not as good as this hillbilly! Why can't I even stay by your side!"
"I don't allow you to degrade Mr., you are inferior to him!" Lin Zhi's originally very irritable mood was ignited in an instant, she let go of her hand, turned around and said angrily.
"The first time I saw you in such an angry look, it wasn't me, and other men!" Shatanzhi was shocked, if he hadn't doubted the relationship between the two, he was really an idiot.
Ouyang Rong also found it strange, as if she could not think of Lin Zhi's angry appearance.
"Are you and this man already!" Shatanzhi said tremblingly. He forced himself to calm down, but his jealous anger couldn't stop overflowing.
After Lin Zhi vented just now, she completely lost her mind. She sneered and said: "Just as you think, I'm in a relationship with her husband."
Shatanzhi only felt that he had fallen into a nine-day winter, and the biting water instantly extinguished his anger. There was obvious pain in his eyes, and his original arrogant expression became fragile.
Seeing the painful appearance of Shatan without saying a word, Lin Zhi regained her sanity a little, but when she thought that she could get rid of the entanglement of Shatan in this way, the hint of repentance that had just arisen disappeared.
Seeing all this, Ouyang Rong could not help but sigh secretly. After experiencing their respective emotional explosions, the atmosphere became embarrassed for a time. Shatan's expression became more painful, and Lin Zhi had no meaning to clarify. The stalemate did not abruptly until Lin Zhi let out a cry of pain. Stop.
Lin Zhi held her head, and she looked at Ouyang Rong in shock, not understanding why he suddenly hit her with his fist, and also took a lot of effort.
"I understand your distress, but even so, it's impossible to lie." Ouyang Rong smiled kindly and touched the head that had just been struck. Lin Zhi was puzzled at first, but quickly figured out what the husband meant, and then revealed. The complex look, there is guilt for Shatanzhi, but it is more of respect for Ouyang Rong.
When Shatanzhi heard Ouyang Rong's words, his expression instantly changed, and his painful expression instantly changed from shock to surprise.
"I apologize for my impulse. I haven't dated my husband for the time being." Lin Zhi said apologetically, but after speaking, the apology disappeared instantly, maybe a little too much, but I saw Shatanzhi's heartbroken look. , She was really relieved.
Shatanzhi opened his mouth slightly, but he didn't know what to say. The matter was over. It was not only Lin Zhi who calmed down, but he was the same.
"Mr. Sha, until now, I hope you can think about it. I am indeed an outsider, and I am not qualified to intervene in the relationship between you and Linzhi, but if Linzhi needs my help, I will not stand by." Ouyang Rong Speaking softly, he smiled at Lin Zhi, and the smile made Lin Zhi couldn't help but bump into the deer.
Standing still on the spot, watching the two disappear into the forest path, even if it was only a little bit, Lin Zhi actually conveyed his distress to Shatanzhi in the form of a lie.
"Obviously, I just want her to be happy." Shatanzhi muttered to himself. He narrowed his eyes listlessly, and a certain memory that he cherished seemed to flood into his mind like a replay.
It was the autumn of a certain year. In the forest with falling golden leaves, the fifteen-year-old was looking at a girl of the same age who was resting under the tree from a distance. He hid behind a certain ginkgo tree, secretly watching the sleeping girl. Perhaps because he was afraid of breaking the beautiful picture, his breathing became shallow, and he quietly leaned under the tree. Unknowingly, he was also infected by the tranquil atmosphere around the girl, his consciousness became a little fuzzy, and he opened again. At the moment, the girl was staring at his face blankly. He wiped off the saliva from the corner of his mouth in a panic, and ran away. Suddenly, a silver bell-like laugh came from his ear. He looked back awkwardly, but I found that the girl was watching herself in place, with a gentle kindness hanging from the corner of her mouth.
Since then, every night, he could not forget Lin Zhi's smile. Unfortunately, under the wrong guidance of his subordinates, Shatanzhi never saw the smile that made him dream of.
Looking at the path where the two of them disappeared, I remembered Lin Zhi, who was angry just now, and his deep guilt was turned back in the heart of Shatan.
Without a word, Shatanzhi bit his lip, sighed unwillingly, and left here in the opposite direction.
But Ouyang Rong and Lin Zhi had been far away from here, but they were unexpectedly in an awkward and embarrassing atmosphere.
"What's wrong, are you still unhappy?" Ouyang Rong took Lin Zhi and sat down on the bench, asking worriedly.
"I'm okay sir, I just showed you how I am ineffective, some-" Lin Zhi stopped abruptly when he was halfway, but Ouyang Rong probably understood what she cared about.
"Did you feel better after getting angry?" Ouyang Rong asked.
Lin Zhi was taken aback for a while, and after some recollection, he nodded deeply. The long-term backlog of pressure was wiped out after the emotional outburst just now.
"That's fine, the rest will be forgotten, the visit is not over yet!" Ouyang Rong patted Lin Zhi on the shoulder, encouraging, he stood up, but was pulled back into the chair by Lin Zhi.
"Where is it uncomfortable?" Ouyang Rong asked uneasy when seeing Lin Zhi's low eyebrows.
"If you really want to say it," Lin Zhi raised her head to look at Ouyang Rong, puffed her cheeks, and said angrily: "My head."
"Head?" Ouyang Rong asked in confusion, and Lin Zhi pretended to be angry: "The place where Mr. just hit!"
"Here, here, here!" Lin Zhi stretched her head in front of Ouyang Rong and pointed her finger to the location where she was hit.
"Sir, touch it carefully, is it swollen."
"Where is it swollen, it's normal."
Ouyang Rong was puzzled, but Linzhi fought for reasons. He had no choice but to gently stroke his head in accordance with Linzhi's request. In a corner that Ouyang Rong could not see, Linzhi's ears were already red.
"Sir, you don't hate me."
"Oh, why do you say that?"
"Because I lied."
"Anyone can lie."
"Mr. too?"
"Um."
"Who did the sir lie to?"
Lin Zhi raised his eyes, the two of them stuck together, their eyes intersected, and they could easily feel each other's breathing.
"Who is it." Ouyang Rong diverted his eyes with sloppy eyes.
In Lin Zhi's dissatisfaction again, he quickly got off the bench and ran away along the road. (End of this chapter)