Gong Yu squatted in front of the oil painting and spoke in a low voice. He put one hand on the oil painting and stopped on a burning cloud. "Aren't you going to answer? Yes, of course you don't want me to live a short life. Otherwise, why would I be engaged now?"
Everything is destined.
He abandoned everything and made a big turn, but he still returned to this home and took on those so-called responsibilities.
He pressed on the oil painting, and the oil painting of Huo Shaoyun opened like a mechanism, and a photo fell from inside.
The back of the photo is facing up, with some blurry writing on it.
Xi Yu, my brother likes you. Will he marry you when you grow up
Gong Yu lay down on the bed with the photo, his body sinking deeply into the quilt. He looked at the lamp hanging above his head, with a desperate light in his eyes.
The phone suddenly vibrated.
Gong Yu picked up his cell phone and saw messages from the servant. Photos of the engagement dress he had not tried on were sent to his cell phone one by one.
Every picture reminds him that he is getting married.
He was going to take a path he least wanted to take, and for most of his life.
"boom!"
Gong Yu smashed the phone out.
It was as if all the air in the room had been sucked out, and Gong Yu couldn't even breathe smoothly. He was holding the photo in one hand, curled up in pain, his back arched, and he was tossing around on the bed in pain like a terminally ill person.
After a while, his face was covered with sweat, and his gray eyes had no brilliance except despair.
After a long time, he could no longer bear the suffocating feeling. He sat up from the bed, took off his coat and rolled up his sleeves.
There were new wounds on his strong arms, some of which were newly healed, and some of which were old wounds. They were so densely covered that it was very scary.
Gong Yu sat there, reached out to open the bedside drawer, picked up a black utility knife from inside, popped out the blade, and slashed his arm hard.
The blade cuts across.
Blood gurgled out.
As the pain bloomed in the wound, Gong Yu felt much better. He leaned back and looked at his arm dripping with sweat.
Looking at his scars, Gong Yu felt extremely happy.
Unexpectedly, after more than ten years, Gong Ou still understands him quite well. He is a cowardly and irresponsible man. As long as he is overwhelmed by others, he will either hide or die.
But this time, he couldn't choose to hide or die.
It can only be consumed.
Until the day he can no longer consume it.
Gong Yu sat there with one leg raised and his hands casually resting on his knees. He looked down at the blood dripping from the wound, dripping onto his body and onto the bed. The color was bright red.
Comfortable.
Gong Yu leaned back, raised his head and slowly closed his eyes, enjoying the rare pleasure of this moment.
The sunlight swayed in the window, gently brushing against the furniture and the paintings, like a hand gently touching someone's sadness.
"Knock knock."
There was a knock on the door.
Gong Yu opened his eyes suddenly, and a voice sounded outside, "Master, is your phone turned off? Miss York called you to ask you to go for a walk."
walk.
Gong Yu turned to look at the photo he had put aside and chuckled to himself, "I knew you wouldn't make me feel comfortable for long."
He blames him.
Therefore, he could only immerse himself in pain endlessly.
Gong Yu got off the bed, pulled down his sleeves without caring about the wound, put the photo back into the oil painting of Huo Shaoyun, picked up his coat and put it on, and stood in the dressing mirror to arrange his clothes.
Servants came in from outside, "Master, do you want to keep your appointment?"
"Go." Gong Yu said, uttering one word softly and looking at himself in the mirror.
"The eldest young master has been really close to Miss York recently. The engagement is approaching, and the lady is very happy. They all went to the banquet today." The servant said standing aside.
In my impression, Madam has not gone out to attend a banquet for a long time, which is really rare.
"Then you tell Madam that I have a date today."
Let mother be happy again.
"Yes, young master." The servant said with a smile. His eyes suddenly glanced at Gong Yu's clothes, which were stained with blood, and he was stunned. "Young master, your clothes..."
Gong Yu lowered his eyes and looked at his clothes, only to find that there was a pool of blood on his shirt. He said indifferently, "I accidentally scratched it just now. Go get another set of clothes."
He was calm and collected.
"Yes." The servant turned and walked towards the dressing room. He tripped and almost touched the oil painting. Gong Yu's expression changed and he shouted loudly, "Don't touch my painting!"
The usually gentle young master suddenly became angry, and the servant was startled. The hand that was trying to hold the painting to support him also retracted, stood up from the ground and ran towards the dressing room.
God, it turns out that the eldest young master is no more fierce than the second young master.
…
Shi Xiaonian began to study the daily lives of Gong Jue and Luo Qi day and night, reading page after page, forgetting to eat or sleep.
At night, the lights illuminated the entire castle. Gong Ou walked out of the bathroom and saw Shi Xiaonian sitting on the bed holding a yellowed diary and reading. She was wearing a bathrobe. The white color of the bathrobe made her skin better than snow. , with long hair on one side of his shoulders, and his black and white eyes were looking at the book seriously.
"Still reading, your eyes don't hurt?"
Gong Ou walked over and sat down next to her, frowning tightly.
"The engagement day is coming soon, and I want to look for it again." Shi Xiaonian said, raising her eyes to look at him, Gong Ou sneered coldly, "Do you really think that finding something here can make your mother change her mind? "
"Maybe."
Shi Xiaonian said.
Gong Ou pulled the quilt and sat down next to her, put one hand around her waist, took the diary away from her hand with the other, and said forcefully, "Don't read anymore, go to sleep!"
Shi Xiaonian looked at him and said, "Let me look at it for a while."
"Don't look!"
"But the engagement ceremony is coming soon. Didn't you say that was the last time? Once the engagement is over, nothing can be restored." Shi Xiaonian went to grab the book again.
"You're not allowed to look at that!"
Gong Ou threw the diary aside and held her tightly in his arms, preventing her from getting the book again.
"Gong Ou!" When Shi Xiaonian saw this, he couldn't help but frowned, "Can you please stop being so domineering? It's not that you said I was wrong. I'm working hard to make up for it now."
time is limited.
If she can't think of a way out, she can only watch this mistake continue.
"Yes, I said this, but I also said that your fault is my fault!" Gong Ou stared at her and said, "I am responsible for this mistake!"
"I'm afraid you'll mess around." Shi Xiaonian said frankly.
"Am I going to mess around?"
"You keep messing around."
Gong Ou's IQ was challenged, and his black eyes stared at her fiercely, "Shi Xiaonian, do you want to compete with me to see whose IQ is higher?"
"I want to compare my emotional intelligence with you." Shi Xiaonian said seriously.
"Get out!"
"Oh, then I'll go read the diary." Shi Xiaonian turned around decisively and was about to get out of bed, but was pulled back by Gong Ou. Gong Ou put her in his arms and strangled her neck, "What? You're like this Women look down on me now? What is emotional intelligence? I am not proud enough for you to look at?"
“…”
What kind of confidence is this? If it hadn't been for the depressive atmosphere lately, Shi Xiaonian would have wanted to laugh.
She pulled down his arm and looked back at him, "So you admit that you have low emotional intelligence?"
"Why do I want to strangle you so much!"
Gong Ou glared at her.
"Okay, okay, I won't read the diary anymore. I've basically read it all roughly." Shi Xiaonian sat up straight, put a hand on his face and looked at him, "After reading so much, I found that my father is really …”
"What is it?"
Gong Ou stared at her.
"He is a lonely person." Shi Xiaonian thought about it and said it bluntly. Looking at Gong Ou without any surprise, he said, "Even when he was getting married, his father didn't have much time to spend with his mother. The only time he spent with her was with her. When we are together, we just talk about the cooperation between the two families, not to mention taking good care of her during the pregnancy. At most, she gives two instructions to the servant."
What a cold man.
"Most marriages are like this. Is it any wonder that you think they are all like the one in your cartoon, where everyone loves each other to death?" Gong Ou said disdainfully, "How can there be such a man in reality?"
"Then who are you?"
Shi Xiaonian blurted out that he really died for her.
Gong Ou glanced at her and said shamelessly, "I am already transcending mortals!"
“…”
What kind of face did he use to say these words.
Shi Xiaonian looked at him helplessly, put her hands around her knees, and said, "Such a man is too cold. My mother has loved him for so many years, but she has received so little care."
“…”
"It's his responsibility that my mother became like this." Shi Xiaonian said, "My father never thought about my mother before he died, and let her guard the Gong family for so many years."
“…”
Gong Ou listened, staring at her lightly moving lips with a pair of black eyes.
"Gong Ou, what kind of charm does father have that makes mother love him so much? Make mother obey his every word so much?" Shi Xiaonian sat next to him and asked.
Hearing this, Gong Ou's eyes deepened and his voice was low, "I don't know."
“…”
"If it weren't for his son, I would be willing to cooperate with someone like my father." Gong Ou paused and then said slowly, "My father only has ambitions in his heart. He wants to be looked up to by everyone, and he wants to leave his name behind. Therefore, he has seen the Gong family all his life, and he can’t see anything else.”
What is this, the ambition that Luo Qi fell in love with Gong Jue
“…”
"It's a pleasure to work with him, because he strives to do the best in everything. And to be his son, you will only be forced into a corner." Miyao said, his voice became cold, "In his eyes , our sons are just tools, tools to inherit his remaining power."
Shi Xiaonian looked at him, her eyes moved slightly, "Mong Ou, you still blame him, don't you?"
Even if the palace prince has passed away.
Gong Ou's face darkened, his thin lips pursed, and he didn't say a word.
"Tell me, what can you restrain in front of me? Some emotions still need to be vented appropriately, right?" Shi Xiaonian pushed him and said. (To be continued)