"The Zhu family is a comprehensive semi-hidden family, mainly researching technology and mysticism. Research always costs money, so the Zhu family also has more channels to make money, from real estate finance stocks to smuggling and assassination. Sadness is the number one killer in the Zhu family, both in terms of quantity and success rate."
When talking about these things, Miss A Yuan smiled softly, "Zhu Ai, I did meet her a few times at Zhu's house before, because of some special reasons, it can be considered to know her. But I never saw her at that time. She has interacted with other people, so I guess she is probably a very proud and lonely person."
"Pride... loneliness, that's true." Shen Qingjia chuckled softly, and said, "Even though she has a lot of bitterness in her heart, she never tells me about it. Sometimes I really want to punch her inexplicable stubbornness."
Hearing this, A Yuan raised his head slightly and said curiously: "I don't know all about your affairs here, but listening to your tone... Have you ever blamed her?"
"It's natural to have resentment." Perhaps because of the imminent end of his life, Shen Qingjia did not refuse to answer the question of the little servant of the Zhu family.
"I blame her for not loving herself too much, I blame her for treating me as an ignorant child, and I blame her for deceiving me and deceiving herself... But every point of resentment towards her in my heart, the more I like it, I can't Control cannot resist."
"Will there really be love between two women?" A Yuan asked his question.
Shen Qingjia put her hands on the railing and smiled softly: "I never thought I would like a girl before, and I can't believe it, but how could my feelings be summed up in friendship because they are all women? ."
"This feeling of wanting to be with Zhumei all the time, wanting her to smile only at me, wanting all of her, and wanting to kill all the people who have come into contact with her, is undoubtedly the in love..."
A Yuan looked at Shen Qingjia for a moment, then smiled and said sincerely, "You will be happy in the end."
When she fully spread out her face with such sincerity and smiled, Shen Qingjia felt a bit similar to Zhu Sing between her brows and eyes. Is it because the genes of the Zhu family are too strong, but most of the people who are related to the Zhu family look a bit alike... Or is it that she and Zhu Ai have been separated for too long, so long that their eyes are sore, from now on everyone looks like she.
Seeing that Shen Qingjia's mood suddenly fell a little, the gentle and understanding girl A Yuan did not ask any further questions, but turned her eyes to the green lotus leaves in the artificial lake.
When some people are sad, they wish to expose their wounds, tears and fragility. It is not enough for people from all over the world to come to comfort themselves. When some people feel sad, they just turn their heads and wait for the turbulent sadness in their hearts to condense into hard armor layer by layer.
The dark clouds in the sky were getting thicker and thicker, and finally it started to rain. A drop of bean-sized raindrops slammed on the lotus leaves, and the wide leaves were slim and graceful, swaying gracefully in the rain.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier. Standing in the corridor, Shen Qingjia could feel the rain splashing into it. It was a cold, very sobering feeling, and Shen Qingjia never hated this feeling.
A Yuan suddenly sighed in annoyance, "Oops, I forgot to bring an umbrella. This place is not too far from where you rest... I'm very sorry for neglecting you."
Shen Qingjia waved his hand and said indifferently, "It doesn't matter if it rains once, it just so happens that I like rainy days."
Looking in the direction of the heavy rain that covered the sky, Shen Qingjia's tone was a little light, "I'm in a good mood every time it rains..."
Miss A Yuan smiled, "But Zhu Ai must not like you in the rain."
Shen Qingjia laughed dumbly, and then saw the weak girl A Yuan leaning out, reaching out and breaking a lotus leaf from the root, and then handing it to Shen Qingjia, "The weather is heavy and the situation is special, I have to destroy the city owner's lotus pond once. already."
Shen Qingjia took the lotus leaf, and immediately folded a lotus leaf and handed it to A Yuan, "How can there be a reason for me to keep you out of the rain."
A Yuan took a step back, "This entire wish-fulfilling city belongs to the city lord, and it is the city lord's personal belongings. It is a matter of course to take a lotus leaf to protect the guests from the rain, but if it is used for me, it will become a private one."
"Then this is my order, don't refuse, girls are too stubborn to be liked." Shen Qingjia shoved the lotus leaf into A Yuan's hands with a strong attitude, "Let's go, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, If you don't hurry up, you won't be able to stop it with lotus leaves."
Shen Qingjia ran towards the rain curtain with the lotus leaves on top of her head. Where the lotus leaves could not block, the cold raindrops splashed on her body. It was very likely that she would not be able to live for a few days. However, at the end of her life, her mood changed. It's easy to be very happy.
Miss A Yuan looked down at the large lotus leaf in her hand, and immediately covered the lotus leaf over her head, trotting to catch up with Shen Qingjia.
"Miss Shen, walk slowly and be careful about slipping."
Perhaps because of the fact that his supernatural powers were sealed by Blessing, Shen Qingjia's current body immunity was even worse than that of ordinary people.
Shen Qingjia quickly developed a fever. Not long after she returned to her room, she felt her whole body hot, as if she had just been pulled out of the stove.
For most of the night, Shen Qingjia curled up on the bed and couldn't sleep, and A Yuan also took care of her for most of the night without touching the ground.
The place where Shen Qingjia lived was a bit remote, and Zhu Hui was a semi-imprisoner for Shen Qingjia. Previously, he only appointed A Yuan to take care of Shen Qingjia alone, but now he can't find anyone to help.
At three or four in the morning, Shen Qingjia had asked Ah Yuan to go down to rest. It was extremely quiet outside the house. Except for the neighing of insects that had not yet mutated outside, there was not even a whisper of one person, and the atmosphere was extremely quiet.
Shen Qingjia was lying on the big mahogany bed, lying on a pile of splendid lingerie, thinking about the big and small events that happened over the past month, thinking about the inexplicable condolences, the troubled trivia, and the weak body that made her suffer. Feeling very depressed. I was closing my eyes and forcing myself to fall asleep when I suddenly heard a soft push from the door when I was half asleep.
He opened his eyes with some doubts and turned his head. The first thing he saw was a face with clear eyebrows and a gentle smile. It was like a picture of a lady drawn with brush and ink, and even the smile was so fresh and elegant.
Followed by two strange young men, carrying something in their hands.
A Yuan instructed the two young men to put things down, but let them go out.
"Miss Shen." A Yuan smiled and gave a salute, a very peaceful smile on weekdays, even in the dim light at this moment, it looks warm.
"Hey! Ah Yuan, why are you here..." Shen Qingjia rubbed her eyes, feeling her head was still drowsy, "Did something happen?"
A Yuan pulled the drooping hair behind his ears and smiled gently, "It's snowing heavily outside. The city owner was worried that the guests would not be able to sleep well here, so he specially sent people a stove and charcoal."
After A Yuan said this, Shen Qingjia felt that the temperature had dropped a lot at this time, and the cold wind was blowing in from the open door.
In the apocalypse, almost all large-scale electric facilities have been scrapped. However, after all, there are still some small and large-scale equipment available, such as Zhu Hui, who likes to use antique daily necessities and are keen to antique everything around them.
"That guy is so kind?" Shen Qingjia looked suspicious.
A Yuan pursed his lips and smiled, but did not speak.
Shen Qingjia waved his hand, "Stop talking about this, just close the door and come in, the wind is too strong."
A Yuan replied obediently, squatted down after entering the room, quickly lit the stove, picked up the slender iron pick and poked the charcoal stove a few times, and after a short while, the inside of the car was much warmer than before.
Compared with the icy coldness of condolences, who refuses people thousands of miles away, this girl is always very gentle, like the cool and non-freezing lake water that can be held on her face in spring, with rippling waves, each of which is filled with her tenderness. No matter what she does, she looks so pleasing to the eye.
Shen Qingjia stared at her for a while, then suddenly buried half of her face under the quilt, perhaps because of her illness, her voice was a little soft, "A Yuan, are you being so kind to everyone?"
It was not the servant's fearful obedience to his master, nor his obedience to himself only from the perspective of fulfilling his responsibilities. Shen Qingjia felt that when he was no longer a guest of Zhu's house, perhaps this young girl would still smile softly at her like this. This feeling is very strange, too illusory, and Shen Qingjia even thought it was just an illusion.
Maybe he felt that his words were a little confusing, so he added: "I think, um, you make me feel that when everyone is with you, they will probably feel warm in their hearts..."
A Yuan girl seems to be born with a small sun, the light is warm and soft, and everyone close to her feels gentle and comfortable.
A Yuan smiled, "That's because Miss Shen is a good person."
"yes?"
It was the first time in her life that someone sent a good person card, and Shen Qingjia always had a subtle feeling of not knowing whether to laugh or cry...
"But you're wrong about one thing." She turned around, her black-and-white eyes filled with an all-encompassing softness and warmth.
Shen Qingjia blinked his eyes suspiciously.
"I'm not like this to everyone." A Yuan's eyes were softer than lake water.
The gentle girl tucked the quilt for her, lifted the gauze cover on the gauze lamp, and gently blew out the lamp.
"It's still early, you can sleep for a while."
The author has something to say: This chapter is not ambiguous! Not ambiguous! Not ambiguous! , because it is a very important thing, it must be said three times (>﹏