Seventy-third bowl of soup (seven)
His mother brought the little girl to Zhong's house and asked him if he wanted a younger sister. Ordinary kids might think about it, but Zhong Lang doesn't think so. His first reaction was—what do his brothers and sisters want to do, the Zhong family belongs to him alone.
So he smiled at his mother: "Instead of trying to lie to me, mother should tell me the truth."
The mother's expression was suddenly ugly, and there was really not much intimacy between them, and there was no relationship between them. When Zhong Lang found out that this was his half-sister, he nodded and agreed to let her live in - there was no blood from the Zhong family on her body, and the Zhong family would not give her a dime. It's like having a dog and a cat, what's the difference
But what he didn't expect was that this younger sister liked to cling to him very much. When his father learned that his mother had brought his illegitimate daughter home, he immediately proposed to bring back his illegitimate son who was outside. In his opinion, this was only fair. Everyone was messing around outside. Come on, why can you and I can't
But one sentence from Zhong Lang made his father interrupt this idea. He said: You can take them with you, as long as they are not afraid that they will not survive for three days in this home.
He can do what he can say.
His father is a complete waste, with no ability or brains, and has lived under the shadow of his grandfather all his life, but Zhong Lang is different from this waste, he has shown an IQ beyond ordinary people at a young age, maybe Zhong Yue thinks this is Zhong Lang was protecting her, but Zhong Lang was only protecting his own interests - mother's illegitimate daughter and father's illegitimate child, these are two completely different concepts.
How Zhong Yue grew up, Zhong Lang didn't care at all, he had countless lessons to attend and things to learn every day, but Zhong Yue especially liked to pester him for a long time, even though Zhong Lang didn't bother to care about her , but in the end he also regards her as his so-called "relative"—although he has no concept of the word "relative" at all, but Zhong Yue always whispers in his ear, and he acquiesces.
So he felt that he was a very competent elder brother, at least he never owed Zhong Yue materially, until Zhong Yue came to him when he was twenty years old and asked him to destroy a starlet. Zhong Lang is dismissive of doing this kind of thing, he is neither honest nor kind, this is the contempt of the strong for bullying the weak.
But all of this changed beyond recognition when he saw Qing Huan's photo. No matter how much he denies it, he has to be honest with his heart—he wants this girl. It's a completely different feeling from raising a younger sister. Zhong Lang didn't spend as much time on Zhong Yue as he did on his dogs, but he wanted Qing Huan to be his own right from the first sight.
What he said to vent his anger on his sister was Zhong Yue's own thought, when did he say that? From the beginning to the end, all he did was to bring Qing Huan to his side.
But he was born in such a family, and he was destined to be so sick even to love someone.
He also didn't want to put on a gentle appearance, and he didn't want Qing Huan to fall in love with an illusion—but what should we do otherwise? Isn't it obvious that she would never like the real Zhong Lang
Qing Huan, who found out that she had been deceived, immediately proposed to break up, which was simply the fuse that ignited the madness in Zhong Lang's bones. He imprisoned such a red national goddess, and tried his best to make the world forget her. You have to ask him why, and the reason is very simple. I hope that this person belongs to him only, and no one else will see, know, or understand. All and all, it belongs to him. I can't see another person in my eyes, and I won't think about it in my heart. Even my soul is his trace.
The result of trying every means to transform her was that she would never like him again, and even wanted to escape. Zhong Lang couldn't remember how many times she had escaped, he couldn't count the number of times, and later he didn't even bother to think about why, even though she ran away, anyway, he could always find her, catch her, and possess her.
How could she escape from his palm? The few times he kept looking at her, let her play outside enough, and then brought her back to him. Therefore, when Zhong Lang found out that Qing Huan had really disappeared, one could imagine how furious he was.
She didn't have the ability to really escape from him, so someone must have helped her desperately. But what Zhong Lang didn't expect was that the one who helped Qing Huan escape was none other than Zhong Yue. Although she didn't admit it, even though Qing Huan didn't know about it, Zhong Lang still found out, and he told Zhong Yue with a smile: You'd better pray that I bring her back intact.
Otherwise, if he loses a single hair, he won't make it easy for Zhong Yue.
A dog you raised suddenly bit you one day, what should you do when this happens
After Zhong Lang said this, Zhong Yue's face turned pale. He knew right away that something was wrong, Zhong Yue was by no means a pure and lovely little angel, her scheming tricks seemed harmless to him, so he never bothered to care about her, but the tiger would also nap sometimes.
This time Qing Huan really didn't have to be afraid anymore, and he really couldn't bring her back.
In other words, he couldn't bring back the complete her.
Zhong Lang has never shed a tear in his life, he has always played with people's hearts with ease, and lived a life of being above everyone else in a violent and unscrupulous manner. He fell in love with a woman, loved her in this abnormal and sick way, and made fun of the pain he inflicted on her, until now he lost her.
Zhong Lang likes to be clean, he never let his hands get a drop of blood, but this time he personally cleaned her body, put her in a shroud, dressed her beautifully, and carried her to the bed.
Even if there is only a skeleton left, he will keep her.
Zhong Yue's fate was a million times more miserable than Qing Huan's, and Zhong Lang didn't know the ridiculous and stupid thoughts in her heart until this time. Why do you like him? She is just an illegitimate daughter from a humble family background. Thanks to his pity for a while, she has become as rich as she is today, but this is how she repays him
Qing Huan must be very afraid of pain, and Zhong Yue must be in more pain.
And when he opened his eyes and went back to many years ago, the first thing Zhong Lang did was to find Qing Huan, but the news he got was that there had never been such an actor, and no one had known her. At that moment, he probably thought that God does not only favor one person.
He found her and did nothing else, even forgetting that there is still a living Zhong Yue in this life.
Now when he sees Zhong Yue, he thinks of this person who has disappeared from his memory for decades. It is an eyesore, but how he died in the previous life, he will die again in this life.
The light from the window refracted into the room, spreading a patch on the floor, which just happened to cover up Zhong Lang's disturbing black eyes, like a beast dormant in the dark, guarding his own and guarding against others.
After Qing Huan combed her hair, Zhong Lang yelled that she was hungry and asked her to cook. She has always lived alone. Her parents divorced and no one took care of her. She was used to being disliked by her relatives. Good cooking. When she was cutting vegetables and cooking in the semi-open kitchen, Zhong Lang sat on the chair behind and watched her, staring at her, as if watching her for a hundred years would not be enough.
How can it be enough, if you like it, don't want it.
"...don't just sit there all the time." Qing Huan was burned by those two gazes, "Can you help me peel a potato?"
"certainly."
It's a pity that Zhong Lang knows everything, but he can't peel potatoes. And when he was peeling the potatoes, he was still looking at her half-heartedly, which caused a big hole in his thumb, and blood flowed out. Qing Huan hurried to find the first-aid kit for him to deal with, thinking that if he had known it earlier, he would take care of it. It doesn't cost that much.
Zhong Lang watched her clean the wound for himself, didn't feel any pain, but felt sweet in his heart, he looked at her snow-white neck exposed because he lowered his head, couldn't help but lowered his head and kissed her, scaring Qing Huan violently As soon as he raised his head, he knocked on his nose, and two tubes of nosebleed came down in an instant.
Zhong Lang stretched out his hand to wipe it, looking unhappy, he looked at the blood on his hand with disgust, Qing Huan was so frightened that he repeatedly apologized, and he held his shoulder: "Don't talk."
Probably because of his deep prestige, Qing Huan immediately closed his mouth, each command and each action, and it took a while to finish processing.
It is really unexpected that peeling a potato can cause such a tragedy.
So the two re-divided the work, Qing Huan continued to cook, and Zhong Lang returned to the chair and continued to watch her. This time Qing Huan pretended not to feel her sight, no matter how he looked at it, she acted as if there was no one around.
But when cooking, I still couldn't help thinking: He wasn't angry.
She thought he would, one time he rarely took her out, a child accidentally bumped into him when he passed by them, and rubbed some ice cream on Zhong Lang's suit pants, even though he told the child's parents It's okay, but Qing Huan can still feel his coldness.
Zhong Lang doesn't allow others to treat him badly, no one can hurt him, that's why he had a nosebleed just now, and Qing Huan's heart jumped into his throat, she really thought he would get angry, and then he would be like his last life Treat yourself that way.
But no.
She mechanized shredded potatoes, recalling Zhong Lang's way of treating herself and others over and over again. Then she lowered her head and looked at the kitchen knife in her hand. It was skewed an inch by accident, and it happened to be cut on the on the index finger.
Heartbreaking pain.
Zhong Lang saw that her movements were not right, so he got up and pushed the chair away and strode over. When he saw her hands were bleeding and opened his mouth, he criticized her, but when Qing Huan raised his head, his eyes were watery with tears, and he suddenly couldn't say anything. Came out, took her to find the first aid kit, took care of her like she did to herself just now, then pushed her to the chair and sat down, went to the chopping board and picked up the kitchen knife and began to chop vegetables clumsily—obviously his hand was also injured of.
For the first time, Qing Huan realized a fact very clearly: Zhong Lang seemed to really, really like her.