The farce didn't last long. Just when Dong Ci was at a loss as to what to do, Jing Rong appeared from the other end of the corridor.
He didn't care about the two people who were getting intimate, and walked directly forward and pulled An Chengfeng back a few steps by his collar.
Jing Rong's expression was indifferent, and she didn't know what she said to him. Then she saw An Chengfeng glance hurriedly in Dong Ci's direction, hold Chen Wanwan's hand and leave from the other side.
"Aren't you coming out yet?" Seeing An Chengfeng leave, Jing Rong took a few steps closer to Dong Ci. He leaned against the wall, tilted his chin, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly. "Xiao Ci, come out, don't let me come looking for you."
'Do you want to go out? '
Dong Ci asked Yan Ningshuang, who was stunned, with her mouth. Seeing that she ignored him, she could only walk out slowly.
"See it all?"
When Dong Ci approached, Jing Rong grabbed her wrist. He pulled her closer to him, and reached out to tuck her broken hair behind her ears.
Dong Ci licked his dry lips, glanced back unconsciously, and answered unnaturally.
Her little movements were clearly visible. He narrowed his eyes slightly, followed her gaze back as if nothing had happened, and then smiled.
"Let's go." There is no need to stay here at this time.
Jing Rong dragged Dong Ci out of the bar, but rapid footsteps came from behind. Dong Ci looked back in confusion and saw Yan Ningshuang.
"Jingrong!"
Yan Ningshuang's expression was indifferent. She caught up with Jing Rong in a few steps, walked up to him and asked him coldly. "How long have you known about An Chengfeng and Chen Wanwan?"
"How long has it been?"
Seeing Yan Ningshuang, Jing Rong didn't show the slightest surprise on her face, as if she had already known that she would come to find him. He sneered disdainfully, put his arm on Dong Ci's shoulders, and asked sarcastically. "How long do you think it's been?"
"I'm asking you!" Yan Ningshuang lost control of her emotions. She scratched her hair angrily, her fingertips trembling.
Dong Ci felt the arm holding her tighten a little, and when he looked up, he saw Jing Rong's cold profile. Realizing that she was looking at him, Jing Rong lowered his eyes and smiled at her, but Dong Ci felt uneasy inexplicably.
"You have looked down on Chen Wanwan since you were a child, but An Chengfeng has loved to play with her since you were a child."
"Now you ask me when An Chengfeng fell in love with her, how do you want me to answer you?"
Jing Rong's voice was clear and clear. He looked at the pale Yan Ningshuang with cold eyes and a cold smile on his lips. "An Chengfeng doesn't like you. He has never liked you. Ever since he was a child, the person he liked was Chen Wanwan."
"Are you satisfied with this answer?"
"Jing Rong..." Dong Ci reached out and pulled Jing Rong, trying to stop him from continuing.
It was uncomfortable for her to hear this as a bystander, let alone Yan Ningshuang who had just experienced the stimulation.
"I do not believe."
Yan Ningshuang opened her eyes wide, and raised her chin stubbornly in order to prevent tears from falling. "If he didn't like me, why did he agree to this marriage in the first place?"
"Did he agree?"
Jing Rong tilted his head, blinked and said. "Ningshuang, please think about it carefully. Has An Chengfeng ever liked you at all except disgust?"
This was probably the most heartbreaking sentence that Yan Ningshuang had ever heard since she was a child.
She closed her eyes slightly, recalling all the times she had spent with An Chengfeng in her mind, but she still couldn't hold back the tears and broke down.
"You are too arrogant. Even if you see that An Chengfeng doesn't like you, you are still unwilling to accept that he will like Chen Wanwan, who you have looked down on since childhood."
"But so what? If he doesn't like you, he just doesn't like you. No matter what you do, he won't like you."
"No! Stop talking!"
Yan Ningshuang's straight back finally bent down. She squatted on the ground and cried loudly, no longer as proud as before. Dong Ci looked distressed, and just as he was about to walk over, Jing Rong pushed him back.
"Leave her alone."
Jing Rong poked her little face and said with a smile. "She is such a proud person, and the last thing she wants is to let others see her vulnerable side. If you go now, you will only be pushed away by her."
When Jing Rong pulled Dong Ci past her, Yan Ningshuang, who was still crying, suddenly stopped crying. She glanced at Jing Rong first, then looked at Dong Ci fiercely, and spoke word by word. "Jingrong, one day Dong Ci will cry worse than me."
"At that time, I wonder if you will still be as indifferent as you are today!"
Dong Ci didn't understand the meaning of Yan Ningshuang's words, but she felt that Jing Rong hugged her so hard that it hurt her.
The corners of his mouth that were still hooked slightly pursed, and Jing Rong's dark eyes looked down at the people on the ground coldly, hesitating about the flowers blooming in the dark night, and he suddenly smiled.
"Yan Ningshuang..." Jingrong called her name lightly.
"I advise you, you'd better stay out of my business. Otherwise, I can't guarantee that I will do something bad."
“…”
After that, Yan Ningshuang didn't come to class for a whole week. When she came back, she changed her position and no longer sat with An Chengfeng.
An Chengfeng looked calm and watched her move away with stacks of textbooks. His face looked a little tired, as if he was tired, and finally he simply lay down on the table and closed his eyes.
"Let me help you."
Dong Ci saw Yan Ningshuang's hand slipping while holding the textbooks, and quickly reached out to help her grab some and help her move her things.
'Snapped-'
A red leather book slipped down and the pages were scattered. Dong Ci bent down to help her pick it up, but was stunned after seeing the words on it clearly.
"Funny." Yan Ningshuang picked up the notebook with an expressionless face, as if she wanted to smile, but the corners of her mouth were very stiff. She tugged on Dong Ci's clothes and whispered. "Come to the rooftop with me."
"Okay." Even proud people have a fragile side in their hearts, and everyone is no exception.
Dong Ci is not nosy, and she has no interest in listening to other feelings, but she always has a special affection for Yan Ningshuang, and she can't even see her sad.
"I have made it clear to my family that the marriages arranged by the older generation do not count, and An Chengfeng and I will never have anything to do with each other in the future."
After the two arrived at the rooftop, Yan Ningshuang leaned on the railing and blew in the wind for a while. She lit a cigarette and took a deep puff. The smoke spread towards Dong Ci, choking her and making her cough.
"Squeamish."
Yan Ningshuang glanced at her with disdain, then pointed to another place with a cigarette between her fingertips. "Don't stand in the wind, come here."
"Why are you still smoking?"
Dong Ci couldn't smell the smoke, so she fanned the tip of her nose with her hand and stared at her smoking.
"What's wrong with smoking? Your Jingrong smokes every day, why don't you care about him?" Yan Ningshuang squinted her eyes and blew out a circle of smoke. As the cigarette rod became shorter and shorter, the expression on her face became much more relaxed. .
Knowing that she was in a bad mood, Dong Ci didn't want to argue with her, but just said something in a low voice. "I only saw him smoke once."
Yan Ningshuang was stunned for a moment, looked at her inquiringly, and finally said angrily. "Then he really loves you."
After finishing her cigarette, Yan Ningshuang threw the book she was holding on the ground. She stepped on it a few times, leaving a few black shoe prints.
"What Jing Rong said that day was really heartbreaking, but after the pain passed, I woke up." After finishing, she knelt down and picked up the book, opened it and flipped through it.
Pages of sketched portraits and rows of densely packed fonts appeared and disappeared as she turned the pages. This book recorded all her emotions towards An Chengfeng.
Yan Ningshuang blinked, but she couldn't help but let a tear escape from her eyes. She sniffed, and without hesitation, she tore the book in half.
"I am a person who can take things up and let them go. Although feelings are hard to break, I will try my best to never like An Chengfeng again."
'Pa—' A weak flame jumped out of the lighter, and the flame expanded rapidly as it approached the book. Yan Ningshuang threw the notebook swallowed by the flames on the ground and clapped her hands in a pretentious manner. "It's okay now, all my dark history has been destroyed by me."
'Yan Ningshuang likes An Chengfeng. '
'An Chengfeng is mine. '
'An Chengfeng will definitely like me'
'An Chengfeng, he will like me, right? '
Dong Ci's eyes were brightened by the orange firelight. She thought of one of the pages she just saw, and felt unbearably sour. Somehow, she reached out and hugged Yan Ningshuang and whispered. "It doesn't matter, everything will pass."
"you… "
Yan Ningshuang was frightened by her actions. She froze and reached out to push Dong Ci away. After her fingers touched her clothes, she stopped moving.
"Dong Ci, you are an idiot."
Yan Ningshuang was unforgiving, but she buried her face in her shoulder. She rubbed it gently and sighed. "Xiao Ci, do you know why I said that to Jing Rong that day?"
Dong Ci couldn't remember what was going on and asked confusedly. "What day are you talking about?"
"That's the day you said you would cry even worse than me one day." Yan Ningshuang pushed her away in disgust and nodded her head fiercely.
"You are so stupid, stupid and kind-hearted. People like you will be eaten by Jing Rong sooner or later, and you won't even have a chance to stand up!"
Dong Ci's eyes trembled, and he ignored her words.
Sooner or later? How could she remember that when she first met Jing Rong, she was eaten to death by him
"I was in such a mess that day, and he dared to stab me so much." She became angry when she thought about it. If she hadn't known that she was no match for Jing Rong, she would have wanted to go up and give him a few slaps.
She took a deep breath and smiled instantly when she saw Dong Ci still looking at her in confusion. "Dong Ci, let me tell you, even if someone like Jing Rong likes you, sooner or later he will hurt you because of his personality."
"One day you will cry harder than me. When the time comes, I want to see if he can still be so calm and calm."
Although she said that, Yan Ningshuang's brows did not open. She was afraid that Dong Ci didn't understand what she meant, so she hesitated and added another sentence. "I advise you to leave him as soon as possible, otherwise you will regret it sooner or later."
The weather seems to be getting colder and colder, and in a blink of an eye, a new winter is about to begin.
Dong Ci was chilled by the wind on the rooftop and couldn't help tightening her clothes.
Time passed so fast, she blinked, as if she still remembered the scene when she first met Jingrong last year.
“…”
When winter has completely arrived, Cima's shop is basically decorated. She took the 'Lao Dong's Home Cooking' sign off the store door and replaced it with a brand new one.
'Dong Song Family', Dong Ci looked at this new brand in a daze, and did not come back to his senses until his loving mother took a picture.
"What about this name? Xiao Wang said that the previous name was too vulgar, so it could only attract adults. Children as old as you are not willing to come to a place like this to eat."
"It sounds pretty good." This name was chosen by Ci's mother and Ci's father together. Now that the store has been decorated to look like what they imagined, the name has naturally come up.
very nice.
Dong Ci looked at the store that was about to be renovated and her loving mother's smiling face, and her heart felt much softer.
No matter what, as long as the loving mother is happy.
The final finishing work of the shop was done by Dong Ci and Ci's mother together. Perhaps because she was sweating a little while working, Dong Ci took off her coat, but she caught a cold the next day.
The areas where there was water on the ground were already frozen, and Dong Ci regretted not wearing a scarf when going out today. As she rode her bicycle, the cold wind blew into her neck. By the time she reached the classroom, her whole body was already freezing.
Jing Rong came to school less and less often. At first, she came every day, but now she doesn't come every once in a while. Dong Ci didn't care. She remembered clearly what Yan Ningshuang said to her that day. The less he came, the happier she would be.
Maybe as time goes by, his interest in him will become less and less.
"Why are you not happy to see me here?"
When Dong Ci entered the classroom and saw the scene sitting in her seat, most of her good mood for the day disappeared instantly. Her expression darkened, and she slowly moved to her seat. Such a subtle change still caught Jing Rong's attention.
Jing Rong stretched out his hand to pull her cheek, but it was cold to the touch. He frowned, but before he could say anything, Dong Ci sneezed.
No matter how much she protects herself, she will catch a cold in winter, and Dong Ci is used to it. She rubbed her nose and took out a large roll of paper and began to wipe her nose.
There was a window next to where she was sitting, and there was a door not far behind her. Even though they were closed tightly, there was still cold wind pouring in. Dong Ci hid his neck in his clothes, thinking that tomorrow would Wear a scarf.
Just as she was thinking about this, a warm scarf was already wrapped around Dong Ci's neck. She looked up at the man who was tying the scarf for her, and was a little surprised.
"Don't take it off." Seeing Dong Ci wearing his scarf, a dark light flashed in the depths of Jing Rong's eyes. He reached out and stroked the embroidery on the scarf, smiling inexplicably.
This is an off-white scarf, made of soft material, with Jing Rong's unique aura. With it, Dong Ci's body naturally felt a lot warmer.
The scarf is simple, with only one decoration at the end. Dong Ci stared at the embroidery on the scarf that Jing Rong was touching and found that it still had the same fancy patterns she had seen last time. She couldn't help but pick up the scarf to see what it was.