Back at the Ronghui Times Apartment, Rong Chun didn't go to Lin Jiashu directly, but returned to her own place. She just felt that she needed to think about it alone.
But someone obviously didn't want her to be clean, and Rong Yan's phone called: "Why did you run away just now?"
Rong Chun replied "Nothing" in a dull voice and hung up the phone.
Before long, the doorbell rang regularly.
She climbed out of bed, staggered to the door, and it was Lin Jiashu.
He still had some formal attire before, with a white shirt and cyan blue vertical striped trousers, his legs were straight and slender, the tie at the neckline had been loosely torn, and he was standing idle outside the door, his eyes seemed to be able to wear See her heart through the screen.
Rong Chun pursed his lips, opened the door, and asked dryly, "Why?"
Lin Jiashu closed the door, looked at her slumped look, raised her eyebrows and said, "In this case, shouldn't you chase me out immediately, and explain it to me in detail again, saying that it's all a misunderstanding?"
"… "
Rong Chun thought so for a moment. But she didn't want to worry about gains and losses like before, she just turned around and sat on the sofa, and continued to play with the electronic music tadpoles in her hand.
In the background music of the pitch-shifted version of Screaming Chicken, she interjected: "Since you all know, I won't say it."
"I still want to hear from you."
"Listen to me saying 'I like you'? Beautiful."
Lin Jiashu walked to the island in her home and got herself a glass of water to drink.
Rong Chun remembered and asked, "Why did you come to my house?"
Lin Jiashu is really brave, and he is not afraid to go in vertically and come out horizontally.
"Look at what you're doing. Sneaky, really didn't do a good job."
She tutted: "It's just a blind date, how can you say you didn't do a good job?"
Rong Chun thought about it later, she had nothing to feel guilty about. The relationship between the two was stuck there, and he couldn't control what she did.
"Then why are you in a bad mood?"
"You're not very good. Guess for yourself."
Lin Jiashu didn't think for a long time before saying, "Have you quarreled with your uncle?"
After a trip home, it became like this. She could only quarrel with Rong Shaohui. If it was Rong Yan, she would have scolded him long ago.
Rong Chun's fingers paused, thinking that he was really confused, which further confirmed his father's evaluation of him.
She rolled his eyes at him: "don't think about it, it's not because of you."
She slid back and forth on the keys of the electronic music tadpole, Lin Jiashu listened to her playing one good luck, and wanted to play another song, and finally got fed up with her torturing the ears of the two, and pulled her up: "Go, take me with you. You go to my house."
She stayed on the sofa and refused to leave: "I'm too lazy to move."
Lin Jiashu bent over and directly picked her up.
Rong Chun thought he would take her downstairs, but the elevator went straight to the underground garage.
Porsche drove all the way from the most prosperous streets of Yunling to the suburbs. The street scene has changed from towering and fashionable buildings to old buildings of almost the same height. Before that, Rong Chun had only seen this place while driving by.
"This is my old home."
Twenty minutes later, they got out of the car, and Lin Jiashu led her into a renovated residential building.
Although this place has nothing to do with 'tall', but Sheng is clean and tidy in the stairs, and the law and order looks good. In fact, this is the environment where more than 80% of the population of Yunling City lives.
Lin Jiashu said his house was on the fifth floor.
The floor is not too high, but there is no elevator in the old building. Rong Chun was out of breath when he climbed to the third floor. The remaining two floors did not move, and lay on Lin Jiashu's back.
He gently supported her and walked the remaining steps on her back.
He has replaced the access control here with a combination lock. Rong Chun watched him lose his birthday, and the door was opened.
It's quiet inside. Because someone has been cleaning it for a long time, it's also very clean and tidy, and no dust can be seen anywhere.
Fortunately, the room is not soundproof, and the locomotives passing by the street outside occasionally rumble.
His bedroom is relatively small, but the desk is large, with many textbooks placed on it, and a photo frame stands in the middle of the bookshelf.
"I don't seem to have ever told you about my family."
Rong Chun took the mineral water that he handed over. She was a little thirsty, and she nodded after drinking the water.
She always felt that this was an unforgettable past for him. So never asked, never actively investigated - it was a breeze for her.
Lin Jiashu looked around, thinking of some ordinary and trivial memories more than ten years ago.
He set his eyes on the distant horizon outside the window, and quickly retracted: "My mother died by suicide."
Rong Chun paused for a moment and stared at him blankly, the mineral water bottle in his hand creaked, and after a while, he quickly said, "You don't have to say it if you don't want to. I don't have to listen."
He patted the hair on top of her head soothingly, and sat side by side with her: "She found out that my dad cheated on her good friend, Yuwei's mother, and was hit by a car during the quarrel between the two. Later, I Mom left the house until the police found her by the sea."
Lin Jiashu's family is not rich, but he is not worried about food and clothing. His father died in the line of duty when he was in elementary school. When his mother was sorting out his belongings, he found some clues - he sent a lot of money to Yang Qing on and off.
She went to her friends to ask, only to find out that Yang Yuwei was their daughter.
According to the surveillance video provided by the police, she strode away from a store, and Yang Qing chased after her. After a few quarrels, her mother pushed Yang Qing away.
She didn't stand up properly and fell off the sidewalk. The driver of a truck behind her was driving after drinking, mistaking the brake for the accelerator, and stepped on it.
The scene was bloody. The crowd roared uncomfortably, and only the stiff back of the mother stood on the side of the street.
Yang Qing lost most of his leg, and the other leg could not be used any more. Part of his internal organs were damaged, but he still managed to save his life.
The main responsibility lies with the drunk driver, but Yang Qing's brother Ji Feng insists that Mama Lin did it on purpose.
The long lawsuits were fought over and over again. Mom was physically and mentally exhausted, she had nightmares every night, and her work at school had to stop. Later, in order not to affect the child, she did not sleep at home, but moved to a hotel. On the day the verdict came down, her cell phone couldn't get through.
Lin Jiashu was in the first year of junior high at that time, and every day he heard footsteps approaching the door in the corridor, he had to lie on the cat's eye to see if she was back.
But just wait for the police to come to the door.
Some people say that she committed suicide out of fear of crime, some people say that Xiaosan deserves it, and it's not her fault.
But more often, the law only protects everything within the scope of the law, and beyond that, there is nothing anyone can do.
What the truth is no longer matters. All Lin Jiashu knew was that her mother was no longer by her side, and the high medical expenses owed to Yang Qing still needed to be repaid.
The driver who caused the accident was a poor man. After he was imprisoned, Ji Feng took someone to his home and removed all the valuables...
During that time, summer had just come, but thirteen-year-old Lin Jiashu never felt the heat again.
Lin Jiashu looked at the photos of her mother before her death on the bookshelf, and remembered her ashes in the last period of her life. At that time, she was too busy to take care of herself, and the burden of life and emotions overwhelmed all her pride.
"So, for so many years, I've paid off the debt for Yuwei and the others."
There were drops of water on the back of her hands and her nails stuck in her palms. She forced herself to remain calm, but she couldn't hide the choked sobbing in her voice: "Why... this has nothing to do with you."
"It has nothing to do with me, but... I don't want my mother to be blamed for intentional murder after her death. They want money, and I can give it."
But they can only benefit from him alone.
He sighed silently: "So you see, whether it was before or now, I'm not a very good partner. If I had a daughter, I wouldn't let her be with someone like me. So what your father said at the beginning , I agree."
In agreeing to Rong Shaohui's request, it was more that Lin Jiashu's selfishness prevailed - this was the only chance to be with Rong Chun, if it was missed, he and she would never have an intersection.
Between touching and letting go, he still lost to himself.
The author has something to say: Classmates, I am too stuck. I have been thinking about it for a long time. I plan to stop it for a while, and the next update will release the ending at one time.
It’s not impossible to write hard every day, but as you can see, the quality is not good. (Although not guaranteed to be well written in the future :)
About two weeks or so, the text may be revised in the middle, but there will be no major changes.
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