An expression of displeasure and sternness appeared on the handsome face under the mask of the red-faced fangs, secretly hidden under the mask.
Rong Ting circled his fingers impatiently, feeling an unspeakable irritability in his heart.
He didn't want to hear every word that Yang said.
But his ears perked up, and he didn't want to miss a word.
Jiang Rao seemed to have received a blow to the head, and couldn't recover for a long time.
Marriage... She is more than two years away from Jiji, what kind of marriage, what kind of marriage, what kind of marriage
It is too early!
Jiang Rao frowned slightly.
Small bridges with flowing water, dim lights, and hazy light and shadows reflect the beauty's brows that are frowning like a painting. Yang Xiuzhu was stupefied for a moment, and there was an undisguised amazement in his eyes.
He said softly: "I don't know if Xiaosheng can go with the girl tonight?"
A few days ago, he was buying medicine for his younger sister. When he passed her family's carriage on the street of the medical hall, he happened to see her lift the curtain and look out.
a glimpse,
Never forget.
Even if she is not ready yet, he can wait as long as the marriage can be settled first.
Today, his father went to test his tone on his behalf, but Jiang Siye declined politely.
He doesn't give up.
I heard that Fourth Master Jiang loves his daughter very much, if he wins her favor first, the marriage may go smoothly.
Tonight, he thought that she might come to Zhuque Bridge to set up Kongming lanterns, and waited here early, but he didn't expect that she actually waited.
After Yang Xiuzhu finished speaking in a gentle voice, his eyes were full of expectation.
Rong Ting pressed his chin into a sharp line.
The breath held in his heart was even more unbearable, and the hand on the side of the wheelchair almost broke the wooden arm support.
In Rong Ting's character, there has always been a bit of morbid madness.
But he has always been able to control himself very well, rarely showing his emotions, until now—
A scorching fire ignited in his heart, burning, breaking the string of reason, making his heart flustered and unable to control himself.
He narrowed his eyes.
In the long glass-colored eyes, thick clouds of depression and savagery have accumulated, hiding aggression.
Like a little leopard defending its territory.
Jiang Rao was still frowning.
She met him just now, and he invited her to go with him, but her instinctive reaction was to refuse.
Jiang Rao shook her head at Yang Xiuzhu, and was about to speak, but Yang Xiuzhu said before she refused, "It's really hard for you, a little girl, to push this wheelchair. Why don't Xiaosheng walk with you and push the wheelchair for you."
After he finished speaking, he bowed his hands and saluted like an elegant literati.
What he said was that he wanted to help others, but his posture was very low, and his etiquette was so considerate that even if Jiang Rao wanted to reject him, he couldn't bear to say harsh words, so he smiled apologetically at him.
There was a click.
The arm rest finally cracked.
The wheelchair slipped out of the hands of Jiang Rao and Yang Xiuzhu suddenly.
Rong Ting turned back, pressed the arm rest with his big palm, controlled the wheelchair by himself, and walked forward.
Under the mask, the jade face was gloomy, and the eyes were also dark.
The back is full of thorns.
Jiang Rao raised her foot and chased after him.
He was obviously angry.
It was she who was negligent and only focused on talking to Yang Xiuzhu, letting his hand rest on his wheelchair for so long must have offended him.
It’s like in a dream that once she served him to take a bath in the soup pool, a young boy who had just come to work as a helper saw her pushing the wheelchair out, and came to help her without saying a word, took her hand to help push the wheelchair, which made him furious angry.
If she hadn't knelt down to beg him that time, the little helper might have died.
Even though she pleaded, his face was as cold as the night before the storm in the next few days, and within a few days, the little helper was fired.
Jiang Rao hurriedly caught up with Rong Ting's wheelchair.
Seeing his slender fingers clenched the crossbar on the wheelchair, his veins bulged. I don't know if it was because pushing the wheelchair on the slope was too hard, or because he was too angry.
But looking at the way he hangs his head with a mask on, it has nothing to do with pleasure.
She was nervous for a moment, completely oblivious to the fact that even though Rong Ting was holding the toys she bought in her arms, she was still able to pull them out.
Yang Xiuzhu's concerned voice came from behind, "Girl, are you all right?"
Fearing that Yang Xiuzhu would suddenly come over again and kindly help with bad things, Jiang Rao turned back to stop him with a bitter face and said, "Young Master Yang, don't come over."
Because of his impatience, he seemed to be reprimanded.
Across the crowd, there was an invisible boundary with Yang Xiuzhu.
Yang Xiuzhu paused in embarrassment and awkwardness.
Rong Ting stretched his fingers.
The corners of the lips curled up secretly.
As soon as Jiang Rao's words came out, Fang realized that his tone was a bit serious just now.
She calmed down, "Thank you, Mr. Yang."
The corner of the raised mouth suddenly retracted.
"But you and I met for the first time today, so we don't need to go together."
Jiang Rao said to Yang Xiuzhu with a serious and polite tone.
Jiang Rao is still pretty serious.
Although Mr. Yang in front of him had a gentle and refined appearance, he mentioned his marriage with her as soon as he came up.
Even if her father was there and the marriage failed, she still felt awkward no matter how she looked at him, and she felt awkward staying with him.
After she finished speaking, she saluted Yang Xiuzhu and pushed Rong Ting away.
As a well-known talent in Yecheng, Yang Xiuzhu has always been the one to be admired and pursued, his eyes are high above the top, and he has never put any girl in his eyes.
Today was the first time he chased someone else, but he got frustrated.
Yang Xiuzhu looked up at the back of Jiang Rao leaving.
Her figure was mixed with the crowds on the bridge, her gait and demeanor were excellent, her temperament was extremely eye-catching, and she was well-bred at a glance.
The frustration in his heart disappeared a bit, and he lowered his head and smiled again.
I thought that I was rejected, but it should be.
A girl from a good family would not immediately agree to a casual invitation from someone she met for the first time.
It was because he was too impatient and abrupt.
…
As soon as he turned around, Yang Xiuzhu saw his direct sister Yang Qi'an looking at him angrily.
Yang Qian'an pursed his lips, his face was extremely ugly, and he was out of breath, apparently he had just found his brother.
Her tone was not kind, and her mouth was pouted, "Did brother come out to find that woman?"
Her brother never participated in these festivals, and it was the first time he came out today, it must be for the girl he fancy!
But Yang Qi'an was unwilling.
She has promised to the little sisters in the circle of noble girls in Yecheng, whoever makes her happy, she will help that person connect with her brother.
She just wanted to choose a sister-in-law who was right for her.
"Pray for peace!" Yang Xiuzhu's face turned cold, "Be more respectful in your tone."
Yang Qi'an stomped his feet, "Huh! I don't want her to be my sister-in-law!"
…
On the Zhuque Bridge, Kongming lanterns rose one after another.
Unexpectedly, the more you push it up, the less effort you expend. When you reach the bridge, Jiang Rao stops and blocks two stones under the wheel.
After taking the Kongming Lantern handed by Ming Shao, after pasting it, he handed the note to Rong Ting, who asked Rong Ting to write his wish on the note, and then bowed his head and wrote his own.
She wrote every stroke, first asking for the safety of her parents and family, asking for the prosperity of the family and not falling into decline, and then asking herself not to be reduced to slavery in the future, not wanting to be someone else's slave. In 2010, I wanted to learn the Precepts for Disciplining Women. I heard that it was very boring, so I also wrote the article of not learning the Precepts for Disciplining Women.
The little note was filled to the brim by her greedy little one.
She tied the note into the Kongming lantern, turned to look at Rong Ting, but saw that he hadn't moved a word, and asked curiously, "Why don't you write?"
Rong Ting frowned.
The suffocation in his heart has not yet dissipated.
In her mind, she recalled the smile she gave to that surnamed Yang just now.
Good-looking and ugly. There was a sulky feeling in his heart that he could not vent, and he tightened his fingers, feeling that his anger was inexplicable, and said gloomily, "Go and put on your lamp first."
Through the mask, Jiang Rao couldn't see his face, only heard his voice was a little deep, and his mood was a little bit wrong.
Jiang Rao didn't ask, but pouted, picked up the pen again, and stuffed another line of small characters on the already filled paper.
—[Make him treat me nicer].
After she finished writing, she stood up, lit the wick in the Kongming lantern, lay down on the side of the bridge, and let go of her hand.
She raised her small chin and looked at her Kongming lantern longingly, watching it fly into the sky and become a point like a firefly in the night sky.
Unexpectedly, the wind was blown by a sudden gust of wind, and it fell straight into the river under the Zhuque Bridge. The candle was soaked by the water and went out.
The bright light in Jiang Rao's eyes followed suit and went out.
She felt a little uncomfortable in her heart, drooped her head listlessly, but explained to herself: "It's all right."
She sniffed in the cold wind, her white neck was like a crushed lotus leaf, her head was lowered, "I am too greedy, I have too many desires to write, and it is too heavy."
The next moment, a piece of paper was stuffed into his hand.
When she looked up at Rong Ting, he was looking away, only to let her see the side face under the mask, with a clear and beautiful jawline.
She was stunned, and Rong Ting said: "You can use my Kongming lantern."
"But if my wish is written on this paper, what about your wish?"
His voice was so low that it sounded hoarse, "It's already written."
But the paper is blank!
Jiang Rao was stunned for a moment.
Does he mean that he has no desire
Just when she was thinking wildly and hadn't figured it out, she heard him say: "Write yours, and mine will be written."
…
Jiang Rao understood for a while, and felt that what he said seemed to say that her wish was his, just like...
It was like being stunned by surprise.
She didn't forget to follow the original direction, the abuse he would treat her in the future, but now he actually gave her the chance to make a wish, kind and generous, this is a side she never expected to see in him.
The Kongming lantern was lit again, and this time, everything was stable, and it rose into the air smoothly.
Jiang Rao smiled, turned her head and said to Rong Ting: "I am not greedy this time, the wish I wrote is to pray for the safety of my family and you."
Rong Ting suddenly realized the moment he saw her bright smile.
Understand where the inexplicable place is.
She smiled at him, which was right.
Only towards him is right.
…
However, Rong Ting lowered his eyes desolately, looking at his two legs.
She smiled at him, she was kind to him, she just pitied him.
Jiang Rao watched the Kongming lantern disappear into a small golden spot, and said joyfully, "Let's go guess the lantern riddles together."
At this moment, a voice beside him said, "Isn't this Miss Jiang?"
The old doctor in the hospital was beside them.
He glanced at Jiang Rao and Rong Ting.
Although Rong Ting was wearing a mask, the old doctor had treated him and saw the wheelchair, so he recognized him immediately.
He looked at Jiang Rao, then at Rong Ting, as if he had confirmed a certain guess in his heart, a teasing smile appeared on his face, and he said: "Miss Jiang, and your favorite little man, come and put the lanterns on." Already?"
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