It was too dark that night, I didn't see Qin Lang clearly, but now I can.
He is dressed in a gray suit and looks very energetic. He used to be the focus of the crowd. He is smart and has a certain charisma. He looks like the protagonist of both good and evil in romance novels that girls love to read. Now he has faded away. Youthful, looks extraordinarily bold.
Some people know at a glance whether it can be a big deal, and Qin Lang must be a positive example. He is really capable of going from a hairy boy with no background to being able to attend the banquets of the upper class today.
He came straight at me, and I had to greet him awkwardly, "Hi".
The atmosphere was eerie.
I could only walk to the wine table and fill my empty glass with champagne. Qin Lang followed, took a look and said, "Have you learned to drink?"
"Is it strange?"
After having a meeting experience, I felt like I was given a vaccination. Even if the inside was a mess, the outside was still watertight.
"It's not good to drink on an empty stomach," Qin Lang took my wine glass away, and then changed a drink, "I think you should be sober enough now and have time to talk to me."
"No, we don't know each other well, and we don't have anything to talk about."
Qin Lang was stunned for a moment, then chuckled lightly, and took a step closer to me: "Lin Xian, you know that I have a good memory, so I can find out one thing by one, and let you judge whether we are familiar with each other."
I'm a little pissed off, is it so fun to revisit old things
I said lightly: "Mr. Qin, this is my parents' banquet, this is my Lin Yuan, and this is my home. I hope you have some self-consciousness as a guest."
Qin Lang put the wine glass on the table, and his eyes seemed to be able to dig into my internal organs: "I remember, you said that your home is my home."
After choking my breath, I turned my face away in a hurry, and my whole body felt as uncomfortable as it was on fire. His words are like reheating a cup of herbal tea, making the leaves that sink to the bottom rise again.
He was right, he had a very good memory, it was an accepted fact.
He never sleeps in class, and the new books are the same as when they were just released, but he always comes first in exams, and teachers love and hate him. Once the math teacher punished him and punished him for not being able to memorize the 100th place after π and forbid him to sit down.
Everyone was shocked.
What's even more terrifying is that at a certain moment on a certain day, a certain person can remember clearly what he was wearing, what he did, what he said, and what he said. So they never took Qin Lang with them when they played cards in private, because his card recording was like cheating.
I once secretly checked it, and I felt that it was a kind of hyperamnesia, and I felt that he was more like a legend.
I said that to him when I was a sophomore and a senior in high school.
The sports student from the next class bullied a little girl in our class and slammed into Qin Lang's hands. Just as Qin Lang was in a bad mood that day, he repaired him. The sports student can't beat his mouth, but he is very powerful: "Qin Lang, you are an orphan with no father or mother! Wild breed!"
At that time, I was the only one who heard it. Qin Lang didn't have any expression on his face, but I felt very sad for him. I hurried up to cover his ears and looked terrified.
Then I said to him, "Qin Lang, from now on, my home will be yours, and you are not an orphan."
Hearing this, he didn't react any more, just took my hand off and turned away. Now I understand that he doesn't really mind at all, and doesn't care what I say.
Memories don't match reality, and if I can corrode it, I'd rather use a whole bottle of sulfuric acid.
I looked at him sideways and smiled: "Mr. Qin has a good memory, but unfortunately, I don't remember."
The violin at the banquet began to talk about the last piece of music, "Going Home". After I heard it, I immediately got up and wanted to walk away. Naturally, he stopped him and said in a sophisticated tone: "You still want to run away for a while. Second-rate?"
"Mr. Qin, please pay attention to your words, run away? Why should I run away? The banquet is over, you should leave. "
"Then come with me," he said firmly, "now."
I really didn't bother to pay attention to him, and was thinking about what to say when Li Xingchen came over to help me: "Lin Xian, your mother is looking for you."
After he said that, he took a step forward, pulled me behind him, and looked at Qin Lang unfriendly.
It was a perfect invitation. For the first time, I felt that my mother and Li Xingchen became cute. No matter how rude Qin Lang was, he knew the priorities. Regardless of whether my posture is good or not, I went up the stairs in three steps and two steps. When I reached the last section, I coldly ordered to evict guests: "Xingchen, please take Mr. Qin out of the house, personally."
Walking in the corridor, when no one was there, I let out a long sigh of relief. When I took off my suit jacket, I realized that my back was covered in sweat. Now that I have calmed down, I feel cold.
Lan Wan was sitting in the dressing room unloading her jewelry. When I entered the door, she had just removed her expensive pearl necklace. She saw me in the mirror and didn't even turn around: "Sit down."
I looked around and there was no other stool except the one under her butt, and I didn't bother to remind her, so I said, "Just stand."
Naturally, she didn't insist, and said straight to the point: "You have seen the daughter of the Shen family, and you think so. Your father and I think she is good."
Suddenly, the alarm bell rang in his mind, and his eyes became sharp.
I closed my eyes and thought about it for a long time, but I couldn't remember which Yingying Yanyan was the daughter of the Shen family, so I replied, "Oh, yes? Where do you think she is good?"
Only then did Lan Wan turn around and put her arms around her chest. She was clearly sitting, but she looked condescending: "What do you think? No matter where you look, she is perfect. The Shen family's parents are also very satisfied with us, you young people. Wherever you are, it will always be fine.”
Evil comes from the guts. The smell of the overly expensive perfume in the dressing room makes me feel sick. I can put what other people say in my left ear and right out, but what my mother said made me feel like I was stuck in muddy water from head to toe. The same, everywhere feels dirty.
"Mother, you also said that the Shen family's parents are satisfied with you, not with me. Will your own misfortune continue to me?"
"How dare you talk to me like that!" She frowned like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. "We did this for your own good. You've been out for a few years and you've been stubborn, haven't you? Huh?"
I want to vomit.
Are we doing this for your own good? Strange, no one is me, who knows
"Mother, don't impose things that you hate yourself on me. I'm not a tool you use to marry, even if you are a mother, I will give you the respect you should give, and you should give me the necessary freedom. As for the Shen family, My daughter, if you really like it so much, I can tolerate her a lot when I take it over as my daughter."
She was so angry that she threw the pearl earrings to the ground, and the pearl rolled around, not knowing which corner it slipped into. Her slender eyebrows were raised high, and then suddenly the arrogance disappeared a little, the corner of her mouth twitched fiercely, and her yin and yang anger: "You refuse, are you still thinking about men?"
Seeing that I didn't answer, she went too far, her expression turned hideous, as if she was about to tear my face off: "Are you disgusting? How many years have you not corrected yourself? Are you going to lose the face of the Lin family? It's not enough to be mad at your grandma, do you still want to be mad at me now?!"
A heart-piercing sentence, three knives and six holes were stabbed in the body, and the knives were blood. She can mention anything, just mentioning my grandmother, which hit me in the heart.
This is a scar that I don't dare to open myself. How could she tear it open so mercilessly, then sprinkle salt on it one by one, and laugh at me for crying out for pain
Clenching his fists, he raised his head: "I believe that your life is very hard and you won't die. Since you said that you will get better if you stay there, why don't you have a good relationship with your father? Five years, are you getting better? If one day I see you all respecting each other, maybe I will come here 'normally'."
"roll!"
"Pa---" She threw a bottle of perfume over and hit me just above my brow bone. The perfume was sprinkled on half of my shoulders. get hot.
It was an unhappy break up again, and there was always a dead end between me and my mother. LC