The skin, the rust smell enters the stomach from the tip of the tongue.
He raised his legs, straddled Cheng Hanliang, and rubbed his already wet muddy lower body against the other side until it was hot and rough again, and then sat down as if he had deliberately abused himself, making his face pale in pain.
"I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you..."
He twisted his buttocks, throwing away all his shame and restraint, and showed a fascinated look, shouting these three words over and over again, Cheng Hanliang held his face and licked his pain.
"I hate you!"
"Well, I love you."
"I hate you!"
"I love you."
"I hate you."
"I love you."
…
Every time Li Langyu said a word, Cheng Hanliang replied, as if it would never end. Their relationship was so intertwined that it became an immortal rotten tree. The moon outside was particularly round, illuminating every household. It's just a small piece of land, and this rotten tree is not worth mentioning, but if this feeling is taken away, it will be heartbreaking pain.
A week later, He Huaichuan left from Peiping. Qinchun Garden demolished the Feng family's plaque and temporarily returned to the public family. The heavy rain was finally over, and the cicadas could be heard again. The weather was getting hotter and hotter, Yue Qiao happily ran into the hall of the house and shouted in all directions: "Fourth Master, Uncle, Miss is back!"
[Volume 5. Early retirement soldiers see a good year]
Chapter forty two
Li Langyu knew about Cheng Lan's return ten days ago, but even so, he still seemed to be not ready for anything. The fact came unexpectedly.
Cheng Lan brought back the gift from Master Suzhen, Yue Qiao was happy, Xiao Ye was happy, Xu Ma was relieved, butler Zhang was all smiles, everyone was in a good mood, only Li Langyu, like a nail stuck in the wrong place, I don't know how to face it .
Cheng Hanliang went to Nanjing, and Cheng Lan was in charge of most of the family affairs, and she managed it in an orderly manner. During dinner, she suddenly made a proposal to Li Langyu: "This is a hot day, why don't you take my mother over to live, she lives alone. It's not comfortable to have a small house."
Li Langyu's expression froze, his hand holding the dish was hanging in the air, and he hurriedly responded: "Of course it's good, but Mom may not be used to it, I'll ask her for her opinion first, if she doesn't want to come, then there's nothing I can do It's over." After he finished speaking, he took a few mouthfuls of food, thinking about the countermeasures in his heart. Back then, Madam Xu and Li Sheng had already left Peiping, where would they be able to find someone. Cheng Lan didn't look away, and quietly observed him with a solemn mind.
Two days later, Li Langyu heard that Bai Jingqiu was ill, so she took her to see a doctor. There was a problem with her lungs, a disease she suffered in her early years. The doctor's reply was not optimistic. She prescribed a dense prescription. Yu looked at it, his eyes hurt.
His aunt Bai is forty this year. Although she has gorgeous hair on her head, her face is pure, and she looks younger than women of the same age. She has only two wishes for the rest of her life.
Bai Jingqiu knew her physical condition. After the two walked out of the hospital, they passed by a photo studio, and a child recommended a business to them.
"Aunt Bai, go in and take a photo?"
Bai Jingqiu nodded in agreement, then looked at her whole body again, and felt that the clothes were inappropriate.
Li Langyu sent the shop assistant to help with makeup, and went back to get the cheongsam that Cheng Lan had custom-made before.
Plain white background, the corners are embellished with Molan patterns, and the violin-like curves are cut.
A woman wants to set time at the best age in her life. She can't keep her 20-year-old appearance. At 40, she is not as good-looking as before, but her appearance in the future will not be better than now.
It took a month for the photo to be developed and framed, and the two did not stay too much. In the afternoon, Li Langyu thought about it all the way, and thought of a way to deal with the proposals made a few days ago. As soon as he entered the door, the atmosphere was indescribably strange, Yue Qiao was not as enthusiastic as usual, and glared at him, Xiao Ye Nunu mouthed, quietly reminding that Cheng Lan was waiting for him upstairs.
In the room, the doors and windows were closed, and the air flow was not smooth. Cheng Lan sat at the table with her back to the door, while Li Langyu opened the curtains and asked what was wrong. She didn't answer, but instead asked, what are you busy with today
"Just what you said last time, I went to ask my mother. She wants to go back to her hometown. There are many friends there, so she won't come."
Cheng Lan cut a few dead "cyclamen" leaves and re-adjusted the potted plant. Li Langyu walked over and handed her a towel to wipe her hands.
"Can a cheongsam suit my mother's wishes?"
"She likes it very much, and she is reluctant to wear it on weekdays."
Cheng Lan turned her head slowly, raised her eyes to look at him, a trace of bitterness hidden in her eyes, trembling like butterfly wings. So stupid, she paused for a moment, and suddenly said such a sentence.
Li Langyu was puzzled, and listened to her continue: "Xiankelai has always been difficult to raise, during my absence, Yueqiao raised it to death, she was afraid that I would be angry, so she bought a new pot, thinking that I would not I know." She said casually, but there was a bitter, disappointed smile on her face. "That girl is really stupid, and she is smart on the face. The flowers I bought myself are facing each other day and night. How can I not know how they have changed."
Li Langyu was stunned, his chest tightened, he seemed to hear the beating of his heartbeat - thump, thump, thump, he hesitated for a long time and asked, "You, blame her... Did you lie to you?"
Cheng Lan pursed her lips, her eyes twitched brightly, full of emotions accumulated together, setting off a dark vortex. After a long time, she seemed to break free from the vortex, and finally she just said calmly, "I sad.
These simple three words were like a pair of oars, which stirred Li Langyu's mind into waves, he was completely pushed out, the world that pierced the window paper was pierced, and he couldn't open his eyes, what was he? Can't hide it.
"When did you know?"
"The day I came back." Cheng Lan said, "I wanted to give your mother a gift from the temple, but when I got there, no one was there. The neighbors told me that she had already left. After so many days, you didn't mention it. This matter, at the dinner table, I tentatively asked you, and your concealment deepened my doubts."
It turns out that on that day, Cheng Lan knew it long ago, and he did everything possible to think of a foolproof excuse, which was ridiculous.
"Ms. Xu is indeed not my mother," he admitted.
Cheng Lan understood. "This morning, Yue Qiao and I bumped into you and a woman. What I didn't expect was that the cheongsam on the woman was made by me before and given to your mother... the Xu family. Who is she?"
"It's my aunt and adoptive mother."
"No wonder..." Cheng Lan said with a wry smile, "When you gave me the size of the clothes before, I felt that the size was wrong. Now, it is."
Well, only one last question.
Cheng Lan stood up and looked directly at the familiar face, "Why have you been thinking about it for so long?"
Why, for a ten-year revenge!
He finally came to the day when he wanted to tear off the mask. The matter had come to this point. He looked at Cheng Lan's inquisitive eyes and suddenly wanted to cut everything off. He didn't care if things got worse. The uglier the better!
After a long time, he let out a contemptuous smile, looking very cruel: "Miss Cheng, I, Li Langyu, are short-sighted and vain, knowing that your Cheng family has a great career, the first day I met you, I planned to approach you. A tree of fortune. The son-in-law of Cheng Zhongjian, who is well-known and well-known - look at how nice this identity is. You must not know that I am notoriously hypocritical and mean, my mother is fake, my identity is fake, and it is also for you Fake, I lied to other people before you. Of course, they are not as good as the Cheng family. I plan to deceive your family business in a few years, and then find an excuse to drive you out and find your own happiness. !"
Every sentence is like a knife, cutting the flesh and blood bit by bit. Cheng Lan's fingers are pale and she is clutching the edge of the table. She looks at this face in disbelief. rotten words
"Really... so?" She didn't want to believe it, and didn't have the strength to believe it.
Li Langyu was slightly dazed, but in just one second, he wanted to completely cut off all of this, so he made Cheng Lan hate him in this way. "Haven't you heard a word?" He lowered his head and attached to Cheng Lan's ear, "Every time Zhanyi comes from the slaughtering dog generation, he is mostly a scholar."
It is far more terrifying to be a scholar than to slaughter dogs.
He is an underdog!
At this moment, Cheng Lan felt that she didn't know this person at all. She took a staggering step back, turning from the sadness just now to a cruel calm. Many old things were like cleaned mirror fragments, and they began to show their true colors. Gradually, she recalled some things, and the truth became clearer and clearer, "Actually, you don't know, your most energetic appearance is when you talk about your father, 'I would like to reach the top for Taibai and break the Shuguan in the first line of blue sky. ', You said this was written by your father, and I thought at the time, Zixiao's father, you must be upright and ambitious."
Then, she said the most arrogant sentence in her life - "What kind of father is he who can give you a golden and jade skin, and give you a broken body?"
It is a great sin to speak of the length of one's parents. Li Langyu was immediately furious, his expression twisted in an instant, he pulled out a voice from his throat and pierced the air all over his body, what he hated most was being stabbed to death: "Why do you say my father, you Who is it, where do you have the qualifications to talk about him!"
He almost yelled out resentfully.
"You, Miss Cheng, have a good life. If you want anything, how do you know what a person like me who fell into the quagmire looks like?"
Li Langyu said coldly, "When you don't have to worry about food and clothing, and you are under the care of your servants, you will never imagine that my family will be destroyed, left home, living in a dilapidated shelter, and following hundreds of people without seeing the light of day.