You, like everyone else, look down on others.
This is the cry from a weak person who cannot get sympathy. The man’s embarrassed tears and the veins popping out on his neck look so pitiful and worthy of sympathy. If a third party is present to witness this, he will definitely feel pity, and then Criticize the bullying girl.
"If it's not that you are strong, why should you bully others? If it's not that you are talented, why should you get a quota? If it's not that you have poor ability, why can't you get recognition from others..." The girl was not in a hurry to leave this time, but took a step forward. He walked back at a leisurely pace, talking as he walked, his tone was slow and without any ups and downs, but what he said was all Ji Feng's heartfelt voice, his unwillingness and depression.
"Ha." At the end, a sneer overflowed from the corner of her mouth. With a delicate and tender face facing the man nailed to the wall, she refuted the questions one by one with incomparable clarity, "Why should I be so weak? Others sympathize with you? Why do strong people have to take care of your glass heart? Why can't people with outstanding abilities choose to join forces with strong people and have to look back on you, a pitiful person like you who is unsatisfied and climbs up on the corpse of his own woman? insect?"
For his hundred reasons, Song Ye could also fight back with a hundred reasons, and every reply could make him speechless.
She is most annoyed by people who stand on the moral high ground and demand that the strong must unconditionally support the weak. She is even more disgusted by people who are clearly shameless but pretend to be humble and pitiful.
"I, I just..." Ji Feng did not expect that Song Ye, who had always been cold-faced and cold-hearted, would say these words. Every word was poking at his heart, making his face turn green and white, and his mouth opened. I didn’t know what to say, “I’m not asking you to pity me, I just think we are already friends, why aren’t you willing to give me a chance?”
It was clear that she had no friends in this courtyard at all, and it would be the same for anyone she recommended.
As long as she opens her mouth once, he can solve his troubles. Why is she unwilling
Song Ye looked at this man's stubborn look and felt that no matter how much he said, he was just talking to a duck. He twitched the corners of his mouth and couldn't help but whisper, "It's not surprising that Allah fell in love with you and ended up like that. "
What will happen
Naturally, he crossed the line overnight, was stabbed through the heart with several fingers, and was left covered in blood at the foot of the mountain to die.
A woman who risked her own life for love was originally cute, but it's a pity that she chose the wrong partner for her love.
A month later, when he mentioned this name again, Ji Feng's face still showed paleness and pain. His face was full of tears, and his brows were filled with suppressed sadness. "I couldn't save her. I abandoned her. I originally I thought the separation was temporary, and when I was free, I would take her with me, but I didn’t expect... "
I didn't expect that stupid woman to come up and die overnight.
"Put away your hypocritical face and tell her your confession." Song Ye responded indifferently, not saying that he was not interested in the grudges between the two people, but relying on Ji Feng Neng to watch Anla being beaten. Death, judging from his attitude of never mentioning it to her, you can see how false his confession at this moment is.
"Abandoning your own woman and staying here to be trampled on by others is your own choice and has nothing to do with me." Song Ye glanced at him and turned around calmly, "Also, what you like to do is your business, even if you pretend No matter how busy you are, no matter how much you do for me, I will never feel like I owe you even a cent."
She is not really eighteen years old, nor is she a stupid woman like Allah. How could she not see that Ji Feng came here in a hurry tonight holding a candle, her steps were quick, her breath was unsteady, and she deliberately worked hard until her head was full. Dahan, everything was done to win her sympathy, thinking that by deliberately trying to please her, he would get a chance to be recommended.
But he never expected that in the end, it would just be him doing a one-man show.
After her voice fell, the girl turned and left, leaving not even a piece of her clothes behind.
It wasn't until her figure left the main hall that the confinement on Ji Feng was released. He slumped to the ground, his face in a state of confusion, so pale that there was no trace of blood.
After this night, the three-day deadline has expired. In the end, everyone's wishful thinking has come to an end and they can only go to Master Sun to test their skills.
For two consecutive days, a large number of people were beaten down, and low pressure permeated the entire left wing.
While everyone was nervously preparing for the battle, Song Ye stayed out of the matter, leaving early and returning late to strengthen his abilities.
This morning, as usual, she wanted to go out after breakfast, but she was stopped by Mujin halfway.
"Someone has come to the main house and wants to see you by name." Mu Zhen hurriedly spoke, his voice still breathless, for fear that Song Ye would take the first step and find no one. He would be the one who would suffer later.
"Who?" Song Ye raised his eyebrows slightly, not naively thinking that it was Shao Yichen who came to deliver the antidote to her. If her illness was really so easy to solve, Shao Yichen would not have asked for time at that time. Now, only five days have passed, and someone is coming to the main house at this time. No matter how you look at it, the timing is wrong.
"She is a young lady. I didn't see her appearance. She is wearing a bamboo hat and a veil." Mu Zhen answered truthfully. After various performances during this period, he no longer dared to underestimate the girl in front of him, deceive or do tricks behind her back. In the end, you will only be unlucky.
young lady…
Song Ye was stunned for a moment, his cold brows furrowed.
She remembered Dr. Pang saying that Shao Yichen had been single for so many years, so what was the identity of the young lady who came from the main house
With this doubt, she turned around and headed to the main hall.
In the past few days, Chief Sun had been checking the people under his command, leaving the main hall to Song Ye. When she turned around the arch, she saw a woman sitting on the main seat at the first sight.
The other party was wearing a water-colored gauze skirt. The complex and exquisite embroidery craftsmanship made the whole dress luxurious and radiant. It was clearly summer, but it was wrapped up tightly, with wide sleeves, embroidered shoes on her feet, and her head was still covered. The bamboo hat and veil covered the entire face, and only the general outline could be seen clearly.
This cosplay-like ancient costume is definitely an eye-catching sight when placed on the street outside, but when placed in this deep house compound, it just feels very harmonious. Every breath of her body tells one thing. This is a woman who has grown up in the deep mountain world since she was a child.
When Song Ye came closer to observe her, the other party also noticed her presence. He raised his neck slightly and looked directly at her. The breeze blew through the gauze, revealing a gap, which allowed the other party to get a glimpse of Song Ye's appearance.
With just this glance, the tea cup in the woman's hand shook and fell to the ground, making a clanging sound.
"Ah..." She stood up suddenly and let out a short cry.