Han Yanyan thought about it and wrote, "It's not good."
A week later, Tang Ke was dumbfounded when he got this note. Confused, for a whole week, I left a message for her on the following Monday: "Then what should I call you?"
A week later, Han Yanyan replied: "You can give me a name. I want to call you Little Star. Every twinkle twinkles, the sky is full of little stars. Your eyes are like stars, so beautiful." After writing, Rub the goosebumps on your arms. The name is apt, and it burned a lot of her brain cells.
Another week, I received a reply: "Little Fairy."
Han Yanyan was quite speechless when she received this nickname. Because Tang Ke once said that she was beautiful, like an angel. So is it a little angel and a little fairy hugging from left to right
Although the current projection is a child, the deity is a big man who has experienced great winds and waves. So even if you are projected into the world as a child, your nature will still not change.
Well, but now that you already have fairies, forget about little angels.
Little fairy.
Tang Ke repeated the name before going to bed, and felt that since returning to the Eastern Region with his mother, life has become better. He has an angel sister, and now he has a little fairy.
When he came home on the weekend, he finally couldn't help telling Xinya about the little fairy. Xinya was surprised, funny and happy. This reminded her of those beautiful and innocent memories of her childhood, but she couldn't help feeling sad. She touched Tang Ke's head and said to him, "Get along well."
Tang Ke nodded and asked his mother, "How is your work?"
Xinya's hand paused and said, "I went to the interview yesterday, but it hasn't been decided yet."
At first, Patriarch Han came to her intensively for a while, and then one day the frequency suddenly dropped. Think about it too, after the initial freshness, he probably won't have so much time allotted to her. Xinya breathed a sigh of relief.
Recently, Patriarch Han only looked for her once or twice a week. Xinya was thinking of going out to work. Yesterday's interview was actually passed. The reason why she didn't make a final decision was because she hadn't reported to the man yet. He always came when he said it, and she didn't dare to arrange her own time without saying hello to him.
To send Tang Ke back to the manor on Sunday night, she bit the bullet and knocked on the door of his study. There were so many bad things going on in this room that she felt her body tense as she pushed the door open.
She prayed that Han Yanyan would also be in the study. Han Yanyan often handles affairs with her father here in the evening, and these many weekends to send Tang Ke back to the manor, because she is in this study, she can leave safely.
But luck is not always there. There is only one person in the study, the head of the Han family.
"No." He rejected her directly. "Your time is all mine."
Xinya lowered her head slightly: "I have to give the child a reason, otherwise I can't explain the financial affairs."
Master Han said, "I'll make arrangements, so you don't have to worry about it. If you're free, pick up those things from the past. Haven't you always liked to paint? Are you still painting now?"
Even after marriage, even after the death of her parents, Xinya has always been able to live a life of piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and wine. But from the time her husband fell, those things were far from her.
"I haven't touched a paintbrush for several years," she said softly, "all put on hold."
"It's okay." The head of the Han family walked to her side, touched her face, and told her, "You can pick it up later."
His words were gentle, and the hand that touched her cheek was warm.
Xinya looked up at him. For so long, she has not dared to meet his eyes. But tonight, a touch of tenderness from him gave her courage.
"Cousin, you..." Her voice trembled slightly, "Why do you do this to me?"
Patriarch Han smiled slightly, pinched her chin, and lifted it lightly.
"The way you looked up at me just now reminded me of you in the past. That's what you were required to do when you were young. You have to raise your chin slightly, and it's just right here. It won't look arrogant, but it's very reserved." He recalled, "Back then When you rejected me, your chin was raised a little higher than usual."
"It's beautiful." He smiled, "It's beautiful, I always remember it."
There was no tenderness in his smile, and the coolness climbed up Xinya's back, making her lose the courage to look at him. Her chin slipped away from his fingertips and tucked it towards her collarbone. The head hangs down, and the back of the neck naturally bends a beautiful arc.
Patriarch Han's hand caressed the back of her neck.
"When you came back, you often hung your head in front of me. This arc..." He slid his thumb from the root of her hair to the bulging vertebrae at the end of her neck, stroking gently, "It's also beautiful. But beautiful. It's different."
He fell in love with her slender white neck, lowered his head close to her forehead and told her softly: "If you want to ask why, I can tell you..."
"Wolves walk in the woods and have no intention of hunting."
"Until the rabbit shows up."
"The rabbit is naturally weak, and her presence is an invitation to the wolf."
"Because hunting is his instinct."
"Xinya, that day... you wanted to run away, you wanted to give up?" he asked.
Xinya trembled and replied, "Yes."
"Why? You know, it's the best way," he said.
"But it's not the only one." Xinya closed her eyes and felt pain, "the price to pay is too high, I'm afraid, I can't do it. So... "
So she came to the end and decided to give up this road. The other road may be difficult, or it may be hard, and the height that can be reached in the end may not be so high, but it is not impossible.
But he is no longer the young man who would let go.
"But you didn't resist. Even if you resisted a little bit, I might let you go." Patriarch Han said, "You just ran away. As a prey, what would happen if you gave your back to the hunter?"
"For such prey, my education tells me that there is no need to worry, just tear her skin with sharp claws and bite through her flesh with teeth."
"Xinya, you... are delicious."
Xinya took a deep, deep breath. Tears rolled down his cheeks.
The desk is a hundred years of solid wood, very hard. Her wrist was pressed against the table and it hurt. Those memories seem like they happened yesterday. She was forcibly pulled back to the road she wanted to give up, and she could only go on.
The way she cried was very different from the way she rejected him back then. Like a reflection in a puddle, it suddenly ripples and shatters.
It's the look that Patriarch Han likes to look at now. The more broken she was, the more he remembered how beautiful she was when she firmly rejected him with her chin slightly raised.
-Thank you cousin for your love, but I want to live an upright life, I have no intention of being someone else's lover, and I don't need to be burdened by you in my life.
Patriarch Han's thumb lightly brushed against Xinya's white cheeks.
"And... I have been in close contact with you for a while." He said, "You women always like to think more. Maybe I misunderstood you, I still have a little love for you when I was young?"
His fingertips left her cheeks, slid carelessly across his neck and shoulders, and slid all the way down his arm to her fingertips, took her hand with his back, raised it to his lips and kissed.
"You're wrong, little white rabbit." He kissed the pale blue blood vessels of his slender wrist, "I'm just enjoying it."
Teeth pierced the skin, that's okay, there's a treatment cabin. Blood slid down her arms and dyed her clothes red. It doesn't matter, there are many expensive dresses for her to change.
The pain made Xin Yasser shrink. She thought she was used to it, but she didn't. This kind of pain will never be "used to".
She didn't resist just like that day. The little rabbit lost the courage to resist when he saw the wolf's fangs, and only shivered.
It was this weakness that awakened the hunter's instinct to kill.
Han Yanyan listened quietly in his room, and only cut off when there was an inappropriate noise coming from the receiver.
It is impossible to place bugs in the Han family's study, and the high-tech anti-eavesdropping equipment will sound the alarm immediately.
But in this house, Han Yanyan has the same highest authority as the head of the Han family. However, even the head of the Han family would never have imagined that Han Yanyan would use his authority to open the communication in the study in a silent way, eavesdropping openly, or... eavesdropping.
So parents really don't give their children anything important, I really don't know what weird ways they will use it.
Is the weak the original sin
Han Yanyan rubbed his temples. Out of line, it's not her thing.
The world is terribly twisted. In the world of Yao and Qiao Wenxing, she doesn't have this kind of distortion. Generally speaking, some of the basic three viewpoints are compatible. Qiao Wenxing is just an ordinary rich young master, stupid enough to commit suicide because of love. Yao has a lot of terrific backgrounds, bloodlines, and backgrounds, but even though he is a royal family, he wants to overthrow the monarchy. No matter what the reason is, Han Yanyan will always approve of this matter alone. .
But this Admiral Your Excellency can be awesome. His three views were almost twisted into a black hole.
Han Yanyan has the life of this admiral in his mind, but he knows that this person has reached such a high level of life with such three views, all the way up. His strong belief in his own three views has distorted the world constructed by Han Yanyan to the point where Han Yanyan, her own mother, almost doesn't know it.
Han Yanyan is a female author, or in other words, a female author. Constructed by her, there must be a relationship between the Han family and Xinya that will not stop being rational and chaotic. The bloody affair between them will cause Tang Ke to suffer some humiliation in his youth, and it will become one of the incentives to destroy his cowardice and stimulate the other side of his character.
But now it's totally distorted. From the moment she found out that the treatment cabin in the study suite had been being used by Xinya, she knew that things were not derailed, but prolapsed.
But the big daddy in this world is not like the big daddy before, who can act coquettishly and coax. This big daddy only recognizes power and only recognizes power.
Han Yanyan felt a headache. But the world has developed to this point, and she can't make any structural changes in it. She can only make the best use of the situation and use all available conditions to achieve the mission goal.
She stood by the window, looking out at the manor courtyard.
She has always felt that, even if it is not her fault, Tang Ke will bear at least half of the responsibility for everything that Tang Ke will endure. But now it seems that it is not her who is going to torture Tang Ke in this world.
Tang Ke's deity projected his own beliefs to the whole world, with a blue face and fangs, ready to tear Xiao Tang Ke to pieces.