There was still a quarrel outside.
The voices of the couple went up and down.
Ling Yao no longer cared about whether there were outsiders present, and Zhou 30's usual good temper seemed to have worn off. With the sound of a water cup falling, Zhou 30 slammed out the door, and the movement stopped abruptly.
Ling Shu was stuffed into the bathroom by Yue Dingtang to take a bath.
The latter pushed the door out.
Ling Yao sat in the living room, her eyes were red, and there was a broken cup on the ground beside her feet.
"Sorry, I made you watch a joke." She said hoarsely.
Yue Dingtang: "I have a very good relationship with Ling Shu. You don't have to tell me outside. He is very worried about the two of you."
"I know, I don't want to quarrel in front of you either, I can't help it... Zhou Thirty still refuses to say who the woman he keeps outside is, it turns out that my position in his heart is just that. Low."
Ling Yao sobbed softly.
Yue Dingtang handed over a handkerchief.
"Could this be a misunderstanding?"
Ling Yao shook his head: "He admitted it himself, the other party is a widow."
Yue Dingtang patiently said: "If you are a widow, you may not have an affair. As far as I know from Ling Shu, your relationship with your brother-in-law began in adversity, which is naturally unusual. You should give him more trust. He is so honest. One person, there may be some misunderstanding in it."
Ling Yao didn't notice the change in his title, so he naturally replied, "He just had such a big temper, how can he be honest?"
"A dog jumps over the wall in a hurry, and honest people will of course be angry if they are forced. Of course, I'm not saying that my brother-in-law is a dog, and the two are not comparable." Yue Dingtang analyzed seriously, "Anyway, Ling Shu is your relative, he naturally I'm on your side. In the event of the worst consequences, you haven't figured out what to do. Even if we help you find out the truth, it may not be the truth you want."
Ling Yao was dazed and did not answer.
When Yue Dingtang saw her like this, she knew that Ling Yao still had deep feelings for Zhou 30. She hadn't thought about what she would do if Zhou 30 really raised the outer room. Maybe she just wanted to make a scene. field, causing her husband's attention and guilt.
He is a man himself, and he knows very well that a man's guilt is like a luxury. The more you spend, the less you have left. One day, the old love between the two will disappear, and Ling Yao's purposeless actions will make the Zhou 30 felt more and more unreasonable, and even gave birth to disgust.
In the eyes of outsiders, the combination of Ling Yao and Zhou Thirty is the story of a poor daughter marrying a poor boy.
Everyone felt sorry for Miss Qianjin, and secretly lamented the poor boy's good life, but it was inevitable to speculate whether there was true love between them.
For example, Yue Chunxiao, the third sister of Yue Dingtang, once said in a private chat that with Ling Yao's temper, Zhou 30 could hardly bear her for the rest of her life.
At the moment, Zhou Thirty is not yet developed, but a chief clerk of the city government is considered a small privilege for ordinary citizens, otherwise there is no way to put Ling Shu into the police station through relationships.
If he wanted to keep the outer room, Ling Yao would definitely have nothing to do with him.
unless divorced.
Is Lingyao willing
Ling Yao has no children, and is at such an age, with only a middle school education, divorced, and he really has to rely on his younger brother for the rest of his life.
Ling Shu is definitely willing to support her sister, but Ling Yao, a person with such high self-esteem, can she accept such a reality
Yue Dingtang left the living room to Ling Yao, and he himself returned to Ling Shu's room.
The bathroom was silent.
Because Ling Shu was already lying on the bed and sleeping soundly.
Fei Lengcui's alcohol played a role. At this moment, he was already in the dark and unconscious. No matter how many times Yue Dingtang called, he couldn't wake up.
Yue Dingtang didn't feel sleepy, he took out the book from the shelf, but his eyes stopped at one of them.
English version of Romeo and Juliet.
The cover is very old, and when you open it, there are translation notes under some English words.
The handwriting is childish and the brushwork is messy. At first glance, it is known that it is from the hand of Ling Shu many years ago.
In the first few pages, I looked up the dictionary carefully and wrote the Chinese meaning honestly.
I guess I'm getting impatient later. I sometimes doodle on a certain page, draw some steamed buns, a puppy and a bird, or add fuel to English interjections, draw beards on women's faces, and add lipstick on men's lips. The teacher was furious after seeing it, which was ridiculous and absurd.
There are some suspicious marks on some of the pages, and Yue Dingtang suspects that it is the drool shed by the other party dozing off.
Unconsciously, the corners of his mouth rose, and he turned very slowly.
Yue Dingtang probably knew when these traces were left.
At that time, Ling Shu saw that he was watching the English version of "Romeo and Juliet". Although he was scornful and disdainful, he definitely wanted to work silently and turn his back on himself.
Every page is a precious trace of youth.
It is recorded that Ling Shu, who used to be a dead duck with a hard mouth, obviously didn't like reading the original book, but in order not to lose face in front of him, Ling Shu suffered to the death, and the Ling Shu who had an infinite wonderful world hidden in his heart, willing to walk with passion. A young man who travels all over the world.
Although everyone in the back smashed their heads and blood in the face of reality, the ideals of childhood will soon be broken, and the old schoolmates were separated by yin and yang.
The world that followed was cruel and cold, dripping with blood, and the heart of a warrior was going back and forth a thousand times, but it was really riddled with scars.
Fortunately, the two of them have not missed each other.
The person being watched was unaware of it, and fell asleep, with his upper and lower lips slightly parted, making a barely audible snoring sound.
Yue Dingtang stretched out his hand and unbuttoned his clothes one by one, quietly and silently.
The body under the thin pajamas is thin but contains strength.
This kind of power may not be seen on weekdays, but it can only explode when it is in danger of life and death.
But Yue Dingtang didn't see that.
His eyes lingered down on the other's shoulder.
New, old and old, with shallow and deep scars, knife wounds, gunshot wounds, and many more wounds that even Yue Dingtang couldn't tell.
That is the secret that Ling Shu has never shown in front of others.
Ever since Yue Dingtang knew about his past, he had been looking for a chance to see his injuries.
But now he realizes that he can't even count.
Maybe some of the scars have become very shallow, and you can hardly see them without looking closely, but that doesn't mean they don't exist, and it doesn't mean that there is no damage to Ling Shu's body.
"Where are the shrapnel?"
Yue Ding Tang asked softly.
Ling Shu didn't notice it at all.
He murmured twice, and seemed to feel a little cold. After Yue Dingtang re-dressed him, he fell asleep again in a blink of an eye.
After a sleepless night, Ling Shu was refreshed.
But he had a little trouble when he woke up.
He found himself pressing Yue Dingtang under him.
To be precise, one leg and arm crossed each other's body, and the collar of Yue Dingtang's pajamas was torn open, revealing the chest below.
Ling Shu was a little stunned, holding his head and trying to remember what happened last night.
The knock on the door just sounded, and he came in without thinking.
The elder sister Ling Yao, who pushed in the door, was stunned at the scene in front of her, and then fell into deep thought.
"What did you do to Dingtang?"
Ling Shu: What can I do to him? I am drunk!