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The two words "Song Yu" jumping on the phone screen made me feel a little frightened for no reason.
Zhuo Yang also saw it and slowly let go of the hand he was holding.
"Song Yu's call?"
My mouth was dry and my heart was astringent, and I nodded after a long while.
"Maybe I have something urgent to talk to you about, why don't you answer it?"
It was only after Zhuo Yang's kind reminder that I suddenly realized that I had been holding the phone for a long time.
I answered the phone before it finished ringing.
On the other end, Song Yu's familiar voice came, as gentle as ever, but different from his previous mood. I inexplicably felt a little guilty.
"Yueyue... why did you answer the phone so late?"
"I'm taking a shower." I glanced at Zhuo Yang. He had packed his towel and walked out the door.
I clutched the phone tightly and lied without blinking, "Sorry... I didn't hear you just now."
"It's okay." Song Yu smiled on the other end of the phone. "By the way, I heard it's raining heavily here. Remember to bring an umbrella. It's best not to go out on a rainy day..."
On the other end of the phone, Song Yu talked a lot and I was a little absent-minded.
Looking at Zhuo Yang again, he was standing at the door and waving at me.
He seemed to have ordered takeout.
I don’t know why, but the tenderness in Zhuo Yang’s eyes at this moment makes it difficult for me to look directly at him.
I looked away.
I couldn't hear clearly what Song Yu said afterwards.
But at the end, Song Yu suddenly said: "Um, Yueyue, my mother is back... She... She has a straightforward personality... But she's not a bad person..."
I smiled bitterly in my heart.
Is it too late for Song Yu to remind me now
I have already met his mother, and we parted on bad terms.
But I think it’s better not to tell Song Yu about this for now.
After hanging up the phone and walking out the door, Zhuo Yang indeed ordered takeout.
"Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?" Zhuo Yang brought out a small blue and white porcelain bowl and served me a bowl of porridge.
I had no taste for the food, so I put down the spoon after taking a few sips and looked out the window. It was dark there, with only a few dim lights in the distance, which looked even more blurry in the rain and fog.
"The rain seems to have stopped... I'm going back first."
"Wait a minute." Zhuo Yang also put down the spoon, stood up and said to me: "I'll take you back."
"No thanks." I pushed Zhuo Yang's hand away, my voice sounding a little weak, "Thank you for today... I'm leaving first."
"I insist."
Zhuo Yang was still as strong as ever, grabbing my hand and saying, "Wait a minute... I'll get my coat."
I don't want to have too much involvement with Zhuo Yang, especially since my current boyfriend is Song Yu.
It was already unreasonable to be at my ex-husband's house so late at night. If I asked him to escort me all the way back, I don't know how much trouble it would cause.
"No!"
"Wait a minute... It's cold outside... I'll get you a blanket..."
My hands and feet were weak and I could hardly stand. Seeing this, Zhuo Yang quickly reached out to me.
However, the moment he approached me, I suddenly felt strength coming from nowhere and slapped him back.
Almost yelling, "I said! You don't have to send me off! Didn't you hear me?"
I argued until my face turned red, but Zhuoyang kept holding his hand which I had opened.
I know I was being unreasonable and that other people just meant well.
But I took your kindness for granted.
Covering my ears, I leaned against the door and slowly slid down.
“I’m sorry… I’m really sorry…”
I didn't want to, but I felt inexplicably irritated. Why did it come to this? I thought that after being with Song Yu, maybe some things would get better, but why did I still have so many troubles
The peace I imagine...
It seems to be in the distant horizon.
So far away from me...
"I don't know why I'm like this... I just feel uncomfortable... I'm sorry... I'm still sorry as always... You don't have to worry about me... You really don't have to worry about me..."
I explained and apologized haltingly.
In the end, he simply lowered his head, leaned against the gate, and cowered like a poor quail.
There was a sigh from my head, and then a pair of big hands stroked my head, rubbing it lovingly, "Is this the happy life you mentioned?"
Zhuo Yang picked me up and walked out the door.
"Let's go... I'll take you back." After hesitating for a second, he said, "Don't worry, tonight is our secret. I'll be leaving again in a few days... Don't worry... I won't disturb you..."
I don’t know why, but when Zhuo Yang said this, I felt like crying.
Finally, in Zhuoyang's arms, I grabbed his shirt and really cried out loud.
That night, Zhuoyang sent me home and bought me medicine.
Probably because of the medicine, I fell asleep very quickly and didn’t even know when Zhuo Yang left.
When I woke up, Song Yu had already returned.
Looking at me dying on the bed, his face looked a little ugly.
"Yueyue, I'm back."
"You... why are you back?" I remembered that it should be Song Yu's working hours, why did he come back at this time.
"I'm not busy these days, I took a leave and came back." Song Yu sat by my bed and gently stroked my face with his fingers, "You too... You don't even know how to tell others when you're sick..."
I smiled and tried to sit up, but was stopped by Song Yu.
"You go to sleep first. I made some porridge and you can eat it later."
Song Yu stayed with me all the time and stroked my head from time to time.
Gentle and considerate.
I quickly fell asleep again.
When I woke up again, Song Yu was no longer in the room. I had a good sleep and felt that I had recovered a lot of my energy. I put on my coat and went out. Before I left the house, I heard Song Yu's uneasy footsteps.
No, there was also the annoying sound of a phone call.
"I know... we agreed on that... yes... I know... but that was my choice... it's okay if she's not perfect... I like her, she's the best..."
Looking back, Song Yu seemed to have noticed me and hung up the phone in a hurry.
"Yueyue, are you awake?" He smiled at me, cheerful and beautiful.
At the dinner table, Song Yu told me the truth.
"I know that my mother has seen you, Yueyue, don't worry, I will take care of it."
I forced a smile, but I didn't hold much hope in my heart.
In fact, I know that people are easily deceived by their first impressions, especially persistent people. If she has a bad first impression of you, it will be quite difficult to reverse it in the future.
Plus, given my background, I don’t think Song Yu’s mother would like me that much.
But-
Song Yu, however, worked very hard for our cause.
A week after I recovered from my illness, Song Yu took me to their family gathering.
At this party, I saw Song Yu's father. He looked just like he did on TV, square and serious. But my sixth sense told me that he was easier to get along with than his mother.
Sure enough, when Song Yu came over to say hello holding my hand, although Song's father looked me up and down rudely, his voice was not as stiff as I had imagined.
"An Yue?"
I nodded and called him uncle obediently.
Father Song narrowed his eyes and nodded, "I heard that A Yu wants to marry you?"
I nodded again, but in my heart I was considering whether to add a "thank you for your kindness".
But before I could finish, Song's father started talking on his own.
"That's fine. If this guy gets married sooner, I'll have less trouble."
"… "
In fact, I could feel that Song's father didn't like it too much, but he didn't object too much either.
But Mrs. Song still didn't look happy when she saw me the second time, especially when she saw Song Yu holding my hand tightly, her face became even gloomier.
In the end, he just smiled at Song Yu and left without saying a word to me.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of her."
Song Yu was very confident, but I didn't have much confidence.
Although it was a family gathering, there were quite a few people coming.
Soon, Song Yu was called away by other relatives and uncles, and I was left alone.
I expected that Mrs. Song would come to see me soon, and in fact, it was just as I thought.
Almost as soon as Song Yu left, Mrs. Song asked me to meet her in the back garden.
The red wine was mellow and I took a sip.
"I thought Miss An understood last time... It seems that you still don't understand. Since you don't understand, there are some things I can only say directly."
Mrs. Song put down her wine glass and looked at me coldly, "Do you know what I dislike most about you?"
I thought about it and shook my head.
I have so many flaws that I'm really not likable.
Mrs. Song sneered, a hint of sarcasm appearing on her delicately made-up face.
"Your biggest shortcoming is that you don't love Ayu. At least... not as much as Ayu loves you... Ayu will definitely be hurt if he is with you..."
My heart skipped a beat.
At this moment, I couldn't say anything against it.
All along, I have been thinking that being loved will bring me happiness. I know that my love for Song Yu is not deep. But...
I am a paranoid person.
I think I like and am grateful to Song Yu, but I'm sorry I can't give him that kind of deep love.
at least…
I can’t give it to you in a moment.
Seeing that I was silent, Mrs. Song stared at me for a while. I don’t know what she was thinking about, but her face looked inexplicably ugly.
"Ayu and I have never been close since we were little. This is the only time since he was this old that he has softened his posture and spoken to me... As a mother, I don't know whether I should be happy or sad... My only son, who has never begged me before, actually came to beg me for a woman who doesn't love him..."
Mrs. Song said this and laughed twice in a mocking tone.
"An Yue... I still don't like you... If... If... You make A Yu suffer in the future... I swear, no matter what means I use, I will take A Yu away from you... You don't deserve it! You don't deserve my A Yu!"