"I don't want to make this kind of joke."
Accompanied by the sound of the TV commercial, Lingjing's tone was slightly stiff, and her delicate eyebrows showed an angry expression.
After a long time, Jiaming on the other side of the sofa let out a sigh of relief.
"I'm serious."
"I said, I don't want to make this kind of joke!"
Lingjing widened her eyes and raised her voice.
She picked up the remote control and pressed it. The sound of the TV first went up and then went back down after a while. Lingjing threw away the remote control and stubbornly looked at the TV screen.
Jiaming leaned down and held her head with both hands. What answered her was still the same voice, "Let's break up …"
"What did my parents say to you?
Or my relatives?
I said I don't want to make this kind of joke, don't make it like a TV drama! "
Suddenly looking at Jiaming, Lingjing turned over and got off the sofa. She poured herself a glass of water and her voice trembled with her mood, "I said I don't want to go abroad, I don't want to go abroad, I don't want to go abroad, I don't want to go abroad, I don't want to be a great musician. Even if I give up now, it doesn't matter. You already know this, why do you still want to think about it, if you continue to be like this, I … even I will be angry!"
"It's not because of the piano …"
"Then why?"
After gulping down the water, Lingjing turned around, "If it's not because of this, then what?"
Jiaming rubbed his forehead and silently looked at the ground.
Lingjing just looked at him.
"Tell me."
"A lot of things …"
"A lot of what things?
Because those people at home always annoy you?
I asked you to travel to Guilin?
I … "Lingjing's eyes were red and she thought for a long time," I … because I always get angry about Shasha?
I'm too naggy?
I don't like the underworld?
Or do you like Shasha and don't like me … You're tired of me? "
"Not these …"
"What is that? Tell me."
Glancing at him, Lingjing waited for his reply. The sound of the television continued to play in the room. Between the sound, the two of them did not move at all. Only the rhythm of their breathing could be heard clearly in the crosstalk.
In fact, before this, Jiaming had already prepared several sets of words. He had even thought of the expression when he spoke. However, at this time, these prepared words were spinning in his mind, but he could not find the right words to use in the current situation. He opened his mouth, but in the end, he could not say anything.
Lingjing waited for a long time before she finally spoke.
"What did my parents say to you?
Am I right? "
"No, you know they wouldn't do such a thing …"
"You like another girl?" Lingjing took a deep breath and paused. "Fuming?"
"No."
"Is that … Dongfang Wan?"
"How is this possible …"
"If it's not Dongfang Wan, it can't be Hsu Yi-ting."
"I don't have much contact with her …"
"Then who is it …"
"No such thing …"
"Sister Ya Han?"
After a series of guesses, the voice suddenly stopped in the air.
Lingjing said the last name casually. Who knew that Jiaming would suddenly freeze. Her body also stiffened. After a moment, she asked with a trembling voice, "Is it Sister Ya Han?"
"… How did you guess?"
"I … Of course I'm just guessing … Ha …" Ling Jing's mouth was agape as an absurd thought suddenly flooded her mind. She had put this option as the last because she thought it was the most impossible. However, the scenes from when she met Yahan until now suddenly flooded her mind. She let out a ridiculous laugh and stopped herself. She raised her left hand to her mouth and did not know what kind of expression she should make. "But … You're talking nonsense. You … Sister Yahan is seven years older than you. How is that possible? How could … Sister Yahan … She …"
As she said this, Lingjing's shoulders slumped. She staggered back to the sofa and held her head with both hands. Her fingers sank into her long hair. "Exactly … When did this happen …"
Jiaming was silent for a while. "Last year in New York."
"Sister Yahan was sick, and you went to save her, and then …" She thought for a moment. "Then you two made up … Uh, no wonder Sister Yahan talked to us again after she came back, and we even played together.
"…"
"You … Did you tell Shasha?"
"No …"
"Then why did you tell me?!"
Lingjing shouted with red eyes. When she saw Jiaming looking down in silence again, she grabbed an apple from the coffee table and threw it at him. Her other hand picked up the remote control and threw it. In an instant, the apple on the coffee table, the remote control on the sofa, pillows, and clothes all flew toward Jiaming. Lingjing was annoyed by Jiaming's silence. She threw almost anything she could get her hands on. The remote control and a few apples hit Jiaming's head and bounced away. After throwing the apples, she subconsciously reached for the fruit plate …
With a swoosh, blood splattered out.
Lingjing's hand that was holding the fruit knife froze in mid-air. Jiaming took a deep breath and looked at the cut on his left arm. He still didn't say a word.
After a while, Lingjing swallowed a mouthful of saliva, put down the knife, and leaned over. First, she picked up the pillow next to her, then took her jacket and pressed it on the wound on Jiaming's hand. She pressed it a few times, but the blood wouldn't stop.
Her eyes were watery, but she stubbornly opened them wide and didn't let the tears fall.
After pressing it a few times, she quietly got up and walked into the bedroom to take out the first aid kit. She unbuttoned Jiaming's shirt and took it off. She took out the iodine and gauze and started to clean his wound.
The sound of the advertisement continued on the TV. The two figures behind the coffee table were like silent silhouettes. Jiaming sat there and looked at Lingjing, who was kneeling by his legs. She quietly cleaned, applied medicine, and bandaged the wound. The girl's beautiful but thin body trembled slightly.
After the wound was bandaged, she quietly packed up and then took the first aid kit back to the room.
When she came out of the room, she was already holding Jiaming's jacket in her hand.
She put the jacket next to him and walked past him. She sat back in her original seat and looked at the TV screen.
"It's been more than a year. Why do you say it now?"
"Why does it have to be Sister Ya Han?"
"I … Shasha and I can follow you, but …"
"Isn't Shasha and I enough?"
Perhaps because she was frightened by the blood, Lingjing didn't say it out loud. She looked at the TV and her voice was faint. However, there was no answer. Jiaming put on his clothes and painfully closed his eyes. No one knew what he was thinking.
Then, the two silently sat on the same sofa and let time pass with the ticking sound of the clock.
Ten minutes, twenty minutes, the advertisement on the TV ended and changed to a violent movie. The sunlight outside the window gradually slanted to the west. Lingjing sat there and didn't know what she should do. She didn't know what she was looking forward to. She also didn't know if she could forgive Jiaming. Her mind was a mess. If only Shasha was here … No, maybe it would be better if Shasha wasn't here. She couldn't take this kind of thing, but she couldn't either. Sister Ya Han … In these emotions, she suddenly remembered something from her childhood.
She remembered that when they were still in elementary school, she was too strong and was called a tomboy in class. Later, she sat on the grass and cried. Jiaming came and said, "Even if you're a tomboy, I'll marry you."
At that time, she only felt embarrassed and gave him a slap. Then, they had a cold war for three days. She sat by his side and refused to take the initiative to talk to him. In her heart, she hoped that Jiaming would come over and apologize or take the initiative to start a conversation.
However, Jiaming never apologized. When they went to the dojo, she purposely closed the door and didn't let him in. She hoped that he would knock on the door outside and say "open the door". Then, she would have a reason to talk to him. However, when she opened the door, he left just like that.
Since they were young, that was his personality. She felt wronged and cried at home for a long time. In the end, she was the first to find him and reconcile with him as if nothing had happened.
The situation at that time was very similar to the situation now. What was she looking forward to? Maybe he would explain, apologize, repent. Even if it was a shameless man's sophistry, it wouldn't matter. Maybe … maybe she would be moved by his flowery words and be tricked into forgiving him or even finding excuses for him.
Even if she was tricked, it wouldn't matter …
However, everything was always like this. He used silence to replace his apology. She knew that there was an apology. If she used a knife to cut him or even wanted to kill him, he would face it without moving.
But what was the use of this? When they were young, no matter what happened, she could be the first to speak, the first to smile, and the first to reconcile. But this time … it was different …
Just like that, she waited in silence. As the red glow of the sun faded from the horizon, a children's cartoon was playing on the television. No one spoke. At some point, the phone rang. Ling Jing subconsciously reached out and picked up the phone beside her. "Hello …"
A youthful voice came from the other side of the phone. "Hello, who's answering the phone?
I'm Dongfang Wan. "
"I'm Ye Lingjing."
"Lingjing, have you convinced Jiaming?
He's leaving tomorrow morning. In such hot weather, he can take an air-conditioned bus to Guilin. He can play in the cave where it's warm in the winter and cool in the summer. He can also swim in the Li River. How can he not go for such a good thing? "
"Jiaming said he's not going."
"Ah?
Forget it. I knew he wouldn't go. What about you and Shasha?
Let's go together. It's lively with so many people. I don't know if we'll have such an opportunity in Beijing. "
"Shasha isn't going either …" Lingjing answered softly like a ghost. After a while, she asked, "Can I go?"
"Of course, welcome, welcome. Gather at the school gate at six o 'clock tomorrow morning. It'll be cooler if we leave early. Do you want Yiting and me to pick you up?"
"No need. I'll come by myself. Thank you."
"That's great. Remember to bring a swimsuit and a lifebuoy. Well, actually, you can go and buy a lifebuoy …"
Dongfang Wan chattered on the phone for a long time. After hanging up, Lingjing sat with her head lowered for half a minute. Finally, she took a deep breath, raised her head, and stood up. Her red eyes were filled with tears, but they didn't fall.
She walked to the door and put on her shoes and socks. Lingjing opened the door and walked out. "I'm going home to sleep." The door gently closed. After a while, the game room owner greeted Lingjing downstairs.
After about ten minutes, Jiaming took a deep breath, got up, and turned off the TV. He touched the bandage on his arm, picked up the phone, and dialed a number.
"Hello … Xun, I'm flying to Tokyo tomorrow afternoon."
Night fell and the darkness swallowed the figure.
*****
When the lights were on, let's look at a villa on the outskirts of Xin Ning City.
Although it covered a large area, it wasn't a big house with many characteristics. At this time, as the lights were turned on one after another, the atmosphere of the villa was a bit austere. More than ten expensive cars were parked on the street outside the villa. Some people in different clothes were in the living room, waiting for the owner to receive them.
"Hey, Old Huang, is what you said really so powerful?"
The person who was talking to the person next to him was a slightly fat middle-aged man with a black mole next to his eye. If we could go back in time, we would have seen him at several gatherings of Jianghai City's big shots. He was a bit famous in Jianghai City, nicknamed Mountain King Cui. Now, he had some problems with the Sand Bamboo Group. The reason why he came to Xin Ning City was because the owner of this villa, the CEO of Xin Ning Group, Zhao Zhenhai. Of course, the person who was meeting them now wasn't this person.
Hearing his question, Old Huang next to him lowered his voice. "Not powerful?
Since we're here, I'm not afraid to explain it to you. Anyway, you'll know later … Have you heard of the Chao Hai Group? "
"Are you kidding? We're all businessmen. Who hasn't heard of the Chao Hai Group? What's wrong, the person inside … Is he related to the Chao Hai Group?"
"It's more than that. He's the second son of Ying Haisheng, the chairman of the Chao Hai Group. His name is Ying Zifeng. Think about it, with this kind of background, wouldn't it be easy to deal with the Sand Bamboo Group?"
The boss surnamed Cui was stunned for a long time. "Wow, really?
His Xin Ning Group actually has a relationship with the second son of the Chao Hai Group? "
"They have a little relationship, but the most important thing is that the little girl offended the second son. It's also because of Boss Zhao's methods. Didn't the Sand Bamboo Group recently say that it's going to be reorganized? Boss Zhao bribed a boss to take the second son to a bar under Sha Zhu Bang. One of the second son's friends took a fancy to a young lady inside and was willing to spend money … Anyway, you know about this kind of thing …"
The boss surnamed Cui nodded. He was also used to seeing storms. When he heard this, he naturally understood something. "That woman didn't come out to work?"
"She said that she came out of university to work part-time and study part-time. But with the second son's status, if he was willing to spend money in the past, we would help to smooth things over. Of course, the matter would be easily solved. The second son's friend drank some wine. After all, he was drunk. Moreover, the women in the bar were casual. Who knew that the little girl just happened to be nearby and didn't do anything? Instead, she directly asked someone to beat up the second son's friend."
The boss surnamed Cui laughed. "Then this time, a grudge has been formed."
"Exactly."
Old Huang also laughed. "But at that time, everyone was not sure. When the second son came out, he actually knew the little girl. At that time, the second son didn't say anything, but the boss that Boss Zhao bribed was scared out of his wits.
Who knew that after coming out, the second son asked about Sha Zhu's recent domineering behavior. He only sneered, and then you know, there is now this matter.
In any case, with the second son taking action, it would be a simple matter to deal with that little girl. The reason why I contacted you is because Jianghai can't have any problems. Everyone can share Sha Zhu's benefits, but it has to be done slowly. If there is social unrest or something, you know, no one can protect everyone. So, the second son will be the notary in the middle, so that everyone can peacefully do things in the future. As for Sha Zhu's people now … "
He waved his hand and smiled sinisterly.
"Hehe, then let's wait and see."
*****
Recently, there have been people asking me if Invikill is coming to an end … Let me say, Invikill is scheduled to have ten volumes. Even if it is different from what I expected, there will still be nine volumes. And now, the seventh volume has only just passed the first half, so it will not be a bad ending.
To be honest, I am the person who hates bad endings the most. Our slogan is: Eunuch Ning, not bad endings!
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