Hua Hua sat on a small sofa beside the sickbed of Hu Lai. At his feet was a small bamboo basket. Inside the basket was a transparent plastic bag. In the bag was clear and sparkling water. Swimming in the water were beautiful little silver fish.
This small silver fish comes from Taihu Lake. Xi Shi likes to eat it. Later, it became a famous Suzhou dish: Steamed Fish with Pickled Mustard Greens.
It is said that Hulai likes this dish. Someone specially sent it over.
Not just that. There are too many precious things sent over. They're all placed in the adjacent room. This basket of small fish was sent over at the time, and seeing how much she liked them, they were placed by her feet.
Her gaze shifted back to Hulai on the hospital bed.
He is indeed a meticulous person. Just looking at the things sent by the people who came to visit him, all of which are of high quality, it can be seen that this young master has a refined taste.
Staring at his profile, lost in thought.
"By the ancient city of Suzhou, a thousand-year-old tree stands. Carved into the temple of Wu Zixu's spirit. The hall is filled with dust, and the crown is quiet. Who knows what kind of music the flute and drum are playing?"
He is more like Wu Zixu, the king of Wu State in his early years. Recalling Wu Zixu's life: as a young prince, he strolled under the city wall of Gusu; his clothes and facial expressions were all poetic; later, as the ruler of a big state, his name shook the world; on the lotus-picking path, the scenery was beautiful and charming; by the well of Wu King, tender feelings flowed like water.
But he is vastly different from Fucha. That refined king ultimately had his family destroyed and his country ruined, dying in the Eastern City, leaving behind an image of being muddle-headed and weak. But if he were to wield Fucha's sword, with the sword by his side, it would surely be razor-sharp, cutting down Buddhas above and slaying demons below, receiving the reverent gazes of us common people from afar, far, far away... all we can do is gaze up at him from a distance.
Unconsciously. Heaved a sigh.
Hu Lai gave her a feeling of "visible but inaccessible".
Maybe. It's because he was the first person she had ever mustered up the courage to go on a blind date with, but ended up being stood up by him.
Maybe. It's because she clearly knows that he is willing to get engaged with her only for the sake of his mother, and has nothing to do with Gao Yan.
Unintentional.
But still called timid and had "fear". Dare not get close. Can only gaze from afar...
Don't say that neurotics have thick nerves. They have extremely fine and sensitive nerves. A slight injury is a scar, wrapped in inferiority, cowardice, and hesitation.
"What's with all the sighs? He's not dead yet. You're just making a big fuss for nothing. Crying over spilt milk."
Suddenly a sharp cry.
He slowly lifted his head. He saw three military uniforms, each holding something in their hands, coming in. The one speaking was Gong Xiaoyue.
"Xiao Yue. Don't say that. It's not good for your heart either." Someone spoke in a low voice, carefully putting down the thing they were holding.
At this time, Gong Xiaoyue didn't retort. The person silently put down the military double-layer thermos in his hand and walked to the window.
Gong Xiaoyue felt uncomfortable in her heart.
He came out to make trouble and was left feeling extremely ashamed.
Because of this, Gong Xiaoyue came out from Ya Jiu that day. He couldn't bear the guilt towards his brothers and confessed everything to Hu Lai.
Two men sat in a military jeep, one in the driver's seat and the other in the passenger seat. The windows were rolled down. Cigarette after cigarette was smoked. The ground was littered with cigarette butts.
Hulu said very little at the time. He just murmured "uh-huh" twice.
Gong Xiaoyue's fingers, which were holding a cigarette, were slightly trembling...
Hulai said later. He needs to think about it. Gong Xiaoyue got off the jeep. Hulai drove away.
But
Who would have thought... something happened...
When he heard that Hu Lai had an accident, Gong Xiao Yue's heart was empty. A feeling of not knowing whether it was pain or despair... It was as if something was being cut off from his body... He knew that he and Hu Lai could no longer be together... Regardless of whether Hu Lai was safe or not, they could no longer be together...
But he still resented her. Resented her so deeply it had become a part of his bones.
He closed his eyes. It was clear in his mind. That day she held the man's hand. "I'm pregnant. It's your child."
She was held by Zheng Jing. He said, "Even if she becomes pregnant with someone else's child, I won't give up on her." She looked down at him, so focused...
She shouted "Dad! Dad!" Her dad took her away, farther and farther. She turned back with a sob...
Gong Xiaoyue's heart was so tight it couldn't be loosened.
He remembered burying himself between her legs. She grabbed his head and shouted "Gong Xiaoyue..."
He remembered the buttons on her bra that he had fastened for her. Her bright eyes gazed at herself, full of dependence and affection.
He can't let her go.
Despair. Infatuation. Abandonment. Unrelenting.
A pure-blooded demon king was being ground down like this. Whose merit is it after all?
Kong Xiaoyue is absurd. But it's also exquisite absurdity; nonsense. It's also high-quality nonsense.
Of course, I know how worthless "transferring anger" is.
But
In a state of mental confusion and disorder.
Rushed to the hospital. Took a look.
Zhang stood beside Han Yingqin...
What another intense stimulation!
Uncontrollable anger. Really unbearable.
Relocating anger, yet it is indeed where emotions have reached.
He hates her.
Hate her to the bone.
He immediately used such words to hurt her.
He walked to the window. Heart. All are painful...
Suddenly heard behind me.
"You've arrived. I'm going out for a walk." The sound was very small and cramped.
"Eh. Mmm. You haven't eaten yet, right?" But. Can't stop him no matter what. When Gong Xiaoyue turned around, Mmm had already quickly walked away. Xiaoyue only saw Mmm lowering his head, those hair strands... endless sorrow...
Gong Xiaoyue turned his head to look out the window, took a deep breath, but couldn't block the big hole in his chest. He turned around and walked out.
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