The hero who crossed the line of fire has a dream

Chapter 204 A heart is suddenly cold as water!

After Wang Yue went up to the second floor, he found the room with the wooden sign "Qingxiang Pavilion".

Wang Yue stopped at the door of the room. He only cared not to be late, and ignored that his whole body was soaked in the heavy rain. It was really impolite to go to see Jian Li's mother in such an embarrassed appearance. When meeting for the first time, the first impression is very important.

Wang Yue remembered the previous phone call with Jianli's mother. Compared with Jian Zhongfeng's old-fashioned and aggressive tone, Jianli's mother's tone was soft, like clear water, and the lotion's soul was so relaxing. .

Maybe Jian Li's mother is someone who doesn't care about these details.

Wang Yue took off the top of his sportswear and twisted the water, then put it on again, and knocked gently on the sandalwood sliding door.

A soft and gentle voice sounded: "Come in."

Wang Yue opened the sandalwood door, and the room inside was not big, but both the floor and the walls were covered with sandalwood boards that exuded a touch of sandalwood. The whole room was decorated in a very stylish and elegant manner, giving the first It feels very relaxed and comfortable, and the faint fragrance of tea fills the room.

Wang Yue, who was all wet and dripping from the corners of his clothes and hair, really didn't match this elegant room.

On the balcony of the small room, there is an exquisite wooden table with a lifelike camellia pattern carved on the wooden table, as well as a few verses praising the tea ceremony.

A beautiful woman with a gentle appearance like water and a temperament like an empty orchid is playing with the tea set with her white and tender hands. The scent of tea in the room is from the purple sand teapot.

The woman glanced at Wang Yue, who was all wet, with a gentle smile in her eyes, and said, "Sit down."

Wang Yue glanced blankly at the woman, this is Jian Li's mother, a gentle woman with a temperament like a secluded orchid, the gentle temperament of Jian Li may be inherited from her.

Jianli's mother did not show disgust because of his wet appearance, which made Wang Yue's impression of Jianli's mother a little better immediately.

Wang Yue walked to the wooden table on the balcony, and sat on the same very delicate wooden chair in a regular manner, smelling the fresh aroma of tea.

Although the balcony is not very big, the line of sight here is very good, you can see the extremely beautiful camellia blooming in the back garden.

"Introduce myself, my name is Su Wanlan, you can call me Aunt Su."

There was no pretence in Su Wanlan's voice, with a gentle tone like making friends, and kindly introduced herself to Wang Yue.

Wang Yue introduced himself closely and said, "My name is Wang Yue."

Wang Yue was able to maintain a tough attitude in front of the aggressive Jian Zhongfeng, but in front of the gentle Su Wanlan, Wang Yue was a little nervous.

Su Wanlan stretched out her white and tender hands, held a delicate purple sand teapot, poured a cup of tea for Wang Yue, and said softly, "Do you know why I am looking for you?"

Wang Yue nodded and said, "I know, it's Ali's business."

As usual, Su Wanlan said this to Wang Yue kindly: "Your mother or your father, did they quietly buy you gifts in order to surprise you?"

Wang Yue said, "Yes."

Su Wanlan asked, "Do you like the gift your parents bought you?"

Wang Yue said, "I like it."

Wang Yue's family belonged to the below-average family. The gifts his parents bought for him were all very cheap. However, every one of them was Wang Yue's favorite. There was no other reason. His parents bought it for him.

Su Wanlan said softly: "Every child is the heart of their parents. As a parent, they always try their best to give him the best. I like to buy some small gifts for Ali, and Li also likes me to buy them. As a gift, A Li’s ideas are just like yours, and the things that your parents buy are always likable.”

Wang Yue couldn't help shaking his head slightly, his heart suddenly became as cold as water.

Su Wanlan used a foreshadowing technique to elicit the following words in a gesture of throwing bricks to attract jade.

Su Wanlan first asked Wang Yue if he liked the gift his parents bought him. Wang Yue said he liked it because his parents bought it for him.

At the beginning, these brief conversations did not make Wang Yue think much, until Su Wanlan said, "The things that parents buy are always liked", Wang Yue understood in an instant, Su Wanlan is He is telling him that if there is something, he will help Ali choose, and Ali will definitely accept it, because she is her mother, Ali accepts what I give her, just like you accept the gift your parents bought you generally.

Wang Yue said in a determined tone: "The word love is not a gift!"

Facing Wang Yue, who had a tough tone, Su Wanlan's tone was still as soft as she said, "What I give to Ali is the best."

Wang Yue said: "The best is not necessarily the most suitable."

Su Wanlan said: "Just like a commodity, you get what you pay for. Good things are expensive, and the next thing is cheaper. Maybe at the beginning of the purchase, two items with different prices have the same appearance and are very beautiful. However, when you buy these two things home, and after using them for a long time at the same time, you will find that the quality of the cheap items is far inferior to the expensive ones."

Wang Yue grinned and said coldly, "So in Aunt Su's eyes, love is an object."

Su Wanlan asked, "Do you know what love is?"

Wang Yue said: "A person who understands love must be a fool, I don't understand love, but I know that everyone is an independent individual, and everyone has the right to pursue what they like. , should have this right.”

Su Wanlan said calmly, "What I did was to help A Li to eliminate the inferior ones and let A Li choose the best ones."

A self-deprecating smile appeared on Wang Yue's face, and he said, "I'm very bad, so I was eliminated?"

Su Wanlan did not answer Wang Yue's question directly, but answered in a different way, saying, "You lost to Jiang Xuanye, didn't you?"

Wang Yue did not veto his failure, nor did he excuse his failure. He nodded and admitted honestly, "Well, it was a crushing defeat."

Su Wanlan elegantly took a sip of the fragrant tea, looked at the extremely beautiful camellia blooming in the garden, and said, "The previous example has already explained that good things always have good reasons, you say what I said. It is an object, in fact, it is a truth, when this truth is applied to things in reality, is the result not the same obvious?"

Jian Zhongfeng's words were like knives, and each knife cut out the flesh of Wang Yue's self-esteem. Although Wang Yue was in pain, he was able to resist it.

Every sentence of Su Wanlan's words was in a soft and gentle tone, but every sentence made Wang Yue almost collapse.

　[I challenge your monthly pass with a wonderful and perfect plot, Ru, can you dare to fight? ]

　　

　

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