Learn the gods, do you set up cp?

Chapter 77 17 years old

Wen Jiawei drank half a bottle of peach soda.

Finally got down to business.

Wen Jiawei pretended to be mysterious and said,

"Sister-in-law, do you know what my brother was doing when he was 17?"

Gentle and curious,
"what are you doing?"

Wen Jiawei's tone suddenly became low,
"When I was 17, my brother took a year off from school."

Gentle body froze,
"School leave?"

Wen Jiawei lowered her head,

"So he is obviously so smart, but he is one year older than his peers."

Gently asked,
"Why-"

Wen Jiawei interrupted her,
"Because his father remarried."

Wen Jiawei looked at Wen Rou,
"Did he ever tell you that his mother died very young?"

Feeling unbearable in Wen Rou's heart, she nodded.

Wen Jiawei suddenly smiled wryly,
"He certainly didn't go into detail. He saw his mother die with his own eyes."

Facing gentle and unbelievable eyes,
Wen Jiawei said slowly,

"My aunt is a very famous movie star, but she was chased by crazy fans. The car overturned into the river, and the rescue failed."

Wen Rou was a little surprised, but what Wen Jiawei said next made her freeze in place,

"And at that time, my brother was right behind, watching his mother roll over and fall into the river with his own eyes."

Wen Jiawei was holding the chopsticks, but suddenly lost her appetite, she just spoke vigorously word by word, as if she could only say those words in this way,
"Later I went to see my brother. He seemed to be afraid of light and desperate. He didn't go out all day, just guarding his mother's portrait. He lives in the capital, and I live in Shanghai. We don't see each other very often. But every time I saw him, he was paler and worse than the last time."

"It wasn't until he started to learn about mathematics that his life started to get better. He was doing problems and reading books all day long, and he didn't communicate with others. Later, when he returned to school, he didn't make friends, but he finally seemed to have nothing to do."

"It's just that when I was in high school, my uncle suddenly wanted to marry again. My brother seemed to be crazy. He threw everything that the woman brought in at home and didn't allow that woman to enter the house."

"But my uncle insisted on getting married, so my brother simply moved out of the house, taking nothing but himself."

The dusty past unfolds in front of Gentleness one by one.

The boy's icy brows were frosted in front of her eyes, but when she touched them, they were all broken flesh and blood.

Wen Jiawei's voice was low,

"The media reported the wedding in a big way, and the news was almost overwhelming. Everyone compared the new wife his father found with his mother. Well, higher education than the original partner."

There was indignation in Wen Jiawei's tone,

"How can that well-known courtesan compare with my aunt, who is a beautiful woman from the inside out. It is no exaggeration to say that she is gorgeous. That courtesan is just a skin."

Wen Jiawei clenched her chopsticks tightly,
"My brother doesn't talk much, it's hard for us to know what my brother is thinking."

"After my brother came out of the house, we searched for him for a long time, and finally found him in front of my aunt's tomb. He was so tall, huddled under the tombstone, and his whole body was soaked by the rain."

In front of Wen Rou, it seemed that a young man had appeared. He had already begun to look like an adult, but he was tall but huddled in front of the grave of his prematurely deceased mother, as if he wanted to seek her mother's protection.

But his mother could never protect him.

There seemed to be a dull pain somewhere in Tenderness's heart.

He never said it.

The only show of weakness was last night.

But the mother's matter is also an understatement, and I don't mention it much.

But she didn't expect that what he said was not good at getting along with people turned out to be like this.

It's not that he's not good at it, but that he's closed himself off and deliberately doesn't want to communicate with anyone.

There is a great contrast with his confident and indifferent appearance, seeing that he would not put him with the word gloomy and self-closing at all.

And how far did he have to go to become what he is now?
Wen Wen's nose soured, and she quickly lowered her head so that Wen Jiawei could not see it.

Wen Jiawei's voice trembled slightly, as if choked up,
"Later, my brother and his father broke up completely. My brother left the original school and my mother decided to take care of him."

"For a whole year, he didn't interact with others and shut himself up. During that year, a competition teacher who admired him kept coming to persuade him, trying to pull him out of the abyss."

"In fact, I have always known that my brother was very worried about the departure of my aunt. He felt that if he hadn't insisted on going out to see the exhibition, my mother would not have known that someone was squatting on her and took him out. If that day he There is no unreasonable trouble, now my aunt can still live in the world well, and will not be occupied by others."

Wen Jiawei's eyes were red, with an uncontrollable cry,
"We all want to persuade him, but everyone knows we can't persuade him."

Wen Jiawei's eyes slowly moved up and fell on the gentle face,
"Sister-in-law, do you know that he is really happy after being with you, and it is the happiest time since his mother passed away."

Wen Jiawei's eyes were obviously red, she looked gentle, but smiled,

"Once, when he was eating with me outside, he asked me insinuatingly when I would come to NUS for a stroll. I didn't understand at that time, so I just said that there was something good to do at NUS, so I didn't go."

"Then my brother smiled and said to show me his girlfriend."

Wen Jiawei is obviously smiling, but there is sadness in the smile,

"I don't even remember the last time I saw my brother smile. Moreover, even if it is a smile, there is a difference between a smile and a smile. It seems that this is the first time I saw him smile from the heart. Laughing, but there is no burden in his smile, it seems that he feels very happy when he thinks of you."

"He told me that he received the news that I would come to NUS to have a look that day, and his hands were shaking when he was doing the experiment, and he was not so nervous even during the IMO competition."

Wen Jiawei looked at the gentle eyes with gratitude and joy,
"I knew at that time that my brother likes you very much. You are the one who can bring him change. He wanted to show you to me because in his eyes, you are really important."

Her tender heart twitched, recalling Qin Jing's words that night, her heart became more and more sour,

———I like you, but I don't know how to approach you, you always take care of everyone and smile at everyone.

——You are like this to every boy, and you are no different from me. Sometimes I don’t even know what kind of existence I am to you.

There was a dull pain in the gentle heart.

Thinking of those words now, it's like the wind with thin needles, piercing my heart with pain.

Because without his mother, he lost the person who should care about him the most.

And no one can replace this person.

He has been in a state of insecurity for a long time. He doesn't know if someone will love him, and he doesn't know if someone will stand by his side unswervingly.

His father married another, he has no friends, and he doesn't seek intimacy with anyone.

So in the face of her habit of taking care of everyone, he was at a loss, wondering if she treated him differently from others, or if he was just the one who wasn't special.

All of this is just his self-indulgence.

Rourou suddenly wanted to run to Qin Jing, hug him tightly, and tell him that he was very important to her.

It is so important that it cannot be replaced.

Gentle suddenly began to worry,
Did she say enough to make him feel at ease that night?

Or does it still make him worry?
Wen Jiawei turned her head to the side, wiped her tears, then turned her head again, pretending to be relaxed and said,

"Sister-in-law, do you want to know what happened after my brother went back to school?"

Nod gently.

Wen Jiawei laughed through tears,

"My brother transferred to the High School Affiliated to National University, which is in the same school as me. Because of his excellent grades and good looks, many girls like him, but he has always been cold and doesn't talk to others, so he is basically discouraged. For a while Time, because the new wife won the actress, the media is always reporting the news about his father's new wife, and it is inevitable to show the story of his father and the new wife and publicize it again. Go out and relax."

"In the end, I just ran into a professional high school gangster who extorted protection fees. My brother picked up a broken chair from the ground and rushed up. Those people actually didn't dare to risk their lives, let alone my brother. I didn't lose in the nine heads-up. My brother stepped on the back of the gangster and forced him to take out all the money. Later, he took a stack of money and ran to the radio station, saying that he was robbed of money during this period. All come to the radio studio and get their money back."

"Those people swarmed up dubiously, and my brother had wounds on his face, blood and mud spots on his body, and he was like a gangster, sitting on the radio station with his legs crossed and giving money to those students, because my brother looked fierce, No one dared to pretend to be for fear of being beaten. Those students held the money and were grateful, but seeing my brother's fierce face, none of them dared to speak loudly, and the voices of everyone saying thank you were as small as mosquitoes."

"My brother was in a very upset mood at first, so he asked casually, and he didn't even understand thank you, did he not eat?"

Wen Jiawei burst into laughter by herself, remembering the scene that she thought was handsome and fierce at the time, but now it seems extremely funny,

"Those classmates were scared and grateful one by one, they blushed and shouted thank you loudly before running away."

"I don't know what happened. Since then, in the second year of high school, there have been many little boys who are like my brother's younger brothers. They have been following him, never leaving him. They worship and obey him. They can't be driven away. Everyone in the third and first grades of high school knew about it, and when they saw my brother, they would call him Brother Jing, so my brother became famous.”

Thinking of that scene, Rourou felt a little cute for no reason, and couldn't help laughing.

Wen Jiawei continued,

"After that incident, many people took the initiative to want to be friends with him, so he had a lot of friends out of nowhere, and he hugged him everywhere. What kind of god is not a god, other school bullies don't have such popularity at all, yes Because my brother is lovable, so many people follow him."

Rourou remembered that when she met Qin Jing on the road in her third year of high school, she would always see him hugging and hugging. Although he often had a cold face, there was always a large group of people following him.

Gentle couldn't help laughing.

It turned out to be the case.

Wen Jiawei also laughed,
"My brother also started to come out a little bit at that time. Although he still doesn't talk much and doesn't take the initiative to communicate with others, his life has hope, and he is no longer fighting alone."

Wen Jiawei looked gentle and said seriously,

"Until I met you, I thought he could really come out."

"Sister-in-law, you must treat him well, because in my brother's heart, you are really important."

Her gentle heart trembled, but she looked at Wen Jiawei steadfastly,
"Don't worry, I will."

Wen Jiawei smiled at her.

The evening breeze in summer is gentle and warm, but it makes people's hearts throb.

After having dinner with Wen Jiawei, Wen Rou sent her to the door.

Wen Jiawei was as happy as when she came here, and waved to her,
"Sister-in-law, I'm leaving!"

People around looked over one after another.

But Wenrou didn't evade, smiled lightly, and waved her hand,
"Bye-Bye."

Gu Yuansheng just finished class, and took Rourou to the bakery next to the coffee shop to buy tiramisu.

The bread and cakes in the glass window look extra delicious under the yellowish light.

Wen Rou accompanied Gu Yuansheng walking in the bakery, and suddenly saw a six-inch birthday cake with a picture of a little boy and a little girl, holding hands, the girl's pink skirt was tender, and their faces were also powder puffed Flutter, as if shy, but holding hands tightly.

Although the painting skills are immature, there is a feeling of embarrassment.

asked gently,

"How do you sell this?"

The baker's apprentice smiled shyly,

"I made this one. It's not good. The master said it can't be sold. I put it here just to see if anyone asks."

Gentle straightened up, and smiled warmly at the apprentice,
"It's okay, you've done a good job, sell it to me."

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Qin Jing was still in the laboratory, but suddenly received gentle news,
"I'm in the bamboo forest under the laboratory building."

Qin Jing immediately stopped the experimental system and walked downstairs.

Wen Rou was sitting on a stone bench in a light purple dress, and the evening wind was blowing her skirt.

And there is a cake box next to it, which is the cake I bought just now.

Seeing Qin Jing coming down, Ruan immediately stood up and said with a smile,
"You're here."

Qin Jing looked at the small bag on her shoulder bitten by mosquitoes, and said distressedly,
"There are so many mosquitoes here, why are you waiting for me here?"

Shaking his head tenderly, he smiled at him,

"It's okay, I want to see you soon."

Qin Jing looked at her face, and his heart softened unconsciously.
"Why are you in such a hurry to see me today?"

Smiling softly,

"I want you to help me celebrate my birthday."

Qin Jing was puzzled,

"Your birthday?"

Isn't there still three months?

Gentleness seemed to see his hesitation, she smiled and said,
"I celebrate my birthday every year. I was only 17 years old. Because of those things that happened, I didn't have a good birthday. Can you make it up for me?"

Her big eyes blinked, Qin Jing had no way to refuse, even omitting doubts and puzzles, he could agree to any nonsensical request, but with a soft heart, he smiled dotingly at her,
"it is good."

Looking at him tenderly, he raised his face and asked,
"Then can I ask you to sing the birthday song for me now?"

Qin Jing smiled lightly,

"can."

His voice was very deep, even singing the birthday song had a sense of Zisu.

Although there is no skill, it makes people feel extraordinarily tender, and every sentence falls on people's hearts.

Wenrou listened to Qin Jing singing her birthday song, bowed her head and pursed her lips and smiled, then turned around and inserted the candles on the cake, and lit them one by one with the prepared lighter.

She held the cake and looked at him with smiling eyes,
"Then sang the birthday song, now 17-year-old Qi Qi came to blow out candles and make a wish."

Qin Jing was amused by her seriousness, took the cake from her hand,
"Alright, seventeen-year-old Qiqi, come and make a wish."

He closed his eyes with a gentle smile, clasped his hands together, and solemnly said,
"The first wish is that my father will be happy and carefree in his next life, and stop doing hard work."

The light from the candle danced in the night, falling on her jade-white and beautiful face.

Qin Jing looked at her face in the beating firelight, his eyes moved slightly.

The matter of her father was probably her worst nightmare when she was 17 years old.

If this wish can come true, it may be her greatest comfort at the age of 17.

Wen Rou still closed her eyes, but there was no heaviness in her tone,

But there is a cuteness that makes people admire,

"The second wish is to improve my studies and not to delay my maths, so that I can be admitted to NUS!"

Qin Jing smiled, not wanting to remind her that in her second wish she made three wishes in one go.

Greedy as expected like a child.

But when it comes to a 17-year-old girl, it is justifiable. I am always afraid that my wish will not come true, so I will take advantage of it and make a few more, anyway, one of them will come true.

Qin Jing asked curiously,
"What about the third wish?"

Gentlely clasped her hands, facing the candle dancing in the wind, she smiled lightly and said slowly,
"The third wish."

"I want to marry Qin Jing."

Her ending sound rises, it seems to be full of joy and yearning.

The wind slowly sent her 17-year-old wish to his ears.

And he froze all of a sudden.

(End of this chapter)