Let her be arrogant

Chapter 15 Chinese New Year
  "Zizzizi..."

Gu Huairuo suddenly stepped on the brakes.

The brand-new car tires scratched a long white mark on the cement road.

Sheng Lanqing's body threw forward uncontrollably, but fortunately, she supported the car door in time.

"Why did you stop the car?"

Sheng Lanqing walked out of the car window and looked at Gu Huairuo doubtfully.

With his gentle and calm temperament, he shouldn't behave like this suddenly.

"Nothing, I'm just a little surprised."

Gu Huairuo adjusted his emotions in time and looked at her with complicated eyes: "Is there a boy Lan Qing likes?"

He still remembered how Sheng Lanqing had just come to the Gu family, suspicious and surly.

Like a beast that had been deeply hurt by someone, it had the most dazzling face.

It's hard for someone not to be attracted to her.

This kind of wild vitality was something Gu Huairuo had never seen before at that time.

"not yet."

Sheng Lanqing's crow-feather-like eyelashes drooped lightly, but Xi Yu's figure flashed past her heart.

Not yet.

She could only understand Xi Yu's departure. After all, everyone has the right to choose.

But it was still not easy to accept emotionally, and she was still complaining that he was not moved by her attempts to stay.

This is not good, like a contradictory madman.

"It's just," Sheng Lanqing leaned back in his chair and raised his eyes slightly, "if there is someone who likes me, I prefer to be a hunter."

"That's good of you, Lanqing."

Gu Huairuo didn't know whether he was stressed or disappointed.

"No one can make you weak so you won't get hurt."

Sheng Lanqing opened her mouth, wanting to say that no one's maturity and strength are created by happiness.

She is not afraid of suffering, but afraid of setbacks.

"Thank you, Brother Huairuo."

There was no need to mention these words to Gu Huairuo.

It just adds to the worries.

Gu Huairuo restarted the car and was speechless all the way.

Light yellow wintersweet is planted on both sides of the gravel road, with a subtle fragrance.

Dozens of sausages and bacon, as well as red pig heads, were hung on bamboo racks in the yard.

The stone table and benches were covered with a thick layer of soft cushions, and the black and white pieces on the chessboard were crisscrossed.

"Hey, I won!"

Teacher Gu jumped up excitedly, with a strand of white hair hanging down from his forehead, which earned him a blank look from the teacher's wife opposite him.

"Hey," he noticed someone coming in and looked over in surprise, "Xiao Sheng is back!"

"Teacher Gu."

Sheng Lanqing placed the New Year gift on the table, pursed her lips and smiled: "Happy New Year."

"Good, good, good."

He said a few good words in a row, worry appeared on his eyebrows again, and he asked tentatively: "Is your matter okay?"

Sheng Lanqing said softly: "Don't worry, it'll be fine."

In fact, the matter is not that small, but there is no need for Teacher Gu to experience the ups and downs of the world.

He has retired, so he should grow flowers and grass in peace and enjoy a peaceful old age life.

After dinner, Gu Huairuo grabbed the bowl and washed it.

Teacher Gu and his wife happily turned on the TV and brought in the oven to bake sweet potatoes.

Sheng Lanqing helped bake a few and baked candies, but she said she had no appetite and couldn't eat them.

Snowflakes are falling, bit by bit, accumulating dead branches in the yard, and there are cracking sounds from time to time.

"Why are you here alone?" Gu Huairuo had just finished washing the dishes and passed by the living room without seeing Sheng Lanqing, so he looked for her.

Sheng Lanqing smiled, wearing a long red down jacket, and there was no trace of excitement between her eyebrows.

"Brother Huairuo, do you know any teachers majoring in painting at University B?"

Gu Huairuo was a little surprised, but still answered seriously: "There is one person. I have taken her elective course in the past. If you need it, I can help you recommend her."

"Then," Sheng Lanqing stretched out her hand towards him, as if to give him a high-five, "it's settled!"

Kun Opera's influence is always limited by performance alone.

It would always be better if we could design some similar peripherals and release them in line with the purpose of the new screenwriter.

Sheng Lanqing has no intention of completely inheriting the ideas of the previous generation.

It’s not that she is overconfident, but that every era has its corresponding cultural spirit, and what we need to do is to adapt to it rather than go against it.

Gu Huairuo smiled gently and matched her high-five: "I will do my best to help you as long as I can."

In the middle of the night, the mobile phone kept ringing next to the bed.

Sheng Lanqing woke up with a start and frowned when she saw the name "Lu Lin" on the screen.

She answered the call and waited patiently for someone to speak, but there was only the sound of loud music and the clinking of wine glasses.

In the end, the place couldn't hold its breath anymore and gradually became quiet. The footsteps seemed to come to an open place, which was extremely dull.

"It's time for your marriage to be settled with the Song family."

Lu Lin talked to herself, with a very excited tone.

"Now that it's the New Year, you should also visit his parents and pick up some gifts."

Sheng Lanqing turned up the volume on her phone, turned sideways and looked at the dark call interface, unconsciously scratching her wrist with her nails until red marks appeared.

"why?"

Sheng Lanqing asked softly.

She suddenly didn't want to quarrel with Lu Lin, but wanted an answer.

Why is the relationship between mother and daughter worse than that between strangers?

After so many years together, Lu Lin still only wants to use her as a bargaining chip in a transaction?
  "what why?"

Lu Lin obviously didn't understand what she meant and interrupted Sheng Lanqing impatiently.

"Don't think Mom doesn't care about you," Lu Lin rambled, saying such sensational words to Sheng Lanqing for the first time, "Nowadays, rich families want a good wife and loving mother, who must be filial and good at raising children..."

Then give up her career ideals and spend her life numb and mediocre?
  Or will there be a fight with her husband’s little lover along the way?
  Sheng Lanqing lowered the volume again, slowly closed her eyes, and dozed off in a daze.

She didn't come back to her senses until the other end started shouting "Hey, are you still listening?"

"I am listening."

Sheng Lanqing's sadness was forced to disappear and she told a half-hearted lie.

"Is there anything else you want to explain?"

Lu Lin was silent for a few minutes, not wanting to hang up the phone but her head was empty and she had nothing to say.

"In short," she thought for a long time before finding some experience from her past as a lover, "you need to give him more children so that Mrs. Song's position can be more secure."

"Then why don't you give Sheng Cangting another son?"

Sheng Lanqing scoffed rudely and cut off the call before Lu Lin became furious.

There was no light at all in the room, and it was suffocatingly dark.

Sheng Lanqing covered her head with a quilt, then opened it restlessly, but still couldn't fall asleep again.

She was still young, so neither Lu Lin nor Sheng Cangting cared about her words.

No matter how vicious she speaks, she is only regarded as a kitten with bright paws.

Time is running out……

There was a faint sound of cat meowing, ethereal and distant.

Sheng Lanqing recalled the black cat that escaped in the snowy night and the lost transparent umbrella.

And... that person...

He didn't send her a few words of New Year's greetings.

(End of this chapter)