Spread joy in the arms of the cold male god

Chapter 143
Compared with An Cheng's anger, Lu Jingyan's expression was extraordinarily calm, even a little cold, and his deep voice had almost no ups and downs, "Mom, don't meddle in my feelings anymore. I'm 25 years old this year. It’s time to start a family.”

"A Yan, if you want to start a family, you don't want to start a family with this woman!"

"..."

"Wow——" Suddenly, the cup fell off Song Xiaolin's hand and hit the floor heavily.

Start a family... start a business?
These four words suddenly felt strange and harsh to her.

But vaguely remember the past.

In fact, she always knew that Aunt An didn't like her, and she didn't like Su Lingling either.

When she was 13 years old, she was still a little girl who didn't know what love was, and chatted all day long, but Lu Jingyan was already a rebellious teenager. Back then, Aunt An learned about his relationship with Su Lingling from the head teacher. However, in order to pursue the girl he likes, he disobeyed his mother's words for the first time, and was also beaten by his mother for the first time, but he There was such a shining light in his eyes.

Even after seven years, she still remembered his hot and sincere eyes, which burned her heart aching inch by inch.

She always thought that she was just five years late, but she didn't know that these five years might be a lifetime.

Later, she began to blame herself, why she went to Yulong Pavilion.

She thought with regret, if he hadn't gone to Yulong Pavilion that day, would he not have met Su Lingling again, and would not have rekindled his old relationship.

Why, why is she going to Yulong Pavilion!

"Tsk, I was just worrying about it, and here comes another nasty thing, how old is he, why is he so clumsy, even a cup can be broken into pieces, what else can he do?" An Cheng's voice was calm. Slowly passed into the ears.

Song Xiaolin hurriedly squatted down to pick up broken glass all over the place, fearing that An Cheng would be upset again, so he kept apologizing: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

"Don't say a few words." Lu Zhengquan signaled An Cheng to stop talking with his eyes, then turned his head and asked with concern, "Xiao Song, have you been hurt? Don't pick it up, what if your hand bleeds?" I'll let Mrs. Wu go and sweep the glass on the floor."

An Cheng clicked her tongue again in dissatisfaction: "What? She did something wrong, so I can't complain?"

"It's just a cup."

"What happened to a cup?"

"...It's not like you haven't been broken before."

"Hehe Lu Zhengquan, you protect her so much, those who don't know think she is your daughter."

"..."

Song Xiaolin picked up a piece of broken glass, but was stunned for a long time.

Yeah, what's wrong with a cup?
nothing.

It's just that everything she does is wrong, that's all.

From the corner of the eye, the three of them all turned their attention to her, but only Lu Jingyan did not.

He still turned his back to her, leaving her with a tall and cold back.

Yes, the person he loves is by his side.

How could he notice her?

She thought indifferently and self-deprecatingly, but tears welled up in her eyes.

The quarrel downstairs was still going on, but Song Xiaolin couldn't listen to anything anymore.

Inadvertently, she glanced down.

But separated by a short distance, Su Lingling and Su Lingling looked at each other without any warning or hindrance.

Looking at Su Lingling, she suddenly felt that the curved eyebrows seemed familiar.

It seems... where have I seen it?

She looked down at the fragments in her palm.

Her eyebrows and eyes were faintly reflected on the mirror of the broken glass.

Curved willow-leaf eyebrows, standard almond eyes, look foggy from a distance, but shimmering, very clear, sparkling and charming when viewed up close.

At that moment, Song Xiaolin only felt that something in his heart was broken.

It turns out that all of this is fake.

She used to naively thought that one day she would be able to catch up with him.

But after going around for seven years, he finally chose Bai Yueguang.

She studied hard, studied physics, which she was not good at, and studied medicine because he gave up his favorite literature major, wrote his name in black and white, the withered rose on the window sill, the envelope locked in the cabinet, secretly photographed him one after another Zhang's photo...

These memories, which she once regarded as the best and sweetest, turned into a joke for her scene by scene, and made her feel miserable.

No wonder, sometimes she felt that she was very close to him, so close that she could touch him, but it was obviously separated by a whole Milky Way, so how could she be so close?
His tenderness, his thoughtfulness, his whispers like love words...

It turned out that he was only thinking about another woman through her eyebrows and eyes.

For Song Xiaolin, how is it different from killing her?
She held the broken glass tightly, and the previous wound hadn't healed yet, but she was pierced again with cuts and bruises all over her body.

Her heart suddenly hurt so badly, as if her breath was taken away, she was extremely deprived of oxygen, fine cold sweat oozes from her forehead, her eyes were dark, and she fell powerlessly to the ground.

"Xiao Song!" It was Aunt Wu's voice.

Then, there was the sound of approaching footsteps.

At the last moment when her consciousness disappeared, she seemed to hear an urgent "child" from a distance, or maybe she didn't.

But yes or no, it doesn't matter anymore.

*
When Song Xiaolin woke up, the room was dark except for a warm yellow lamp beside the bed.

Head aches.

She subconsciously stretched out her hand to cover her forehead, but touched the slightly rough gauze.

In an instant, she remembered everything that happened this evening.

She reached for her phone and glanced at the time.

The screen showed 35:[-].

After that, she casually put on a coat and walked out of the room, but instead of going downstairs to eat, she went straight to the study.

Unexpectedly, the door of the study was half-closed, and a light came out from inside.

This gap seems to be reserved for her.

Song Xiaolin didn't knock on the door, but gently pushed the door open, and the sound of tapping on the keyboard came from next to her ear, slowly flowing in the air, making her dazed for a moment, as if she was sitting Back in high school with the time machine, she always came to the study room to ask him about physics topics that he was not good at at all, but after only a moment, she came back to her senses and looked at Lu Jingyan, who was staring at the computer screen, looking down from time to time Opening the thick English book, his eyebrows seemed to be coated with a soft color of light. He didn't look up, but he knew that it was her, and he said casually, "My child, my business, you It's probably clear."

It was precisely because she was so clear that she was so heartbroken that she could suffocate and faint from the pain.

She nodded, her voice was pale, and she stated a fact that made her extremely sad: "You and Su Lingling got back together."

After seven years, they reunited again after a broken mirror.

I must love it very much.

She remembered an unforgettable sentence——

The book says,
People who love each other will meet again no matter how many years they go around.

These words, for him and Su Lingling, are the most beautiful words of love in the world.

But to her, it was just cruelty.

(End of this chapter)