Mrs. Pinqiao

Chapter 65
In the past, Ning Zimo did nothing wrong, but was beaten, scolded and abandoned by others. Now Ning Zimo did all wrong things, but no one dared to deny him a word.

This is the human heart, this is power.

How could it be possible not to get lost?
If the world was kind to him, how could he not be kind to the world?

"Susu, these years I have been so beautiful, enjoying all the glory and wealth, who can say that I am wrong." He stared at the wine glass and laughed intermittently, "The only person who knows those things is gone, no one will Remember, no one will care."

But he himself is still alive, and he himself still remembers.

Tan Su grabbed his cup, and it was the first time she was so bold in front of him, saying something that didn't fit her status, "Master Xiang, don't drink any more."

Ning Zimo's eyes were a little dazzled, but he didn't care. He smiled and waved his hands, "Add more wine."

Tan Su remained motionless, and stubbornly tugged at his arm, "Why bother to torture yourself, Mr. Xiang, the past is over, Mr. Xiang is now in power, what do you want? Why bother with some unimportant people?"

Ning Zimo looked at her in confusion, and murmured alone: ​​"Are they all unimportant people? But they have been dead for so many years, they are all choked in my heart, and I can't let go..."

"That's because Xiangye cares about them too much." Tan Su looked at him seriously, word by word, "Xiangye cares about them, they can hurt you, if Xiangye doesn't care about them, they are just the past to you , just some irrelevant people."

The fingers loosened a little, and the wine glass slipped from his hand, and fell on the ground with a sharp sound. Ning Zimo couldn't hear it clearly, but felt that Tan Su's words turned into silk threads and penetrated into his mind, echoing again and again.

"It was never them who refused to let Xiangye go, but Xiangye yourself. When their harm and abuse can't hurt Xiangye anymore, they are just dispensable people."

"Master Xiang admits that they hurt him, which means he admits that he cares about them."

Ning Zimo staggered to the side of the wine jar, he stared at the wine inside, trying to see his appearance clearly, but he could only see his blurred reflection, the outline gradually became clear, and he became his childhood appearance...

"Little bastard, do you deserve to drink the wine I brew?" A slap slapped him on the face, and the sky was dark.

The woman's pretty face was slowly getting old, and her sunken eyes were wide open, looking at him in horror, he bent down to look directly into her eyes, and then smiled, "Am I worthy now?"

With the dagger pressed against her neck, she knelt on the ground and begged bitterly, in a state of embarrassment that she had never seen before, "I beg you, even if I have wronged you in the past, for the sake of being your mother, Just let us go..."

He looked up to the sky and laughed, white knives in and red knives out, making her unable to make a sound, he approached her ear and asked her softly: "Are you worthy too?"

No one ever answered his question again.

There were ripples in the wine jar, and a tear fell into it. He supported the jar with both hands, and his thoughts slowly came back. He didn't even realize that it was tears that fell into it just now.

"You mean, I still care about them?"

"Sir, calm down and think about it."

He clasped the table and lifted it hard, throwing everything on the table to the ground. A large jar of wine hit the ground directly and shattered. Blocking the debris, the splashed tiles still scratched the back of her hand.

Almost at the same time, Qi Bing slammed open the window and leaped in from the outside. He drew out his long sword and pointed it straight at Tan Su. When he found that Tan Su was also in shock, he stopped.

(End of this chapter)