The young man who cultivated the truth returned to the city

On the second floor of the music building, as Lan Shuangning entered the music room, Guo Tingyun also left here.

At the corner of a staircase not far away, a person walked out - it was Zhao Shiyao.

From the beginning, she was standing there, but she never showed up. She also saw everything that just happened.

On a certain path on campus, Jimo was sitting on a stone chair, looking at the sky, not in any mood to do anything else. Opposite him, Ye Zhiling sat on another stone chair.

Ye Zhiling looked at him and asked, "Is that beautiful woman your girlfriend?"

Ji Mo looked at the sky and said, "Why do you think so?"

"I can see that she has deep feelings for you."

"...Well, she is my girlfriend, but that was in the past."

"Then why did you tell her that I was your...lover?"

Ye Zhiling asked with a slight blush.

"Because I don't want her to miss me anymore."

Ji Mo shifted his gaze and looked at Ye Zhiling, his face no longer showing the scornful look before.

"You should be able to tell that that woman is no ordinary person." Jimo said.

"Well, she is the daughter of a rich family?" Ye Zhiling knew at the first sight of Lan Shuangning that she was no ordinary person.

"Yes, she is a young lady, and I used to be like her, a young lady from a wealthy family, but my family's company closed down, and our identities became very different from hers, so her family asked her to I broke up."

The process described by Ji Mo and Ye Zhiling did not tell the truth. His family's company did not go bankrupt, it was just that he was kicked out of the family.

He doesn't tell the truth because he doesn't want to expose himself.

"The handsome man just now is the fiancé her family found for her. They are already engaged. I know Shuang Ning still has nostalgia for me, but the gap between us is too big. If she and I force our relationship, we will only It hurt her even more.”

"So every time I see her now, I will try my best to act as vulgar and bad as possible. Only in this way can she let go of her nostalgia for me and be with that man with peace of mind."

Ji Mo said, this sentence is half true and half false. The real one is his feelings for Lan Shuangning, the fake one is his life experience.

Yes, what he said seemed pitiful, as if he was trying to gain sympathy, but did he care about other people's sympathy?

What do you think a dying person needs to say to gain sympathy from others?

impossible!

He just wanted to express that feeling, the feeling of being suppressed by death and still having to carry it.

Please remember that he is a dying man, a desperate man, and no one said he could live! (Including the author~)

It should be understandable for a dying person to just say sad things, right?

Listening to what Ji Mo said, Ye Zhiling was confused again.

"But you are a cultivator. If you want to rise, no one should be able to stop you." Ye Zhiling said.

After Ji Mo paused, of course she would not admit that she was a cultivator.

"Hey, what are you talking about? How can such a thing exist?" Jimo said with a bitter smile.

"Are you not willing to admit it, or are you afraid of admitting it?" Ye Zhiling already firmly believed that Ji Mo was a cultivator. Since he didn't admit it, there must be some reason.

"You think too much." Jimo said.

"Ding dong."

Ye Zhiling took out her mobile phone and glanced at the text messages on it, her eyebrows furrowed. She immediately stood up and said to Ji Mo: "Ji Mo, I have something to do at home, so I will leave first."

"Well, go ahead." Jimo said.

Ye Zhiling ran towards the school gate, and after just a few steps, she suddenly turned back, hesitated and said, "Don't be too sad, there is no grass anywhere in the world."

Ji Mo suddenly smiled playfully after hearing what she said.

"Are you considered Fangcao?"

"..."

Ye Zhiling paused, then ran away with a blushing face.

Watching Ye Zhiling leave, Ji Mo's expression turned back to sadness.

Am I flirting with girls? Ji Mo suddenly laughed at himself.

A dying man…

ridiculous!

It was already noon and the sun was shining brightly.

Jimo has always felt that the sun is very good to him, because it always wraps himself with the most comfortable warmth. This feeling is like a homecoming, and this feeling has helped him survive many desperate mornings.

Ji Mo couldn't help but think of one thing. It seemed that since he absorbed the magic spring, no matter where he went, he had never seen a cloudy sky in the morning. The sun was very good every morning, and it seemed that the goddess appeared regularly to comfort him.

Ji Mo looked at the sun and felt better again. Although God abandoned him, the sun has always been kind to him.

At this moment, he didn't want to do anything but look at the sun.

Most people cannot look directly at such a strong sun, but Ji Mo looked directly at the sun without squinting his eyes or frowning. He did not use his energy to protect his eyes, but simply looked at the sun.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

One minute, two minutes...

"boom!"

A shocking explosion filled Jimo's eardrums, endless molten flames surged in his pupils, and the sun in his eyes suddenly enlarged infinitely.

Zoom in, zoom in, zoom in!

He saw the surface of the sun, he saw the unparalleled light above the sun, and he saw the molten flames surging thousands of meters.

The picture continued to zoom in, and Jimo saw a group of strange winding lines, which exuded a sacred light.

As the picture continued to zoom in, Ji Mo felt that his body was burning, and the pain, the burning pain was transmitted to his nerves.

"Pah!"

Ji Mo was startled, and he didn't control his strength for a moment, and directly smashed the stone chair he was sitting on.

"Hu, hu, hu..."

He breathed heavily, his back was wet with cold sweat, and the corners of his eyes suddenly hurt. Tears began to flow continuously, and instantly covered his face.

He turned around suddenly and looked around, and found that the surrounding scenery was still the same, with green grass and red flowers, and gusts of breeze.

"Just now... what was that..."

Ji Mo looked at the sun with a shocked expression, and Nan Nan said.

"Ji Mo, are you okay?"

Suddenly, a familiar and pleasant voice came from behind him.

Ji Mo turned his head and saw Zhao Yue, who was full of energy in a short-sleeved shirt and shorts.

It must be said that Zhao Shiyao's legs were really dazzling, and Ji Mo glanced at them without paying attention.

"It's okay, it's just that this stone chair suddenly broke."

Ji Mo immediately wiped his tears and said with a smile.

Zhao Shiyao walked over and saw the tears on his face, and her heart couldn't help but ache.

She understood everything Ji Mo did, because he was dying and he couldn't give Lan Shuangning happiness, so he wanted to cut off Lan Shuangning's feelings for him and let her accept another happiness with peace of mind.

When Ji Mo made Lan Shuangning cry, she was watching not far away. She knew that Ji Mo's ruffian and all the bad behavior he did were for Lan Shuangning's good.

His love was selfless. He only wanted the other person to be happy, regardless of his own image.

Who among the lovers in the world dared to give their true heart to each other and not ask for the other person's understanding?

In Zhao Shiyao's heart, the impression of Ji Mo could not help but deepen a little bit - in love, this man is great.

"I saw it all." Zhao Shiyao looked at him and said.

In fact, when they were in the music building, Ji Mo had already noticed that Zhao Shiyao was hiding there.

"Well, after I die, please keep this secret for me and never tell Shuangning." Ji Mo said.

For some reason, he couldn't stop crying. After he looked at the sun, he started to feel sore and started to cry. Now, after wiping his eyes, his eye sockets were red and swollen.

"You are great, but she won't understand you." Zhao Shiyao said.

"I know." Ji Mo found that he couldn't wipe the tears from his eyes clean, so he simply stopped wiping them.

"You will be hated by her."

"I know."

"Then why did you do this?"

"It's very simple, because I don't want her to be a widow..."

Ji Mo had a smile on his face, looking very free and easy, with tears streaming down his face.

I don't want her to be a widow...

I don't want her to be a widow...

Such a simple sentence, but when it fell into Zhao Shiyao's ears, she knew how much sadness it contained.

She looked at the tearful man and felt very sympathetic to him.

She originally thought that he was just an ordinary soul. Although he did things with great perseverance, he didn't leave a deep impression on her.

But what happened today, she knew that this man's soul was so kind.

The so-called kindness is nothing more than giving to someone without seeking understanding and return, but few people in the world can do it.

He smiled and shed tears, and fell into her eyes, so handsome and unrestrained.

No one in the world can reach it.

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