Fast Transmigration: Black Moonlight Sharks Are Crazy in Shura Field

Chapter 195 What should I do if my fiancé is a fake young master (Zhao Xuchang Li Huai)

Inferiority.

This word seemed to be engraved into Zhao Xuchang's bones, making him back down everywhere, making him never dare to say love loudly again.

Obviously they are good brothers who played together all the time in the slums, Qi Yingzhou has the self-confidence of rampage, and can express his love without any scruples.

He can't.

Every year on Ling Chan's birthday, he would prepare gifts for Ling Chan.

But he only dared to look at the treasures given to Ling Chan in the dark, which he dared not even look at.He can't give it away, it's too cheap, not worthy of Ling Chan.

In the end, I built a wall, worked with Ling Chan, and became rich, and the gifts became more and more expensive.

He told others that it was a gift for his girlfriend.

This is his biggest wish and offense to Ling Chan.

He said to himself that when the presents filled a wall, he would confess to Ling Chan.

……

Confession failed.

That day, he heard his good brother look at Ling Chan's photo and introduce with joy, "This is my fiancee!"

"Although not yet, but it will be soon! I like her so much! I will show her to you another day~~"

In fact, Qi Yingzhou and Ling Chan have already broken off their engagement, so it doesn't matter to them anymore.

But Zhao Xuchang couldn't say it, he saw that Qi Yingzhou was a social elite during the day, worked hard and studied hard, and was praised by the Huo family.

Came home at night in the night, drinking, smoking, going crazy.

The best brother, the person I love the most.

He kicked his hands in his pockets, pinching the sharp edges of the gift box tightly.

The pain goes straight to the heart.

……

Zhao Xuchang works in Ling Chan's company.

One morning he met Ling Chan at the elevator door.

Ling Chan's expression was indifferent, her head was lowered, her face was pale under the light of the mobile phone screen.

Ling Chan's profile is really pretty.

Ling Chan seemed to sense the gaze of others, and turned her head with a frown, only to find that there was no one around.

Zhao Xuchang, who was hiding in the fire escape, heaved a sigh of relief, he didn't dare to see Ling Chan.

Just like his paintings.

He drew so many Ling Chan, profile, back, but no real Ling Chan's front.

He dared not look, think, or paint.

He climbed eight floors and exited the stairwell, just when Ling Chan came from the elevator and looked at him in surprise, "How do you climb the stairs?"

He was out of breath, trying to suppress his breath to look decent. "Exercise."

……

Zhao Xuchang studied computer programming. When he was debugging the company's products, he accidentally made his own electronic AI.

He put Ling Chan's video data into it all at once, so the AI ​​had the same voice and oral habit as Ling Chan.

Zhao Xuchang entered his name on the Caokong page.

ai said: Zhao Xuchang.

His own name, in the familiar voice and unfamiliar tone, he felt the happiness of shame.

Ling Chan was the moon in the sky, someone he never deserved to touch.He is mediocre and mediocre, he can only watch Ling Chan with others.

Ling Chan and Huo Jiuke broke up.

He was ready to move, wanting to confess to Ling Chan again, he asked his ai: Do you think we have the right to love each other?

ai: no.

ai: But I love you.

Same face, same voice.

Every time Zhao Xuchang's excited heart beat hit the knife point.

He was silent.

He asked AI again: Will Ling Chan like me?

ai: program error, unable to parse.

The AI ​​that has been chatting with him for a while is stuck, the program is wrong, and needs to be restarted.

Zhao Xuchang stared at the hacked page for a while, then turned off the computer.

He can't go deep into love anymore, this is tormenting and offending Ling Chan, it is love beyond the border.

He lost his ai lover.

……

【Li Huai】

When he was in the detention center, Li Huai would always think of his childhood.

At that time, he was still following Huo Jiuke to serve the young master's little follower.

He understood Huo Jiuke's little habits.

Huo Jiuke is very used to rating others.

As a child of a merchant family who was raised with emphasis since childhood, he is very good at evaluating the value of various projects.

Ling Chan was paralyzed by his side, biting an apple, listening to him write notes and grades in a leisurely manner, so-and-so, 70, so-and-so 60, so-and-so 80.

Ling Chan: "Hey, they're all so low."

Huo Jiuke said: "This is an objective evaluation based on their abilities."

He calmly said: "People always have to accept their own imperfections."

Ling Chan: "Then how much do you give me?"

Huo Jiuke: "...one hundred."

He gave himself only 85!

Huo Jiuke lowered his eyes and said, "I can't be objective when facing you."

She doesn't work hard, doesn't study, has a bad personality, is coquettish, and never does superficial tricks... But in his heart, he secretly opened the back door for her.

She is his perfect project.

Li Huai secretly vomited.

He hated this world, hated all these superior people who looked down on him.

Ling Chan also had no respect for him.

But he would secretly cheat on her in his heart.

But Ling Chan should not be rare.

She is a noble lady, and he is a lowly servant.

In the 21st century, why is there such a thing as humbleness?

Li Huai had a dream. In the dream, there was a raging war. He became a young master with everything he wanted. Ling Chan was the sweetest gift God gave him.

……

Ling Chan is a female agent who specializes in doing some shady and dirty things for the government.

In the spring of the 18th year of the Republic of China, Ling Chan received a task to seduce a person.

A professor at Yenching University, a well-known new democrat, the sharpest pen.

Ling Chan studied carefully for half a month, and decided to hide in the dance hall, disguised as an ordinary singer, to seduce him.

Sure enough, he was quickly hooked and came to listen to Lingchan singing every day.Ling Chan disdains in her heart, a self-proclaimed literati, but that's all.

Ling Chan tries to get closer to his life, but he refuses gently but firmly.

Ling Chan is so angry!The more Ling Chan fought, the more she lost, and the more she lost, the more she fought, and finally she picked off the flower of Gaoling!Ling Chan began to encourage him to change his beliefs and ask him to fall to the government you are loyal to.He refused and gave you a serious education.He talked about the general situation of the country, the hard work of the people, and the ambitions in his chest, which made Chan feel that he didn't love herself enough.

Ling Chan is desperately tossing herself, wanting him to love her, wanting him to love her more, wanting him to bow his head and stand with Ling Chan for this love.

But no, he is obedient to Ling Chan, but he will never give up his soul and faith.

Once again he wrote something he shouldn't have written, and Ling Chan was asked to kill him.

Ling Chan tried to persuade him one last time, but failed.

Ling Chan was in so much pain, Ling Chan told herself that the pain was due to her overturning on him again and again, because of her lack of charm, and because of the failure of the mission, Ling Chan failed to complete the mission and let your country down.

Only in this way can Ling Chan have the courage to pick up the gun.

Ling Chan killed him.

Ling Chan told herself, you didn't lose him, you never had anything, he never belonged to you, he never bowed to you, he was just looking for sex, not love at all.

After he died, Ling Chan was ordered to recover and burn his manuscripts, and searched all over the printing house of the publishing house to find all his words.

The moonlight was bright, Ling Chan sat on the cold floor and read his words.

The paper is full of absurd and critical words, every word is an attack on his own government.Ling Chan angrily scolded him again, and burned him clean.

There is only one exception, Ling Chan has read it many times, but she can't figure out what he is writing.

Even this pseudonym was never told to Ling Chan, she was so angry.

Later, Ling Chan found out that it was his love letter to you.Not a single word expresses his feelings, it seems to be his careful restraint and cherishment.

……

Li Huai is a literati, a teacher who thinks he has a good temper.In the ordinary life marked like a textbook, the only slightly out-of-the-ordinary hobby is to listen to singers sing.

I like those vivid emotions, like the atmosphere in the world of mortals.

I especially like the new little singer, the little girl who loves to laugh, her round eyes are clear and bright, Li Huai can't help but give her more rewards.

The little girl came over with a smile, wanting to chat with you.

Li Huai refused politely and awkwardly. He enjoyed the sense of distance and didn't want to establish an intimate relationship with anyone.

Li Huai took back the above sentence, who can refuse a cute and poor girl, who can bear to let her sweet dimples disappear.

Li Huai's little girl is a little lucky star, and she often enthusiastically helped Li Huai get rid of inexplicable attacks before. After the two were together, Li Huai almost never encountered attacks again.

Li Huai likes her so much, she is obedient and responsive to everything, except for ideals, Li Huai is willing to give her everything you have.

Li Huai wanted to marry her and asked her family and friends.

"Everyone in my family is dead," she said with a smile, the sadness was no longer on her face.

She said that she inherited her parents' wishes, she is an obedient child, and will definitely follow her mother's instructions.

Li Huai knew that she was telling the truth, and felt very distressed. He patted her head and said, "I'm sorry."

The little girl tilted her head, not understanding why she apologized.

The situation became more and more tense, Li Huai secretly thought of a new pseudonym, and submitted a love poem to the most influential newspaper.

Li Huai exhausted all his pen power, wanting to describe his little girl, but it is difficult to explain how good she is; Li Huai wants everyone to know how he loves her, but he is afraid that others will know.

Li Huai is restrained, cautious, and considers his words and sentences carefully. The paper is full of words without emotion, but also full of emotion.

Li Huai wanted her to see it, but he didn't want her to see it; he wanted her to understand it, but he didn't want her to understand it.

Li Huai's love poems were rejected.

Editor's comment: No words, clichés
Li Huai sighed melancholy at how bad his own love was.

In the winter of the 19th year of the Republic of China, during a meeting, I met the enemy on a narrow road.

Li Huai volunteered to lead people away.

Li Huai was ready to die, but the bullet missed, and Li Huai survived by luck.

But he was still going to die, Li Huai knew it clearly.

Li Huai returned home, hugged his little girl into his arms, listened to her pleading softly, and gently rejected her for the last time.

You are going to die, Li Huai knows.

It doesn't matter, Li Huai's little girl is so good, he is willing to give her everything, including life and soul.

Goodbye.

……

After waking up from the dream, Li Huai left the detention center not long after.

Ling Chan spoke for him, testified for him, there was no kidnapping, everything was her voluntary act, under Ling Chan's testimony, no matter how much Qi Yingzhou tossed about the lawyer, this would be the result.

Li Huai had nothing to do, he couldn't find a job, and he wasn't short of money, so he sat by his bed every day watching the sun rise and the moon set.

The family couldn't bear it and urged him desperately.

Li Huai thought about it and began to try to write.

He doesn't have much thought, no deep insight, he has a high degree of education, but he is a person who has turned into the eyes of money.

He half studies how to make money, and usually studies serving people like this.

A great writer who shines brightly in his dreams can only be a dream.

No one cares about Li Huai's books.

He pondered for a while and began to write how to make money.

Surprisingly well received.

It seems that he is indeed not a person with depth of thought, and he really cannot strive to become a person with depth of thought.

Li Huai accepted this reality calmly.

It doesn't matter what.

In fact, ever since he was expelled from Huo's house, the Ling Chan he had been thinking about had nothing to do with him.

Li Huai's soul has been broken halfway, and his body is moving forward along the established road.Seemingly successful and famous, social elite.

Only I know, piercing the delicate mask, what a crumbling soul is in the body.

(End of this chapter)