Fall in love with your enemy

Next time, Gao Xinci came to see me. After numerous proposals, it was probably the first time that I bravely ran to him. Unfortunately, it made my brother angry. However, I have the ability to solve this kind of trouble. For example, , my tears have not yet fallen outside the door.

As soon as I entered the door, my brother tried his best to teach me a lesson. Before even a single word came out, I rushed towards him, huddled in his arms with runny noses and tears. My brother was stunned. , I am probably thinking: What kind of operation is this? Preemptive strike?

In the end, he gave up. From the corner of my eye, I watched him glance helplessly at Brother Qingyun, but obviously Brother Qingyun couldn't answer his question. My brother had no choice but to feel discouraged and hugged me like he was coaxing a child. : "Oh, baby, stop crying. Ang, what's going on? We had a quarrel? Did Gao Xinci bully you? No way, you kissed him... Oh no! I get angry when I mention this! I Why did you kiss me when I told you to let go?"

"Brother, please stop talking about this. The more you talk about it, the more reluctant I am to let go... Wuwuwuwuwu..." I held on to my brother's arm, and even though he was trembling with anger, there was nothing I could do.

My sister likes her brother-in-law and kissed her. The logic is smooth and the reason is clear. The behavior of both parties is voluntary, reasonable and legal. But my uncle has something to say, why does it always feel like something is wrong? Did a peacock in black just walk into the house and steal a pot of flowers that he had carefully cultivated? And it’s actually a legal way? The flowers are willing too!

The wisdom of the two brothers couldn't refute this question. In the end, they had no choice but to grit their teeth and stamp their feet. My brother saw that I was almost crying. He held my face with blisters in his hands and looked up at him. He stretched out his hand and stretched out his hand vigorously. Wiped off the lipstick on my forehead, and then kissed me hard through a few hairs: "Go to bed! If you don't sleep at this late hour, you will have panda eyes tomorrow!"

After my brother said that, Brother Qingyun also came up and rubbed my head vigorously, with a look that was mostly mocking my brother: "Young girls are too old to stay, long live your understanding——"

"What do you mean by not staying in the middle? What do you mean by not staying in the middle! How can I understand that human trafficker! He Qingyun, did you lose your brain and placenta when you were born!"

"You talk like that again and I'm going to kick your ass, you ugly woodchuck!"

"Who are you calling a prairie dog? You're the prairie dog!"

In the middle of the quarrel, Brother Qingyun seemed to have just remembered me. He glanced over his shoulder, and then pushed me back to the house: "Go back to bed early, brothers. We have something serious to talk about. Don't cry. Otherwise, tomorrow I don’t look good in the morning and I have to cry.”

After saying that, he was punched by my brother again: "What are you talking about? When has my sister been uglier? Don't talk nonsense!"

"It seems that the competition is a trampoline boxing match." My sister-in-law passing by waved her hands and looked at me helplessly: "How about I sleep with you? But I guess I have to be the one for these two first. Judge."

I can't talk about my affairs. My brother doesn't want me to be with Gao Xinci, but he knows that breaking up easily is a blow to me. Xuan Xingyun is not a strict person. She can't decide anything. My brother will definitely vomit it all out. My brother will definitely have to fight with his second uncle again. He was already very upset when the family property was divided. Adding mine to the mix will inevitably lead to separation between father and son. I understand that my second uncle is also doing it for my own good, so why bother? And he causes trouble just for the sake of talking.

I shook my head: "No, sister-in-law, you should go to bed early."

Xuan Xingyun yawned drowsily and left without saying anything. I relaxed my tense emotions, thinking that I would at least have a chance to buffer. Maybe after some sleep, the situation would turn around, but everything turned out to be the opposite. , I was standing at an intersection, the green light on the fork in the road was about to turn on, and there were still people who had to speed up for a few seconds.

Lowering his head, the message displayed on the phone was silently read, no, it was Jiang Yinan.

In fact, whether it was false or real, Lin Modu was dead the moment the lie was exposed. The name "Lin Modu" was only an empty shell. Jiang Yinan hated that it obscured all his identities. Nan Xing Ye was tired, like a mask that looked clean on the surface but couldn't hide the contradictory face underneath.

[Let’s meet, I have something to tell you. 】

I paused and replied.

[I'm sleepy. Let's talk about anything tomorrow. 】

[Soon, just ten minutes. 】

【I do not want to hear. 】

……

After a long silence, I didn't think he would say anything else, but the hand holding the phone wouldn't put it down.

【I'm waiting for you downstairs】

I don't know when, why, and with what emotion I snorted. It was too late when I came to my senses. I always felt that I shouldn't face him with such a temper. I felt sorry for him, but more importantly, I felt an unconscious disgust, as if I despised the crystal wall he specially placed in front of me, but I also longed to know the hardships behind this wall.

I know it is black, I know that the crystal wall he showed me is the best of everything. I can't do anything to break through the darkness. I am not the light and can't take him away. There is no small world after love. Crystal is Glass conceals everything that is actually despicable despite its gorgeous appearance, but I just want to seek justice for the former "crystal".

But the crystal has turned into glass, and belated justice seems useless.

What harm does he do to me? Was it because I loved him so much that I cried bitterly for two years after he left? But what is the market price of tears?

Can he also say that the tears he left for me after my so-called "betrayal" and remarriage in this life are also valuable and despicable things?

Tears have no price, it cannot be said whether they are expensive or cheap.

I don’t understand, I don’t understand whether I should be enthusiastic or indifferent towards him, whether it’s the joy of regaining something or the unforgettable disgust, I don’t understand anything.

My late husband came back to life. He didn't understand the pain I was in after his death. He only knew that I had remarried and had children. He regarded this phenomenon as betrayal, but I exposed the past he compiled and resented that he had never You told me that this conflict was sandwiched between my new husband, the only person I love now, and my brother who died innocently and in vain many years ago. What a dramatic scene? Sad and ridiculous.

An impossible event happened. I should be confused about it, but everyone must be confused about it.

I put on a coat and went downstairs. After walking slowly around Lanshan Garden, I saw his figure. It was on a bench by the artificial lake. He was wearing white headphones that stood out in the dark environment. Pay attention to his hair. It seems that it has not been cut for a long time. It is so long that it almost covers his eyes, but there is no sign of messiness. He used a small rubber band to tie a small knot at the back. He was staring at the phone, putting his fingers on it, but No action, just in a daze.

It's autumn, and the cold wind blows in the middle of the night. His exhausted skin becomes paler when exposed to the air. His spirit is visibly depressed after the silent recitation and the southward operation. I look at him as if he will fall ill in the next second. He was the one who fell.

The footsteps stopped, and it probably didn't sound like a pedestrian passing by. He looked up and saw me. I don't know when he got bad and started drinking. The strong smell of alcohol covered the warm fragrance on his body. He seemed to be very surprised by me. Later, his chin was raised, his red eyes were wet, and the hands behind his back were in a panic, trying to hide those dirty traces, but I no longer care about how pure he pretends to be. I don’t like purity, I love It's just that he was determined to be me at the beginning, but it's a pity that he never understood.