Glory to the ancestors

Rong Zhen let out a long sigh, let go of the sweet-scented osmanthus hand, and whispered, "I'm sorry."

Osmanthus osmanthus withdrew her hand, shook her head, and persistently wanted to take the teacup from Rongzhen's table away.

But as soon as he touched the teacup, Rong Zhen became even more angry, "Do you understand what I mean!?"

Osmanthus froze for a moment, brushed her teeth against her lower lip, and lowered her head, he didn't understand.

He didn't understand where Rongzhen's anger came from. It was Jiang Yuhan who was unexpectedly pregnant, Rongzhen decided to marry her, and he supported him unconditionally. Why did he get angry at himself?

Rong Zhen endured several times, but still couldn't help it, and suddenly stood up, "Don't worry about that teacup!"

But the water is cold.

Osmanthus osmanthus raised his head and finally met Rong Zhen's eyes. He didn't feel anything at first, but looking at those eyes, he felt a little blocked in his heart for no reason, but he couldn't explain this feeling.

He wanted to stay away from Rong Zhen, he didn't want to let this stuffy feeling surround him.

He thought, since Rong Zhen didn't let him touch that teacup, he should leave by himself.

But Rong Zhen didn't ask him to go.

Rong Zhen stretched out his hand and grabbed the wrist of the sweet-scented osmanthus, and pulled the sweet-scented osmanthus in front of him.

Osmanthus osmanthus' leg was knocked by the corner of the table, but he couldn't cry out the pain. He looked at Rong Zhen in surprise, all of which made him baffled.

Wasn't it good before? Didn't you have to take your time?

Rong Zhen looked at the frown of the osmanthus osmanthus, feeling a little helpless, this was the distress he had brought to him.

Rong Zhen closed his eyes, but still let go of the osmanthus, he apologized softly, picked up the teacup, and left first.

After a while, the sound of a teacup being thrown to the ground and shattering came from the door.

Osmanthus stared at the cluttered desktop in front of him, feeling weak all over. He sat on Rong Zhen's seat and covered his face. He didn't understand why he felt so sad just looking at Rong Zhen's far away back.

He really wanted to rush to Jiang Yuhan's room and ask her, why, he obviously didn't like Rong Zhen...

He obviously didn't feel that kind of heartbeat...

Why didn't the heartbeat, but first learned the heartache?

……

Rong Zhen didn't want to stay in the mansion, so he called a sedan chair at the door and sent himself to Yingxue Building.

He wanted to drink a little bit, and wanted to listen to something pleasant, but he met Yang Jin here unexpectedly.

And Yang Jin's first reaction was to run away.

"I'm not blind." Rong Zhen said helplessly.

Yang Jin put down the handkerchief from the hand of the girl beside her covering her face, "What are you doing here, is sister Yuhan seriously injured?"

"No big deal." Rong Zhen couldn't tell Yang Jin all about Jiang Yuhan, and pointed to the private room upstairs, "Together?"

Originally, he planned to let Chu Xi accompany him, but he heard from the boy that Chu Xi had an appointment with Ren to the poetry and book club.

It was only then that Rong Zhen remembered that he had given the invitation letter to Chu Xi, but on that occasion, he didn't care about Chu Xi's whereabouts at all.

"Chu Xi must have had a good time." Yang Jin sighed. Originally, he was supposed to be one of them, but his mood was ruined in vain.

"Why did you come out?"

At this time, I couldn't say it, because I was angry because I was scolded by the prince, so Yang Jin could only smile, "It's meaningless without you."

"Then do you want to go again?" Rong Zhen asked.

"What are you talking about?" Yang Jin had already picked up the jug and poured wine for herself and Rong Zhen, "Isn't sister Yuhan the one who got hurt? Why are you so stupid?"

"Ok?"

"I like the poetry and book club because you are with me. Now that you are by my side, why should I go to the poetry and book club to join in the fun?"

Rong Zhen was taken aback, and turned to look at Yang Jin's face.

"What do you think I'm doing?" Yang Jin shook her shoulders, realizing that what she said just now might have made Rong Zhen feel ambiguous, and even waved her hands, "That's not what I meant."

"Well," Rong Zhen drank the wine in his glass.

"What happened?" Yang Jin asked again.

"It's really nothing," Rong Zhen sighed, and put the wine glass in front of Yang Jin. He actually had a lot to say, but he couldn't say anything to Yang Jin.

Seeing Rong Zhen's distressed expression, Yang Jin felt more and more sad about being humiliated by Li Xiao just now, and she drank all her wine.

How ridiculous, he and Rong Zhen, who are clearly best friends, have nothing to say now.

Yang Jin became more and more resentful about her confession to Rongzhen at that time. If everything was the same as before, now she can always explain Rongzhen's displeasure.

"How about we pretend that that incident never happened?" Yang Jin heard herself saying.

Rong Zhen looked up at him, "Huh?"

"Tell me what's going on with you now?" Yang Jin had an intuition that Rong Zhen's current decadent appearance had something to do with the sweet-scented osmanthus, otherwise Rong Zhen wouldn't be able to open his mouth to him.

He had known for a long time that he was flying moths to the flame, how could he stop until he was burned to death.

"I don't know what to say," Rong Zhen understood that Yang Jin was worried about himself, "I, I really want to give up."

Yang Jin was silent.

"This feeling is like punching cotton wool, and the other party didn't respond at all." Rong Zhen held the wine glass in his hand, "It's really tiring."

"I thought I had some hope."

"I thought he looked at me in the same way."

"I……"

Rong Zhen finally couldn't speak anymore, his palms covered his eyes so that no one could see his expression.

Yang Jin's hand hesitated for a while, and finally mustered up the courage to touch the back of Rongzhen's hand, "I know," Yang Jin tried to lower his voice, "I know this feeling," he said slowly. He quickly took Rong Zhen's hand off his face, and saw Rong Zhen's moist eyes as expected.

There is nothing more debilitating than watching a loved one shed tears for someone else.

Yang Jin suppressed the sourness in his nose, and leaned closer to Rong Zhen, "Don't be like this," the literary champion Lang couldn't find the appropriate words to comfort him. He could only hold Rong Zhen's hand tightly, hoping to share some of his pain. sad.

Yang Jin's hands are different from those of sweet-scented osmanthus. The hands of sweet-scented osmanthus are always warm.

However, he can't let go of Yang Jin now, this is the only hand he has now, the only hand he can hold tightly.