Golden House Cangjiao

When I returned to the residence from the nursing home, the night was already quite dark.

Just as Zhu Sheng put down his schoolbag, the aunt who took care of Jiang Li quickly gave him a few winks. Zhu Sheng looked over and saw that Jiang Li was still sitting at the dining table.

Beauty has always been deeply loved by time, and Jiang Li's time was fixed many years ago, not to mention that she usually only wears a cheongsam, plain lining, sheer gauze, and her figure is too slim to be seen. age.At this moment, Jiang Li was wearing a dark green cheongsam, with hollow patterns appearing and disappearing from time to time. She was holding a goblet, and the full red wine was swaying at the mouth of the cup, like a ray of untimely fragrance.

Zhu Sheng came over and held the glass, "Mom, don't drink."

Jiang Li stared at Zhu Sheng's hand, but didn't respond.

Zhu Sheng frowned again and said, "Your health is not good."

Hearing this, Jiang Li finally raised his head, and took back the wine glass expressionlessly.The swaying red wine spilled out of the wine glass and wet Jiang Li's hands. She pressed her fingertips to her forehead, and the red wine dripped down from the side of her face. Well, it's here—that's the problem, isn't it?"

Zhu Sheng shook his head, "You are just not in good health."

"It's just that?" Jiang Li looked at the glass in her hand, the ruby ​​red wine was shining, while she lowered her head and took a sip, the red wine was fragrant, and her lips and teeth were fragrant.Jiang Li let go of his hand suddenly, watched the wine glass fall to the ground expressionlessly, and smashed into pieces in an instant, "You're lying. You——you're lying again."

Jiang Li said softly: "You have been so annoying since you were a child."

"You were sick, you were locked in the bathroom all night, you fell down the stairs, and you told them it was me, all because I hated you." Jiang Li smiled, unrealistically beautiful, "You are covered in It's blood, and you can barely breathe from crying, but you can still tell your dad that it was mom who pushed it."

"But you promised me that you will be obedient." Jiang Li turned his head and asked Zhu Sheng sadly, "Why did you tell them?"

The brilliance of the crystal chandelier was brilliant, and the red wine wetted Jiang Li's makeup, leaving a decadent and flirtatious trace of the wine, but bit by bit, it sank into the dark green cheongsam, leaving only a few faint deep marks.Zhu Sheng pursed his lips and said slowly after a long time: "I don't remember."

"do not you remember?"

Jiang Li frowned, and suddenly pushed down the food on the table, and most of the velvet tablecloth was also torn off.She grabbed her skirt, sobbed and asked, "How can you not remember how much you hate me? How can you not remember...I hate you so much that I wish you could die?"

"lady."

The aunt hurried over to comfort Jiang Li, but Jiang Li refused to give up. She pushed him away and said, "As long as you are happy, then——I will not be happy."

Zhu Sheng turned a deaf ear, his black eyes were moist, he pursed his lips and smiled, "Mom, it's time for you to rest."

Jiang Li said quietly: "I hate you for making such an expression the most."

A wind blows by at this time, wrinkling the thin white gauze in front of the window, and the thousand paper cranes hanging in the hollowed-out crystal chandelier are also shaking slightly, so the shaking light and shadow are on and off, flickering and flickering. Zhu Sheng bowed his head and remained silent.The young man's exquisite eyebrows and eyes seemed to be separated by several layers of mist, which was not very clear, but also lost a bit of vivid color. He just stood there quietly, pale and thin.

The aunt really couldn't stand it anymore, coaxing and persuading Jiang Li to go upstairs. Zhu Sheng originally wanted to go back to the room to read a book, but when he saw the decorative oil paintings on the wall, he sat back on the sofa in the living room .He rested his chin and looked out the window, it was too quiet, the system didn't ask any more questions, it secretly played a small game by itself, a small lemon yellow ball jumped back and forth on the turntable jump to.

Zhu Sheng bit his little finger and asked slowly, "Three years old, is this really just a game?"

The system replied absent-mindedly: "Yeah."

Zhu Sheng nodded, leaned on the armrest of the sofa, and silently counted the thousand paper cranes shining brightly in the crystal chandelier.When he silently counted to thirty, he said distressedly: "I'm starting to hate this game."

The system asked belatedly, "What's the matter?"

"What I have is neither too much nor too little. What I don't have has always been...not mine." Zhu Sheng blinked, turned his head slightly, and prevaricated with a smile: "Xie Qing in the real world can't let you know." He likes me, and Xie Qingrang in the game world doesn't like me either. You see, this game can't bring any happiness at all."

The system yelled in dissatisfaction: "You are lying again!"

Zhu Sheng closed his eyes, "Good night."

The system finally reacted now, "Don't call me three years old."

Zhu Sheng laughed silently.

Just like that, Zhu Sheng lay on the sofa all night, but he didn't sleep well.Many dreams are intertwined, the red high-heeled shoes make a light "dong dong dong" sound, one sound after another, without any pause, the thousand paper cranes tied to the window sill fly away with a clatter, and there are piercing roars of vehicles colliding in the distance , while Zhu Gongrong held the oil painting in his arms, and the twilight embraced the sea and the isolated island in his arms, and the scarlet blood soaked the sea tide.

Zhu Gongrong said to Zhu Sheng: "Mom is not feeling well, Shengsheng must be good, don't make her angry."

……

As usual, my aunt came down to clean at seven or eight in the morning, but saw Zhu Sheng lying on the sofa.She called a few times but got no answer, quickly closed the window, and brought a thin quilt for Zhu Sheng to cover, and happened to bump into the housekeeper who was going downstairs.The aunt was full of complaints, she lowered her voice and asked, "How can there be such a mother?"

The butler replied, "Madam is just feeling too sad."

So sad.

Zhu Sheng's eyelashes trembled slightly, he was already awake, but his consciousness was drowsy.He heard the conversation between his aunt and the housekeeper. Although the voice was far and near, Zhu Sheng raised his hand a little, but found that he couldn't use any strength at all. He could only move his fingertips a few times, and his head hurt badly.

The system said worriedly: "Shengsheng, you have a fever."

Zhu Sheng gave a soft "um", with a strong nasal sound.

The system was so worried that it was almost in a hurry. Fortunately, it didn't take long for the aunt to find out that something was wrong with Zhu Sheng. She turned around and planned to ask the housekeeper to carry Zhu Sheng upstairs, but the housekeeper answered another phone call. I had to wait outside the door, unable to get away, so my aunt had to find some medicine for Zhu Sheng first.

"Shengsheng..."

After Zhu Sheng finished drinking the medicine, the system stammered, "'Arrogance' is coming here. "

Zhu Sheng nodded absent-mindedly, and sent a text message to the class teacher, asking him for leave.

When Jin Hanchuan came over, Zhu Sheng was still lying on the armrest of the sofa.The young man closed his eyes and seemed to be asleep. Looking from behind, the skin on the side of his neck was fair, while his delicate face was flushed, and the light lip color added a little morbid fragility to him, curling up His eyelashes were gently lowered again, making the young man appear quiet and obedient.

The aunt said worriedly: "Young master's temperature is a bit high, it's hot to the touch."

The butler asked, "Did you call a doctor?"

"Not yet, but I've already given the medicine. I'll take a look at it when the medicine wears off. If it doesn't work, call the doctor." The aunt shook her head, and said after a while: "It must be uncomfortable lying here. Yes, besides, the young master is still catching a cold, you should take the young master back to the house and let him have a rest."

The butler agreed.

Jin Hanchuan said lightly, "I'll do it."

The housekeeper was a little surprised, but still waved his hand: "Madam is still waiting for you."

Jin Hanchuan glanced at Zhu Sheng, the beautiful dodder flower had lost its vitality and curled up sickly, but it was even more beautiful.He also remembered the young man's appearance when he was about to cry, like a rose covered with dew, Jin Hanchuan bent down and embraced him, his eyes full of pride that he didn't put everything into his eyes.

He sneered, "It's really fragile."

No matter how fragile it is, Zhu Sheng is also a quiet and delicate dodder flower.He softly buried his face into Jin Hanchuan's arms. Now that he was getting close, the cold rosin on the man's body lingered all over his body. The steady and powerful heartbeat almost dragged Zhu Sheng into sleep again. He slowly opened his eyes. , the black and white pupils are full of smiles.

The system was taken aback, "Shengsheng, so you didn't fall asleep."

"No."

The system happily said: "Then I can turn on the sound effects of the game!"

Zhu Sheng didn't care too much, not to mention that Jin Hanchuan had already carried him upstairs.Just when the man was about to put Zhu Sheng back on the bed, he grasped Jin Hanchuan's sleeve softly, as if he had just woken up from a dream, his eyes were wet and very soft.Zhu Sheng said angrily, "I fell asleep again."

Jin Hanchuan was too lazy to speak, he just let go and threw him on the bed with an extremely arrogant attitude.

Zhu Sheng frowned, "Why are you here?"

Jin Hanchuan looked at Zhu Sheng condescendingly, smiled, and said with great interest, "Of course it's because... I want to come here."