she has two faces

Jiang Di seemed to relax suddenly, her back was no longer straight, but she leaned lazily on the back of the sofa.

Xu Aijing stared at her, "Why did you talk to me?"

She was really angry. Usually at this time, she would have gone upstairs to do her skin care and beauty procedures, and she would not come down to take a look when she heard that Jiang Di came back from her evening self-study.

For this only daughter, her feelings are very complicated. Others can't wait to treat her daughter with all their heart and soul, but for Xu Aijing, she is not very happy. She looks at Jiang Di with love and hatred in her eyes, and there is very little love. , hate is everywhere, and more of it is the unwillingness and daring to make mistakes in these years of marriage.

In the end, it fermented into a kind of indifference from the inside, which intensified and became a speechless surveillance in the room, which deprived Jiang Di of his time after class.It was like a poisoned shackle, the key was firmly held in her hand, and she did not allow any possibility of opening it.

As for what the child who crawled out of her belly was thinking, she had never cared about it, and she didn't want to care too much.

She always believed that the growth of a child sucked up all her youth, and that Jiang Di would age twice when she was one year old. This kind of aging is not just the increase of wrinkles on the eyes, or the gradual relaxation of the skin, Or her declining health. Although she still looks beautiful and shows the charm of a mature woman to the fullest, she still can't hide her changed mentality after giving birth to a daughter.

In order to balance this state of mind, she could only manage Jiang Di more and more.

It was like a poisoned shackle, the key was firmly held in her hand, and she did not allow any possibility of opening it.

Her indifference is completely opposite to this kind of desire, but it leads to the same goal by different routes, becoming a heavy shackle on Jiang Di.

"It's the same no matter what you say." Jiang Di lowered her head and didn't look at her. She let out a breath, reached out and poured a cup of rose tea by herself. A few strands of her hair were wet. The strong wind and rain blew on her body, "Now that you know, I have nothing to explain."

She turned sideways to Xu Aijing, the girl's demeanor of pouring tea was still pretty, although she looked a lot looser, perhaps it was because of this looseness that the restraint she had been banned from before was broken by this looseness, making her look unique charm.

Jiang Di carried the teapot quite high, but the arc of the tea pouring down fell into the small cup impartially, which was different from the etiquette she had learned before, but the result seemed to be the same.

It's for drinking anyway.

Anyway, it will... be discovered.

Sooner or later.

Biweekly Saturday evening pipa lessons, biweekly Sunday morning dance lessons, as well as irregular tutoring, various courses, various exams, and occasional leave to take exams in other cities for a trophy and a certificate.

In the early years, Jiang Di couldn't think about it and had no interest, so Xu Aijing pushed her to learn, and hated her in her heart.

When I was older, I felt that after paying so much money, I didn't study for nothing, and I put a lot of effort into it, and my grades were better, but I still hated her mother.

Mother and daughter, mother and daughter, the longer they are mother and daughter, the more they hate each other, it's just that one knows and the other doesn't.

Know it now.

Jiang Di took a sip of rose tea. The cup was made of famille rose porcelain. It was brought back by her father from a business trip to Jingdezhen, and it didn't look cheap.As attractive as this tea set is, it will not quench the thirst of the really thirsty.

It will also be greedy.

She has always felt that Xu Aijing's painstaking efforts in cultivating her since she was a child are nothing more than a "Jiang Di" who is ostentatious. Those praises and envy are added to that "Jiang Di", and even the response must echo the set of lady education, With crooked eyebrows and a toothless smile, he interprets "understanding" within a certain range from head to toe.

If Xu Aijing was such a person, it would be fine, but she is not either.

Just like now, she drank a cup of tea in one gulp, and the scent of roses didn't make her into a real gentle and self-cultivated person. Her rebelliousness was hidden under her gentle face, and she was clamoring to come out all the time. .

It hasn't been fully revealed yet, and she always feels that it's not yet time.

Xu Aijing remained calm and didn't care about Jiang Di's series of outrageous actions. She asked in a deep voice, "Then where did your pipa lessons go?"

Jiang Di put the cup on the table, smiled at Xu Aijing, "Go learn something else."

The pipa class is really boring. No matter what school it is, the plucked strings are really boring to her. , also failed to get rid of the impression of childhood.

In the beginning, Jiang Di did go to a few classes. She actually had a bright mind. Xu Aijing forced her to learn these things for so many years, and her spiritual power was not wiped out. She was able to cope with the extravagance. She learned a little bit with her heart, and finally got to know Kai Clothes Chen Qianzhan, who was doing tattoos on the sideline of the store, officially ran towards sensuality and learned what she really wanted to learn.

As for the pipa lessons, she picked up a girl and offered to give her free pipa lessons, but when asked, she said her name was Jiang Di.

Teacher, she also stuffed some money to collude, saying that it was the girl who came here for the first time.

If you hand in the photos of the training class and read the files, you won't really match up with others. Jiang Di has been doing this for several years.

She was very curious how Xu Aijing knew.

"Learn what else, have you learned it well?" Xu Aijing is [-]% similar to Jiang Di, and the rest of Jiang Di seems to have picked Jiang Guangye's only two desirable high nose bridge and thick earlobes. Xu Aijing's appearance is not fierce, but quite Soft, but the makeup is all murderous, obviously indifferent, and a glance is full of pressure.

Jiang Di is a little more heroic than Xu Aijing, thanks to her father's high nose bridge, but she is used to lowering her eyebrows and pleasing her eyes, and the gentleness embedded in her face will not dissipate for a while, but it is against the true mother and daughter Mutually.

"I want to learn, can't I?"

Jiang Di asked back: "How do you know I didn't go?"

She dared to ask.

Xu Aijing almost laughed out of anger. She stood up, folded her arms and looked down at her daughter who was always respectful to her. She was quite dissatisfied with her current loose appearance, and her tone became sharp: "Ask me how I know ? If I hadn’t accompanied my friend to the training class to help her child sign up, how would I have known that a training class teacher didn’t even know the student had been replaced!”

"Still called Jiang Di Jiang Di, do you think others can't see the relationship between the two of them?"

"what relationship?"

Jiang Di looked up, obviously very interested.

Her pipa teacher is actually quite young, and he is still a boy. The little girl who was caught by her for free lessons seems to be about the same age as her, but she is from another high school.

Xu Aijing was obviously furious, "What else can it matter, nonsense, nonsense!"

You are quite proficient in this idiom.

Jiang Di said in his heart, but kept silent on his face, pretending not to hear.

"Where the hell did you go Saturday night?!"

Ms. Xu stood in front of Jiang Di, pacing back and forth, as if she had been poked into something scandalous, "You've lost all my face!"

This is the sentence again.

Jiang Di thought coldly, and continued to remain silent.

"Say it!"

Jiang Di looked up at her, she and her mother really looked alike, when standing together most people would praise how beautiful Ai Jingsheng's daughter is.

I thought it would make the other party happy.

Unfortunately not, Xu Aijing wished that Jiang Di could look like Jiang Guangye, every time she saw Jiang Di's face carved out of her own, she felt as if someone had strangled her neck, and she couldn't breathe.

Maybe it was a stain on her, including this unsatisfactory marriage.

Her life was ruined when she married a man in his early forties after graduating from college.

She wanted to ruin Jiang Di's life, but her innate motherhood was pulling against her viciousness, and finally turned into a truly nonsensical attitude.

"Then you might as well be shameless, and I don't want it either."

Jiang Di stood up. She was a little taller than Xu Aijing who didn't wear high heels. When they met each other, she looked down, and the contempt was unreserved. She said word by word: "Then you live in your own life." Just put it in the cover, don't come out for the rest of your life."

Jiang Di picked up her schoolbag and was about to go upstairs.

"You stop!"

her usually elegant mother stood behind her and roared.

Mrs. Jiang, who was quite successful in front of outsiders, now has red eyes and a shrill voice, "Speak clearly to me today!"

Jiang Di turned her head to admire her mother's embarrassment, and suddenly felt that her previous patience was like a joke. It was so cool to tear her face off, and the malice that had been suppressed for many years came out, lingering on the other party's still young face Seeing her collapse, watching her despair, is like the pain of being locked in the basement when she was a child.

The utmost tolerance of hopelessness and physical pain.

"I won't say, there's nothing to say."

She responded word by word, pressing her right hand on the left hand carrying the schoolbag, stroking the scars under the bracelet on the left wrist, the traces of stitches were still there, and she could recall the resentment and resentment when she was on the verge of death.

"Then get out!"

Xu Aijing bit her lip, the pearl earrings on her ears made a crisp sound, her face was distorted for a moment, she finally returned to the initial coldness, she stretched out her hand and pointed out: "Get out of here."

Jiang Di was not surprised at all.

She even turned around briskly, and said with a smile when passing by Xu Aijing: "Good mother."

She grew up with this sentence from novels, never reconciled to willingly, and now it is tasteless, but the syllables that come out of her lips and teeth have a sense of intimacy that can be sticky, and there is a vague coldness that spreads. In this space, falling into Xu Aijing's ears, she twitched her lips almost invisibly, and finally repeated: "Don't come back if you have the ability."

Jiang Di had already put on her shoes, she was carrying her schoolbag behind her back, she didn't even have a face to stand on, and there was a trace of her private hooliganism, but she said very obediently: "I'm not capable, so today I I won't bother you anymore."

Still in a respectful tone.

As if laughing at her mother's self-satisfaction all these years, this handicraft that she threw to others to carve finally has nothing but dirty and smelly rough embryos. At this moment, I still don't forget to feel sick her.

It was still raining outside, so Jiang Di put on her schoolbag and walked out of the house calmly in the heavy rain.

The rain beat down on her relentlessly, but she grinned rather happily, as if celebrating the freedom that had been planned for years but fell without warning.

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The next day Xu Deng went to school with the umbrella, intending to return it to Jiang Di, but Jiang Di didn't come until the morning self-study class.

This top student is said to be in full attendance throughout the year. Except for the public holidays when he has to go outside to participate in the competition, otherwise he will not be absent from a single class. Unexpectedly, the morning passed and there was still no movement.

But everyone seemed to think she was going to participate in some competition, and no one asked.

The black umbrella was leaned against the wall of the seat by Xu Deng, and she rested her chin, looking at the mobile phone under the cover of the textbook in all kinds of boredom. After thinking for a long time, she still sent a message to Jiang Di——

[Why didn't you come? ]

No one returned for a long time.

Xu Deng played with his mobile phone for a while, but in the end he still listened to the class honestly. Unexpectedly, Yuan He came to her when the get out of class was over.

The squad leader girl has a round face and a pair of round eyes. No matter how she looks, she looks like a ball. She is really cute. I don't like this kind of cuteness in appearance, and I always have a weird attitude towards her, so I don't like her very much.

At this moment, Yuan He was standing beside her seat, and asked her in the noisy classroom: "Do you know what happened to Jiang Di?"

Xu Deng shook his head.

"You really don't know?"

"How would I know?"

Xu Deng sat in his seat, obviously very puzzled by the monitor's question.

Yuan He confirmed again and again, and finally left expressionlessly.

"I don't know why Jiang Di isn't here..." Xu Deng muttered, the phone under the table vibrated, and she picked it up while thinking about it, and it turned out to be a text message from Jiang Di——

[I'm going to outer space, do you want to come and play? ]

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Sister Di might evolve into anti-social in another era...

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A friend knew that I wrote campus essays and said that Lily’s campus essays were the worst) so angry that he threw away the milk tea in his hand

Then next time I will write something else (meditation)