The Plow

There was still arguing going on and on outside.

The voices of the couple rose and fell.

Ling Yao no longer cared about whether outsiders were present, and Zhou Sa's usual good temper seemed to have faded away. With the sound of a water glass falling to the ground, Zhou Sa slammed the door, and the movement stopped abruptly.

Ling Shu was stuffed into the bathroom by Yue Dingtang to take a shower.

The latter pushed the door out.

Ling Yao sat in the living room, her eyes were red, and there was a broken cup on the ground at her feet.

"Sorry, I made you laugh." She said hoarsely.

Yue Dingtang: "Ling Shu and I have a very good relationship, you don't have to treat me badly, he is quite worried about you two."

"I know, and I don't want to quarrel in front of you. I really can't help it... Zhou Thirty has refused to say who the woman he raised outside is. It turns out that my position in his heart is the so low."

Ling Yao sobbed softly.

Yue Dingtang handed over a handkerchief.

"Could it be a misunderstanding?"

Ling Yao shook his head: "He himself admitted that the other party is a widow."

Yue Dingtang said patiently: "You are a widow, but you may not have an affair. As far as I know from Lingshu, the relationship between you and your brother-in-law began in adversity, which is naturally unusual. You should give him more trust. He is so honest. One person, there may be some misunderstanding in it."

Ling Yao didn't notice the change in his address, so he continued naturally: "He lost his temper just now, how can he still be honest?"

"A dog jumps over the wall in a hurry. Honest people will of course get angry when they are pushed. Of course, I'm not saying that my brother-in-law is a dog. The two are incomparable." Standing by your side. In case of the worst consequences, but you don't think about what to do, even if we help you find out the truth, it may not be the truth you want. "

Ling Yao was in a daze and did not answer.

Seeing her like this, Yue Dingtang knew that Ling Yao still had deep feelings for Zhou Sa. She hadn't thought about what she would do if Zhou Sa really raised a concubine. Maybe she just wanted to make a big fuss. The scene aroused the attention and guilt of the husband.

He is also a man himself, and he knows very well that a man's guilt is like a luxury. The more he squanders, the less he will have left. One day, the old relationship between the two will disappear, and Ling Yao's purposeless actions will make him Zhou Sa felt more and more unreasonable, even disgusted.

In the eyes of outsiders, the marriage of Ling Yao and Zhou Sa is the story of a down-and-out rich lady marrying a poor boy.

Everyone felt sorry for Miss Qianjin, and secretly lamented the poor boy's good life, but it was inevitable to speculate whether there was really love between them.

For example, Yue Chunxiao, Yue Dingtang's third sister, once said in a private chat that with Ling Yao's temper, it would be difficult for Zhou Sa to bear her for the rest of her life, and maybe one day she would be successful, and she would kick her down-and-out wife out of court.

At present, Zhou Sa is not yet developed, but a senior staff member of the city government is considered a small privilege for ordinary citizens, otherwise Ling Shu would not be able to be stuffed into the police station through connections.

If he wanted to raise a foreign room, Ling Yao would definitely have nothing to do with him.

Unless divorced.

But is Ling Yao willing?

Ling Yao has no children, and at this age, his education is only in middle school. After getting divorced, he really has to rely on his younger brother for the rest of his life.

Ling Shu is definitely willing to support her sister, but Ling Yao has such a high self-esteem, can she accept this reality?

Yue Dingtang left the living room to Ling Yao, and he himself returned to Ling Shu's room.

The bathroom was silent.

Because Ling Shu was already lying on the bed and sound asleep.

Fei Leng Cui's alcohol had an effect. At this moment, he was already dark and unconscious. No matter how much Yue Dingtang yelled, he still couldn't wake up.

Yue Dingtang didn't feel sleepy, he took out a book from the bookshelf, but his eyes stopped on one of them.

English version of Romeo and Juliet.

The cover is very old, and when it is opened, there are translation notes under some English words.

The handwriting is childish and messy, and it can be seen that it was written by Lingshu many years ago.

In the first few pages, I checked the dictionary seriously and wrote the Chinese meaning honestly.

I guess I got impatient later on, and occasionally doodle on a certain page, draw some steamed buns, a puppy or a bird, or add oil and vinegar to English interjections, draw beards on women’s faces, and lipstick on men’s lips. The teacher was furious and ridiculous after seeing it.

There were some suspicious marks on some of the pages, Yue Dingtang suspected that it was the drool from the other party's dozing off.

Unknowingly, the corners of his mouth turned up, and he turned slowly.

Yue Dingtang probably knew when these traces were left.

At that time, Ling Shu saw him watching the English version of "Romeo and Juliet", although he was sneering and disdainful, he definitely wanted to work hard in silence, and turn himself into an army later.

Every page is a precious trace of youth.

It is recorded that Lingshu, who used to be a dead duck with a stubborn mouth, obviously didn't like to read the original document, but in order not to lose face in front of him, Lingshu had to save face and suffer, and there was an infinitely wonderful world hidden in his heart, and he was willing to walk with his blood A young man who travels all over the world.

Although everyone in the back is smashed in the face of reality, the ideals of youth are fragmented and will soon disappear, the old days are separated from each other, and all the good things stay in the sunny spring with mottled shadows.

The world since then is cruel and cold, dripping with blood, and the heart of a warrior has gone forward indomitably, but it is really riddled with holes and scars.

Fortunately, the two of them haven't missed each other yet.

The person being watched didn't know it, and fell asleep, with his upper and lower lips slightly parted, and let out a barely audible snoring sound.

Yue Dingtang stretched out his hand and unbuttoned his clothes one by one, lightly and silently.

The body under the thin pajamas is thin but full of strength.

This kind of power may not be visible on weekdays, but it can only be fully erupted when life and death are in danger.

But Yue Dingtang didn't see these things.

His gaze lingered down the other's shoulder.

Old and new, shallow and deep scars, including knife wounds, gunshot wounds, and many wounds that even Yue Dingtang couldn't describe.

That was a secret that Ling Shu had never revealed to anyone.

Ever since Yue Dingtang knew about his past, he always wanted to find an opportunity to see his injuries.

But now he found that he couldn't count.

Maybe some scars have become so shallow that they can hardly be seen unless you look closely, but that doesn't mean they don't exist, or that they haven't caused any damage to Ling Shu's body.

"Where's the shrapnel?"

Yue Dingtang asked softly.

Ling Shu didn't notice at all.

He babbled twice, as if he felt a little cold, and after Yue Dingtang pulled his clothes back on, he fell into a deep sleep again in a blink of an eye.

After a dreamless sleep, Ling Shu felt refreshed.

But he had a little trouble when he woke up.

He found himself holding Yue Dingtang under him.

To be precise, a leg and an arm crossed the opponent's body, and Yue Dingtang's pajamas were ripped open, exposing the chest underneath.

Ling Shu was a little dazed, trying to remember what happened last night while holding his head.

There was a knock on the door, and he said something without thinking.

Ling Yao, the elder sister who opened the door and came in, was stunned and then lost in thought when she saw the scene in front of her.

"What did you do to Ding Tang?"

Ling Shu: ... What can I do to him?I am drunk!