i really don't like you

Although Jiang Yue went to and from school with him on weekdays, her biological mother came to pick her up one day a week.

That was a very mysterious woman. Jiang Yuebai had never met her before, and she had never heard Jiang Yuebai mention it. This matter seemed to be an obvious secret in their family. No one would tell it, and Shen Ruwei never paid attention to it. , treating Jiang Yueyue as her own.

Therefore, every Wednesday, Jiang Yuebai went to and from school alone. On this day, he returned home from school alone as usual. As he walked, he always felt that there was someone familiar in front of him. When he turned the corner, he glanced and found that it was Last time I didn't push Song Yi, whom I didn't know.

How should I put it, he is actually not a proactive person, even though he already had the idea of ​​going up to say hello, but he still walked his own way and didn't go forward.

When passing the next corner, Jiang Yuebai lost Song Yi, the regret in his heart hadn't risen yet, Song Yi had already come out from the canteen next to him, the two caught off guard and looked at each other, Jiang Yuebai let out an "ah" :"It's you.."

"It's me." Song Yi said, "You are Jiang Yueyue's younger brother, I often hear your sister mention you."

"Are you familiar with my sister?"

Song Yi said: "Normal classmate relationship."

"Oh..." He was really not very good at looking for something to say. He looked at the canteen, then at Song Yi's empty hand, and said, "Didn't you go in to buy something? Why did you come out empty-handed?"

"I didn't see a suitable one."

"Um"

After that, there was no more words.

When they met for the second time, his impression of Song Yi changed from a good-looking school bully to a good-looking school bully with a good temper.

With the second time, the acquaintance and encounter after that will be more logical.

He found that every Wednesday afternoon after school, he seemed to be able to run into Song Yi. Since he met, he could always chat with each other. They didn't talk much to each other, but strangely, they didn't stand in the cold. After more than a month, a month After the exam, on the way back from school, Jiang Yueliang routinely told him about the exam.

Jiang Yuebai asked: "What about Song Yi? Are you the one with the higher score, or Song Yi?"

"Of course Song Yi"

"He is really so powerful..."

Jiang Yueyue smiled: "Baibai, it's really rare to see you take the initiative to inquire about other people's situation. When did you and Song Yi become familiar? Didn't you still look like enemies when we met last time?"

"Hey... It's hard to describe in words. In short, we can barely be considered friends now." He tried hard to define this relationship, and finally chose the word friend for no reason.

"Really?" Jiang Yuebai rushed to be happy and relieved from the bottom of her heart. After all, there were not many people who could be called friends by Jiang Yuebai since childhood. Regarding Jiang Yuebai's preference for being alone, she and Shen Ruwei often I'm worried, it's a good thing to see my brother have one more friend now.

But how did they suddenly become familiar with each other?

When Jiang Yueyue asked, he told her more about what happened in the past month. After that, Jiang Yueyue said in confusion: "But Song Yi's home should not be in this direction, otherwise we have never met before. Woolen cloth?"

That's right, Jiang Yuebai had an epiphany, why didn't he think about this question before?

On the next Wednesday, he told Song Yi about his doubts, but Song Yi said: "Every Wednesday afternoon, I make up lessons at a cram school at the end of this street."

Jiang Yuebai was surprised: "You study so well and still make up lessons? My sister never makes up lessons. If you don't make up lessons, will you lose my sister's exam?"

Song Yi smiled softly, and didn't try to defend herself. Unexpectedly, Jiang Yuebai muttered to herself for a while and said, "Where is that cram school of yours? I have to be lucky with you."

Song Yi was stunned for a moment, and pointed in a direction: "Over there"

"Which side?" He pointed vaguely, Jiang Yuebai tiptoed to look over there: "Wisdom Education..is that one?"

Song Yi didn't speak, and then changed the subject at will.

Recalling the past, Jiang Yuebai's emotions were surging, and then he thought of something, and looked at Song Yi next to him like a torch:

"You were lying to me back then, Doctor Song. When I was in the third year of high school, I went to ask about that cram school, but it turned out that he was in elementary school and junior high school, so he didn't go to high school at all!"

Song Yi asked: "You actually asked."

Jiang Yuebai said: "When I was in the third year of high school, my sister and I made an appointment to go to S University. You know my grades. Of course, I had to rush and look for cram schools, but what happened later... Song Yi , what is the biggest regret in your life so far?"

Song Yi was slightly stunned, and looked away from him, looking at the dark front: "There are too many, I can't compare."

"You have had such a smooth journey from the college entrance examination to the university, to the graduate school and entered the second hospital. How come you have so many regrets?"

Jiang Yuebai didn't take it seriously, lowered her head slightly, and said, "The biggest regret in my life is that I didn't take the college entrance examination well, or that I didn't treat my mother better before she left."

When Jiang Yuebai's mother Shen Ruwei had an accident, it was three days before the college entrance examination. Ouyang went to the school to pick him up. When he heard the bad news in the car, his breathing was completely still for nearly 30 seconds. Every breath after that was like being scraped by someone with a thin and tough blade.

Shen Ruwei was bombed to death with the driver in the car on the way home, and the hospital couldn't even put together a complete body.

Jiang Ying'an took care of all the funeral affairs, calm and self-sustaining, as if the person lying in that small jar at the end was just one of his thousands of subordinates, not the pillow person, his wife, who had respected her like a guest for ten years.

On the day of Shen Ruwei's burial, after the guests had dispersed, Jiang Yuebai dragged her exhausted body to Jiang Ying'an with her eyes closed and rested, and asked him word by word, "So you have fulfilled your wish?"

Jiang Ying'an didn't respond, he could only hear him breathing calmly.

Jiang Yuebai's eyes were blurred by tears, and the eye injury had not healed, so her eyes were sore and astringent, and she could barely open them:

"Why did you ignore my mother when she went to find you alone? Because your work is always more important than ours, isn't it? If you could have been by her side at that time, she would not have been disappointed and returned home. The car you were supposed to be in, you..."

He told himself in his heart that the person who died should have been Jiang Ying'an, the so-called father who had been busy everywhere since he was a child and rarely accompanied them. He only cared about his gang and his career, not his wife, his children.

What Jiang Ying'an did was not very bright, and revenge is inevitable, but what does all this have to do with Shen Ruwei?She is sincere, quiet and kind, patiently taught him and Jiang Yueyue, and treated her husband tolerantly and patiently. Such a person should be a good person who rewards health and longevity, instead of such a dismal ending.

"Are you still wondering and impatient? Why did your always obedient and obedient wife come to you suddenly? Is it all her own fault? It's my mother's birthday that day, Jiang Ying'an,"

It was the first time he called his father by his first name, scared, but furious: "She just wanted to have a meal with you on her birthday! But now you tell me where my mother went! You give her back to me !"

But he was so excited, Jiang Ying'an was still cold-blooded, with his eyes closed, sitting there, motionless, like a well-equipped machine, not a flesh and blood person.

His indifference stung Jiang Yuebai, the seventeen or eighteen year old boy rushed towards the man named father with a desperate brute force, he grabbed Jiang Yingan's clothes, his fingers deformed with force, and he said hoarsely: " It was your ambition that killed her! Give me back my mother! Give me back!"

"Baibai!" Jiang Yueyue suddenly appeared outside the lobby. She was startled when she saw this scene. She was about to rush in and pull the irrational Jiang Yuebai away. Xiang Jiang Yueyue yelled, "Get out!"

Jiang Yueyue was stunned in place, a little at a loss: "I... Dad."

"What is your status, you are not worthy to come to condolences." Jiang Ying'an whispered: "From now on, you are never allowed to step into the old house, and never even think about leaving City A again."

Jiang Yuebai was on the verge of collapse: "You're still talking like this at this hour!" He glanced at Jiang Yuebai, who was crying silently, standing by the door and dared not come in, and then at Jiang Yingan, who closed his eyes again and was ruthless: "Why do you treat her like this? What did my sister do wrong again?!"

Jiang Ying'an snorted coldly, with a chill in her voice: "Since she appeared, it has been a complete mistake."

Jiang Yueyue covered her face and wept, half-kneeling on the ground with her limbs weak. Jiang Yue was also paralyzed on the ground, looking at the gorgeous ceiling in front of her, in a daze.