Ten years in love with GL

I have no experience, but I will naturally pay attention after I have experience. I will teach you again, to see if a man is good, it depends on whether the nose is big or the fingers are long. "

"I won't listen! What do you use this kind of knowledge for..." Jiang Yanling shook her like a candy.

"When the book is used, you will hate it less, and then you will regret it."

Jiayi, who usually doesn't read poems and books, can actually speak poems. It seems that she has really worked hard in this area.

Jiayi's heart was not dead, she pulled her and said, "Did you use a shower to wash down?"

"No, no..." Jiang Yanling covered her mouth, "Please don't talk."

Jiayi giggled and said, "Go, accompany me to buy a pair of underwear."

Chapter 18

Jiayi only left for 3 minutes. During these 3 minutes, she asked the salesperson to pick up the goods, go to pay and wait for the packaging. When she returned to the jewelry store to look for Jiang Yanling, he was already gone.

"Hi, may I help you?"

"I... I'm looking for the girl who just went shopping here. She has tied-up hair and is very white..." Panting, she quickly searched the shops on the first floor, but she couldn't find Jiang Yanling.

She was terrified that the black car, which had been stationary for a week, might be following her again.

"Ah, it's like this. She followed a man in a suit and said that if anyone came to her, she said don't worry."

Jiayi opened her eyes wide and asked the salesperson, "Are you sure she said that? Did she say where she was going?"

The salesperson also had a puzzled expression: "She didn't say that, but she just left in that direction."

Jiayi chased it out, the road was going up the mountain, but there was still a long way to go, and she didn't know where the destination was.

"Miss, do you want to call the police for you?" the salesperson asked.

"No, no need...Are you sure what she told you is not to worry?"

"I'm sure she didn't call for help."

Jiayi walked out of the shopping mall with a shopping bag in a daze. She couldn't tell Lingling's grandmother that she was taken away by a man, and there was only one person she could trust, and that was Dongqing.

She stopped a taxi and quickly reported the address to the driver.

Jiang Yanling finally got into the black car, without coercion or blackmail, she recognized the driver who had chased her down the street, first patted her on the shoulder, and then said to her: "Miss, can I borrow you for a few minutes?" time."

At that time, she was waiting for Jiayi to come out, so she went to the jewelry store next door. The two agreed to go to the ice room together after buying this store. She hesitated, and said to the salesperson: "If a girl comes to me, You tell her not to worry."

She left with that man, but her heart was extremely peaceful.She asked him what is the reason why you have worked so hard to find me, the man just said to follow me, I have the answer you want.

The car drove up the Panshan Road, with the surging sea beside her. She remembered that it was a pity that she had not been able to go to Lamma Island with Jiayi and the others, but was it lucky to see the sea and the pier with Cheng Shi?

If there is a chance, she would like to come with Dong Qing and pick a shell for her, the kind that can hear the waves.

Gradually, a small area of ​​villas appeared in the field of vision. Jiayi's home should be nearby. She has not seen the villa with her own eyes, so she doesn't know if it is different from what she saw on TV. Whether there is a swimming pool or if there are wolf dogs Stand guard, if you open the door, there are rows of Filipino maids and housekeepers waiting.She forced herself to think about unimportant things, such as the poems she read at the Poetry Society, the movies she and Dong Qing watched together, and the swing dance...

If her head was empty, she would feel scared, although she was very calm when she left.

"How do you know what I want to know?" She asked the driver tentatively, "And only one person came this time, how can you guarantee that I will get in the car with you?"

"If you don't follow, I can only say that this has something to do with your parents."

There was a little shock in her heart, and she said, "Who ordered your rhetoric?"

The driver didn't answer her, and he wouldn't say a word if he wasn't allowed to.

The car stopped at a single-family building in the back, and before she entered the garage, someone opened the door for her and got off the car.She was led into the house by a man in a suit, and she didn't see rows of Filipino maids and housekeepers. The living room was twice the size of the house she lived in, not to mention the magnificent interior, and the refraction. Shining crystal ceiling.

Although she followed the person in front of her, she was in a daze.

But do all Western-style buildings tend to be European-style?She prefers the small single-family houses in Shanghai. The entrance is a delicate Shanghai-style style, mahogany instead of tiles, and a carved screen or a huge ink hanging fan when you turn around. Isn't Biying more magnificent and glamorous than this nouveau riche-like European-style decoration?

Talking about the mood of life, not to mention the gardens of flowers and plants in Shanghai.

She frowned, and walked into a huge house with people. The walls on both sides were beige wallpapers that are popular nowadays. Everywhere in this house showed a grand pattern, whether you accept it or not, it is uncomfortable splendor.

It looks like a study room, with European-style carved tables and chairs at the entrance, printed cushions on lacquered white wooden furniture, and bookcases that function as screens inside, creating two separate spaces for the interior.It was warmer here than outside, perhaps because of the thickly woven carpet.

A man and a woman were originally sitting on the sofa in the inner room. Seeing her come in, they stood up one after another, as if they were receiving some important person.The nervous expressions of the two made her want to laugh, but she didn't dare, because she still didn't know the purpose of the people who came.

The woman's hands tightly pinched the hem of the dress.

She is about 30 years old, with a very pretty face, and without opening her mouth, one can imagine that a woman's voice must be clear and pleasant.Most importantly, it reminded her of a person, a woman's eyebrows, eyes, ears and high nose, all of which were too similar to herself.

Eyebrows, her eyebrows are slender, she remembers her grandmother once said that she looks like her mother, but her thick eyebrows are more like her father.Her gaze swept across the man beside him, his shoulders were exactly as high as the woman beside him, his eyebrows were bushy, and his eyes were like torches, looking at her with the same affection.

Seeing what I was doing, Jiang Yanling thought, he has never been watched by such serious eyes in his life.

The confusion in her heart has receded by three points. It started from her grandmother's constant questioning, asking her if she wanted to go back to Shanghai, if she wanted to go back to that "civilized" place, back to her parents.Regarding the appearance of the two, I have to say that she has already been vaccinated.The meaning of the word "parents" is in her heart, and it is no different from teachers, at least teachers who are familiar with her can treat her sincerely, like Teacher Zihua, like Dongqing...

But her parents, apart from the blood relationship, had no contact with them for many years, she really didn't feel moved by the word "sacred".

The time was very long, long enough to make her stare blankly for so long.Both sides seemed to be confirming something, but they didn't speak for a long time.

"Lingling...is that you, Lingling?"

The woman's voice was indeed crisp and pleasant, and she spoke Mandarin with a slight Shanghai accent. Because of her hometown, it brought back fragments of memories that were almost obliterated in her heart.

She still didn't answer, just stood there in a daze.

"Lingling... come here and let mom see... okay?" The woman's voice was begging, but she still didn't move at all.

"What's your name? Yan Ling?" The man beside him said cruelly, he didn't even know her name, "Is your surname Xian or Jiang?"

She remembered that Jiayi told her that there was a woman called Xie Yanling, stupid Jiayi, maybe the other person was talking about Xian, because her father's surname was Xian, but is the name important to them?

Jiang Yanling said, "You want to see me, why don't you come here by yourself?"

There was anger and majesty in the man's voice: "She is your mother, so you talk to her like that?"

"Mother? I have lived with my grandmother for 14 years, and I have never seen any mother." She raised her chin, "You said she was my mother?"

"Presumptuous!" the man roared, and then the door behind him was closed, "How could she have such an uneducated daughter?"

Jiang Yan smiled and said, "Then please tell me, what is education?"

The man was about to rush forward, but the woman quickly pulled her and said, "Forget it! Haiying, this is the first time you've met!"

meeting for the first time?What's the meaning?Jiang Yanling's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that this man is not her father at all?

After this battle, the man's anger gradually subsided, and he ordered the people around him to retreat first, leaving only the three of them in the study.

Jiang Yanling said: "You don't want to say anything to me, so you let me recognize my mother casually? You worked so hard to find me, this decision is really casual."

She looked at the man, but the woman walked over step by step, knelt down and held her face, she avoided it subconsciously, but she didn't expect the woman to cry: "Lingling...I'm a mother! You...you don't Do you remember?"

She still looked at the man, there seemed to be a light wave that resisted each other between the two, and neither side was to be outdone.She didn't blink, her eyes were so sore that she was about to shed tears, but she turned a blind eye to the crying woman in front of her.

Hearing the word mother, she thought of the hero who always said that he regards the sky as his father and the earth as his mother. She couldn't help but smile when she thought about it. She wished this was on the set, and a director would jump out at any time and shout "Kah!" .

"What are you laughing at, Lingling? Have you forgiven your mother?" The woman cried and her eyes were dazzled, her voice trembling.

"Forgive? You didn't do anything wrong, how can you forgive?" She looked at her with a smile, "I don't have a mother, and I don't need to call someone a mother."

"Xian Yanling! You are too presumptuous! Even if you have been separated for 20 or 30 years! You have to know that there are still