Promised period

Chen Jue has always been in this tone when talking about love, with sincerity in his cynicism.

Song Ke didn't dislike him like this, but felt that the saying "who belongs to whom" was a little inappropriate, so she tried to put her voice as gently as possible: "Chen Jue, I don't belong to anyone."

He felt that they belonged to him first, and at least they had to belong to his parents, after all, his body, hair, skin, and skin were all his parents'.In the end, they are each other.

But there was one sentence he didn't say because he felt it was too nasty.He is willing to be Chen Jue's.

Chen Jue was startled when he heard the words, and then let go of him slowly, half-jokingly: "Don't remind me so seriously, you make me very frustrated."

Maybe this is the difference between the two of them, Chen Jue always loves passionately and unreservedly, but Song Ke always has a lot of worries and loves with patience.But this does not affect their love, at least Chen Jue thinks so.

After reading the study, Song Ke was taken to the bedroom.

I thought it must be extravagant and comfortable, but when I walked in, I found that the room was surprisingly simple.Except for a single sofa, a big bed, and a row of wall cabinets, there is no furniture inside, not even a pair of decorative paintings.

"You usually sleep here?"

Chen Jue raised his eyebrows: "What kind of problem is this? I won't sleep next to you one night."

Song Ke would not be stupid enough to pay attention to his words, but just sat down with her back against Mo Qing's curtain: "Don't be poor, show me your childhood photos."

"Look at the photos as soon as you come up, so you can't wait to get to know me?"

After laughing, Chen Jue still went to get it.The photos are in the drawer, and the three thick volumes are exquisitely bound, which shows that he grew up in a wealthy family since he was a child.

The photo albums were all placed on Song Ke's lap, they were heavy and heavy.Chen Jue didn't squeeze him, but just sat lazily on the arm of the sofa, leaning against him.

When I opened the first book, it was still wrapped in gold leaf, which was very luxurious.The little baby in the photo was wearing a small leather hat, and looked very expensive, with a round and red face, and was held in the arms of a gorgeously dressed young woman.

Chen Jue said, "This is my mother."

There is no redundant explanation, but Song Ke heard that it refers to her biological mother.He praised softly: "Auntie is really beautiful."

In exchange for an unexpected condemnation: "Of course, my mother was a movie star when she was young. Look, you don't even know that, so you don't care about me at all."

This was the first time Song Ke had heard of it.Turning his head to look carefully at Chen Jue's eyebrows and eyes, it seemed to be a little more beautiful suddenly, so he asked curiously, "What movie did Auntie act in?"

Chen felt smug and smiled: "Why do you believe everything I say. My mother is not a celebrity, and what she hates the most in her life is being judged by others when she is on camera. She only gives face to me when celebrating my birthday."

As a result, Song Ke had no choice but to belittle herself in her heart: the wall is sloppy, both sides fall, and the fake one really doesn't know.But she couldn't help saying sincerely: "She must love you very much."

Chen Jue smiled, and was silent for a while before replying: "I am very lucky, everyone around me loves me very much."

Children who grow up in love will not be stingy in giving love.Song Ke felt that she was lucky enough to meet such a generous Chen Jue.

The thick night came in through the cracks in the curtains, and the faces of the two were cheerful and intimate, and their outlines seemed to be dissolved in a warm halo.

Chen Jue was obviously naughty when he was a child, even in front of the camera in the studio, he couldn't stop being naughty, and the photos he took were very lively and smart.From the full moon photos all the way to elementary school, Chen Jue was wearing a British straw hat on the graduation ceremony, holding a large bunch of sunflowers in his arms, and the middle-aged man standing next to him looked a bit like him.

"This is your father?"

He said "um", "It's my father, Chen Zongyi."

The name Song Ke is very popular, but for some reason, I seldom show up in public, and the relationship between Chen Jue and his father has never been harmonious, and he rarely mentions it.

Looking at the gloomy man in the photo, Song Ke wanted to turn the page.But his finger accidentally hooked on the gold foil at the corner, and his fingertip was instantly pierced.He retracted with a hiss, pinched his fingernail lightly, and a tiny drop of blood emerged from his fingertip.Perhaps because of its small size, the color is more bright red.

Chen Jue asked him if it was okay?He said it was okay, and looked down at the photo on his lap. There was a sports car parked behind the father and son.

Looking back, I couldn't find any more photos of Chen Zongyi, except for those Western-style wedding photos taken when he remarried.

"Uncle doesn't seem to like being on camera either."

"Well, he doesn't like to show his face." Chen Jue came to the medicine box and sat on the carpet to treat his wound.

In fact, it doesn't hurt anymore, but Song Ke didn't say no.

Chen Jue's fingers were slightly cold, and he leaned over to get very close, breathing lightly and warmly on Song Ke's fingertips.For some reason, Song Ke was a little overwhelmed, perhaps because his 1.8-meter-six tall man sat cross-legged on the ground, looking a little strong and oppressive.

I had no choice but to look away slightly: "My parents are so low-key, how did you give birth to such a ostentatious son?"

Chen Jue lowered his head and smiled, tearing off the band-aid very neatly: "My dad is not low-key, he has personal reasons."

"What's the personal reason?" After asking, he felt that it was inappropriate, and he closed his legs secretly, not allowing himself to appear so arrogant, "It's okay if it's inconvenient to say, I'm just asking casually."

"Don't move around." Chen Jue fixed his leg, arched his back, and wrapped the wound very carefully. "His right leg was born with a disability, and he usually walks with crutches, so he basically doesn't attend public events."

Born with a disability?

Seeing him stunned, Chen Jue let go of him, and joked with him lightly: "This problem is not inherited, and my legs are doing fine so far."

"Who asked you this?"

Song Ke withdrew her hands and legs, clearing away a cloud of mist in her heart.But when I closed the photo album, I suddenly felt a palpitation, as if I had a bad premonition, and I turned it forward silently until I reached the one with the sports car.

Chen Jue put away the medicine box and went to the bed to put things away: "Actually, my dad used to be a regional manager in your hometown, but he was transferred back to the headquarters in advance. If he is still there, you should have a lot of topics to talk about today. .”

After saying this, the room suddenly became quiet, only the slight sound of drawers opening and closing.After putting away the things, Chen Jue turned around and found that Song Ke was looking at him, with a layer of mist floating in the originally bright eyes.

"what happened?"

It wasn't until he approached Song Ke that he raised his head and looked at him steadily under the light: "Can people with disabled right legs drive?"

This question came too suddenly, Chen Juemo said for a moment: "Almost impossible, it is very difficult to apply for a driver's license, but my dad can."

"Why is your dad okay?"

The air in the bedroom does not condense well.

Chen Jue felt that Song Ke's tone changed, became cold and blunt, and became aggressive.Based on his understanding of Song Ke, he guessed that this was an aversion to the privileged class, and lowered his voice: "It's really wrong to drive with a handicap, but he drives very steadily. There has been no accident in these years."

He was just trying his best to explain for his father, Song Ke understood, but his fingers were getting cold uncontrollably, and a strange guess slowly formed in his heart.In order to prove that this guess is wrong, he took a deep breath gently, and tried to control his tone: "Has there been any accidents?"

"Yes." Chen Jue reassured him, "And he has a driver wherever he goes, and if there is an accident—"

It was only when I said this that I realized that I was confused.

Song Ke felt that her premonition was like a knife, hanging just a few millimeters away from her neck, and a layer of goose bumps appeared on her skin.

"What if there is an accident?"

Chen Jue had clearly sensed that the atmosphere was not right, but he knew Song Ke's character too well, if he prevaricated at this moment, the consequences would be even worse.What's more, it was his own father, an ordinary person, not a perfect person, and a little moral blemish should be forgiven.

So he still chose to be honest: "My dad didn't have an accident, but my dad's driver did. When I was 12 years old, he drove down a person. He was a junior high school student like me. The injury was too serious to be saved. Come here. I admit that my dad tried to protect him, but it was because he worked for the Chen family for many years, and he worked hard without any credit. I think this is human nature, and there is nothing worthy of criticism."

"What happened later?" Song Ke asked quietly.

"Traffic accident caused death, and there was an escape plot. I was sentenced to ten years in prison."

"Only ten years..."

Because of his good performance inside, his sentence was commuted early and he was released from prison.Under Chen Jue's silent gaze, Song Ke lowered her head, her expression blurred.

"Song Ke."

There was a long silence, and you could even hear each other's breathing.Song Ke slowly pressed her hands on the album, covering Chen Zongyi's face.When he raised his head again, his eyes were distant, and he looked at Chen Jue's face bit by bit, and the similarities in the contours of the facial features could be seen at a glance.Chen Jue is no longer Chen Jue, but Chen Zongyi's son.

"Do you think it's no big deal?" His voice was cold, and his body was on the opposite side of Chen Jue's.

"I didn't say that, Song Ke, let's not talk about this. Anyway, the student who died was very pitiful, but the driver also paid the corresponding price. Even my father couldn't save him."

Save?

What a ridiculous use of the word.

Song Ke raised her eyes to stare at Chen Jue, and suddenly began to loathe this face that she had loved for three years.He said: "Perhaps the poor student is not the only one."

"Song Ke—"

Chen Jue wanted to say something more, but he was not in the mood to listen.He got up and put down those photo albums, went to the bathroom and booked a ticket for himself to go back to his hometown early tomorrow morning, then went back to the bedroom and said to Chen Jue: "I have something to do at home, I have to go back tomorrow, the company's affairs may be delayed Two days."

Chen Jue frowned: "What are you doing at home, isn't there no one in your house?"

The words were not malicious, just stating the objective facts, but Song Ke suddenly turned around and glanced at him sharply and indifferently: "So, so I am not even qualified to go back? Just because I am an orphan, I will I can only stay by your side and be at your mercy? Chen Jue, I was either born or an orphan, do you know that I have a father, and my father has been with me for more than ten years. "

Such a reaction was too intense. Of course, Chen Jue didn't expect it, and his face changed immediately: "What do you mean by that? When did I say that you are not qualified to go back? When did I force you to stay by my side? Are you going to You can go anywhere at any time, I have never manipulated your thoughts!"

He was stunned by the sudden quarrel, and stared at Song Ke angrily and puzzled.Song Ke didn't intend to talk to him any more, and didn't even give him a perfunctory apology.

It wasn't until he heard footsteps in the corridor that Chen Jue chased him out as if he had just woken up from a dream.But Song Ke walked very fast, went downstairs, took her coat and left without saying hello to anyone.

Chen Jue chased him all the way outside the courtyard before stopping him: "What's the matter, why are you so angry all of a sudden?"

Song Ke avoided his hand like the plague: "I'm going back to live tonight, don't come with me."

It was dark and the temperature dropped, Chen Jue didn't have time to put on his coat, he couldn't help shivering in the cold wind, with his arms in his trousers pockets: "At least go back and say hello to my mother."

It was already too compromised, but Song Ke just said: "It's not necessary."

"Song Ke, Song Ke——!"

Looking at the back of the person leaving in front of him, Chen Jue was so angry that he almost went crazy, and shouted his name at the top of his voice, but Song Ke never looked back.

Back at the villa, my younger sister Chen Nian had sensed something was wrong, so she lay on the window and watched for a long time.

Seeing him walk in in a daze, she went over and poked him on the shoulder: "It was fine when I was eating, how come I can see that it's hot when I look at a photo?"

Chen Jue stood there with cold hands and feet, but in the end he just whispered, "It's my fault."

Chen Nian nodded: "It's good to know who is wrong. It's okay brother. I think Song Ke is very reasonable. If you apologize to him, he will forgive you."

Quarrels, cold wars, even the best lovers can't avoid it, the important thing is that someone is willing to bow their heads.This is a very simple truth.

Chen Jue really did not return to their home that night because of a gamble in his heart.He stayed in the villa for the night, obviously in the room where he had slept for more than [-] years, but because there was no one around him, he couldn't sleep no matter what.

At first I couldn't hold back my face, but then I got up and smoked two cigarettes. After calming down, I decided to give in: "Sleeping?"

Waited for a long time and no reply.

Suddenly, I felt very uneasy.There is no clear reason, but I just feel that Song Ke's anger this time is different from before.I went to the balcony to dial the phone, over and over again, I couldn't count how many times I called, and finally answered over there.

With the cigarette butt in his hand, he called anxiously, "Song Ke?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone, and it took a long time to answer.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Woke you up?"

Song Ke refused to speak again.

Chen Jue's teeth became astringent, and the cigarettes he smoked became bitter.He said: "Forgive me, Song Ke. I shouldn't have quarreled with you today, let alone say that you have no family. You have, you still have me."

There was a faint sound of wind on the other side, and Song Ke didn't seem to be asleep either.

"it's not your fault."

Chen Jue said: "No, I was wrong. As long as you feel unhappy, no matter what happens, it is my fault." After a pause, he said, "Forgive me."

Song Ke's breathing was extremely low: "Go to sleep."

"Song Ke."

Chen Jue threw away the cigarette butt, deliberately relaxed his tone: "Do you want the driver Xiao Chen to take you to the bus stop tomorrow?"

"No need." Song Ke answered quickly this time, "I have my own car and can drive it."

Then hung up.