Sick Beauty Gives Up Struggle [Rebirth]

Li Rong didn't speak for a long time, neither did Zhang Zhaohe, the two stood by the railing, as if they were far away from the noise.

One after another, some students reached the top of the mountain, some rushed directly to the gazebo to find a place to rest, and some greeted Zhang Zhaohe politely as they passed by.

Zhang Zhaohe would smile and nod to them, but Li Rong could clearly see that look in his eyes.

indifferent.

It is the indifference that cannot be concealed by the smile that is squeezed out, and the contempt and disdain in the bones.

These people were assigned to his class because they were eliminated by the exam. He didn't care about their life or future at all, so it didn't matter whether they cherished their study time or not.

This is how Zhang Zhaohe came over these years. Everyone said that he was too cowardly and useless to manage the class well, but Li Rong knew that he felt that these students were not worthy.

The attention that Zhang Zhaohe Ken gave him was not just because he was the first in the grade. After all, Zhang Zhaohe had never appeared in his previous life.

He thought it was because he was still able to take the first place in the exam without going to class, because he sorted out and distributed Li Qingli's thesis, because of the collapse of Meijiang Biology, and because the first and third districts of Lanshu were closely connected with him.

All of these make him worth far more than his previous life, because he seems to be very powerful, and he has accomplished things that shouldn't be possible at this age.

Li Rong couldn't help but wanted to smile wryly, he didn't want to admit that he and Zhang Zhaohe were the same kind of people, but he seemed to understand Zhang Zhaohe's emotions very well.

By the time the whole class reached the top of the mountain, it was already noon, and the sun was shining brightly, and the top of the mountain felt a little warm.

Zhang Zhaohe called all the students to take a group photo by the stone tablet at the gate of the courtyard, but he himself did not come.

The wide-angle lens took more than a dozen photos, and when the crowd slowly dissipated, Zhang Zhaohe suddenly approached Li Rong and said meaningfully: "Coincidentally, Brother Li was standing in your position back then."

Li Rong's eyes widened suddenly, but Zhang Zhaohe turned around and left before he could ask.

Li Rong's words were also stuck in his throat.

But he also heard a truth from this sentence.

More than ten years ago, among the so-called friends who climbed the mountain with Zhang Zhaohe was Li Qingli!

What is Zhang Zhaohe's purpose in disclosing this information to him?

Show up and lower his defenses?

After going down the mountain, the whole class had a barbecue dinner at the farmhouse at the foot of Tashan Mountain, and it was already five o'clock in the afternoon when they returned to the school playground after the barbecue.

The setting sun slowly slid into the horizon in the wet moisture, and the shadows of the buildings were stretched infinitely long.

Li Rong didn't think Zhang Zhaohe was trustworthy, but it was undeniable that Zhang Zhaohe's words had been deeply etched in his mind.

Walking out of the playground, he was a little lost, and even forgot to send a message to Cen Xiao.

He walked aimlessly along the road, and unknowingly, he walked to the fountain square.

After confirming that Han Ying was the person Aunt Hui was looking for, Aunt Hui was not so obsessed with coming to A University to set up a stall.

While waiting for justice to come, she also began to look for other possibilities in life, and she could slowly pick up things that she had no interest in doing before.

So Li Rong hasn't been to Fountain Square for a long time.

He sighed softly, walked slowly through the crowd, and walked towards Aunt Hui's booth.

It has been two and a half years since we met here for the first time.

He was walking forward with deep thoughts when suddenly, someone hugged his leg.

He stopped walking.

"Brother Li, are you here to see me?"

Tongtong raised her small face, bent her round eyes, grinned, and smiled at him innocently.

The little girl was very clingy, her whole body stuck to his lap, her little hands were holding onto his pants, her long hair was loose, she was as pretty as a doll.

Li Rong couldn't help smiling, stretched out his hand, and gently squeezed Tongtong's face.

"Are you setting up a stall with your mother again?" Li Rong knelt down and pulled Tongtong into his arms.

Tongtong twitched a bit, then stretched out her hand to rub Li Rong's hair secretly, although the little girl is small, she also knows what is good-looking, Li Rong's appearance makes her want to get close.

"My mother said that now that there is medicine, there is no need to sell the house for the time being. Thank you Brother Li."

Before Shen Gui went to Zhai Ning's clinic to make trouble, Li Rong promised that he would be responsible for Tongtong's medicine until he made a cure.

Thinking of this, Li Rong was suddenly startled.

Heal Tongtong?

Tongtong was the first bacterial progeria patient he came into contact with, and anyway, he had to restore Tongtong to health.

Li Rong suddenly realized what a terrifying logical vortex he had been lured into by Zhang Zhaohe.

When standing on the top of the mountain and looking down, it is easy to have an illusion of detachment. Guided by Zhang Zhaohe's words, he will feel that he is not one of the vast number of sentient beings.

He is independent from the secular world, and feels that everyone is sorry for him and everyone is disgusting.

What he hates is a macro concept, but what he wants to save is a specific person.

For example, Tong Tong, who believed that he liked him and would hug his leg and act like a baby, he wanted her to recover and live a normal life without being tortured by illness for the rest of her life.

He can do it, and she sees him as hope.

That's it.

"Brother Li, what's the matter with you?" Tongtong poked Li Rong's face with her soft index finger, blinked at Li Rong with big eyes, and seeing Li Rong's expression was wrong, she just stood obediently and didn't mess around.

Li Rong smiled with his eyes bent, and patted her on the back lightly: "It's nothing, I was wondering why you didn't go to kindergarten."

Tongtong said brightly, "Stupid, today is the weekend!"

It was the first time that Li Rong was called stupid, he couldn't help but laughed: "Okay, okay, I forgot, Brother Cen Wei is still waiting for me, so I have to go home too."

Tongtong said softly: "Okay."

Li Rong went to say hello to Shen Gui, and then went back to the apartment.

When he arrived at the door, he subconsciously took out his mobile phone to look at it, only to find that Cen Xiao had sent him a lot of text messages.

He was so dazed that he didn't even look at it.

Pushing the door open and entering, Li Rong felt the familiar atmosphere in the room, let go of his guard, and felt physically and mentally exhausted.

Cen Wei came out of the study when he heard the movement: "I'm back, what do you want for dinner?"

Li Rong stood in the entrance and looked at Cen Wei, his eyelids trembled twice: "I sweat a lot, I want to take a bath first."

Cen Xiao sized him up and frowned slightly.

Li Rong didn't hide his emotions, so he could see something was wrong.

"what happened?"

"Let's talk after washing."

Li Rong changed his clothes and went straight to the bathroom.

There was the sound of water pattering, and a thick mist filled the bathroom. Half an hour later, Li Rong came out wearing a bath towel.

Cen Wei has been waiting at the door, and seeing Li Rong come out, he raised his eyes, put the coffee cup on the dining table casually, took two steps forward, and gently stroked Li Rong's wet hair: "Baby, Zhang Zhaohe told you what?"

Li Rong's hair was very soft, like an innocent kitten after being soaked in water, water dripped from the tips of her hair, and her earlobes were delicate and white.

Li Rong climbed onto Cen Xiao's back with one hand, pressed his half-dry body on Cen Xiao's shirt, put his chin on Cen Xiao's shoulder, and murmured: "Zhu Xin."

Cen Wei paused, his pupils shrank suddenly, and then he stroked Li Rong's neck and shoulders along his hair.

The dry and warm palm brushed against the smooth skin, and with a strong force, he pressed Li Rong into his arms: "But you listened."

If you don't listen to it, you won't be affected so much.

Although he is cruel, his logic is rigorous, even in line with Li Rong's Three Views.

"Yes, but it's much calmer now." Li Rong lowered his eyes and murmured.

Cen Ling's shirt was already wet by him, and the water from his hair dripped through the shirt and slid down Cen Ling's skin.

Cen Wei smiled lowly, smelling the sweet scent of grapefruit-scented shower gel between his nostrils, but he could also feel the tension in Li Rong's body.

"It's calmer, but it's still hard."

Li Rong bit his lower lip, tilted his head, leaned close to Cen Wei's ear, pressed against his ear bone, and said in a pitiful tone like a kitten whimpering: "Damn it, me."

Cen Xiao's breathing became heavy, and he pressed Li Rong's waist: "I can't ask for it."

He knew that Li Rong needed to vent and clear up some noises in his brain.

There is nothing more exhausting than intimate sports with your lover, especially, he knows how to please Li Rong.

He picked up Li Rong and carried him all the way back to the bedroom.

Before Cen Xiao could take off the wet shirt, Li Rong turned over and jumped up, straddling him, tugging at the buttons somewhat rudely.

Like an unsatisfied little beast, venting his anger on unimportant objects.

After finally throwing the shirt and trousers aside, Li Rong stopped making a fuss. He looked at Cen Wei with moist eyes, first stretched his lower lip, and then panted and ordered: "Be tougher."