Sick Beauty Gives Up Struggle [Rebirth]

Li Rong is a very ceremonial person.

Since Song Yuanyuan insisted on asking him to go to the coming-of-age ceremony, he felt that he should rent a dress for himself.

Rent sounds somewhat shabby. He used to be able to afford it, but now he has to count every penny carefully.

"Based on the relationship between me and my girlfriend, how much is the right dress to rent?" He thought so, and asked by the way.

The classroom was filled with the moving melody of the nib of the pen rubbing against the paper, and even the benefactor beside him didn't make a sound.

Li Rongyun looked at Cen Wei, and took the time to hint: "As my angel fund investor, Mr. Cen won't express his opinion?"

Cen Xiao has learned to automatically block the word 'girlfriend', but he still has teeth itching for Li Rongruo's teasing and hatred.

Cen Wei unscrewed the water glass, took a sip of water slowly, and said coldly, "Is it appropriate for you to discuss girlfriends with the patron?"

Li Rongben was sharp-tongued, and he was not afraid at all: "It's quite inappropriate for the money owner to be willing to go even though he knows he will be recruited."

He will always remember the scene of Cen Wei and Song Yuanyuan embracing and dancing in the last life, and they can be regarded as talented and beautiful, especially right.But what's ridiculous is that in the last life, he was jealous of Song Yuanyuan, but in this life, in retrospect, he was a little jealous of Cen Wei.

Just a little bit, it's not bad to adjust the boring life.

Jian Fu couldn't stay idle in front of him, because he had already been recruited by University A, so he didn't have the pressure of the college entrance examination at all. When others were trying their best to brush the questions, he often looked around empty-handedly, somewhat resentful.

Seeing Li Rong and Cen Wei whispering, Jian Fu bowed his head, and while the biology teacher was dozing off behind the podium, he came over calmly, happened to listen to the second half, Jian Fu sighed: "You really want to go?" , I'll be honest, you can't bring Song Yuanyuan back."

He rested his two paws on Li Rong's table, carelessly shaking Li Rong's thermos to play with, and he also said this to Li Rong.

Jian Fu is very sensitive to the relationship between men and women, he can see that Li Rong doesn't like Song Yuanyuan very much anymore.

This is very good, a good student like Li Rong, who has been lucky since he was a child, can finally experience the free single life of him and Cen Xiao.

Li Rong nodded approvingly, with a look of sadness in his eyes: "I just can't swallow this breath, thinking that my girlfriend is going to be with..." He deliberately paused, and glanced at Cen Wei from the corner of his eye, "I want to be with you, my new love Lennon, my heart hurts."

As he spoke, he covered his heart with his hands, frowned slightly, and coughed a few times pretending to be unbearable.

He was full of illnesses all over his body, and he became more and more adept at pretending to be sick.

"New love? My brother Xiao?" Jian Fu's eyes wandered between Li Rong and Cen Xiao, and a picture inevitably formed in his mind. He suddenly felt that the scene was bloody and exciting, and he couldn't help but gloat, "Fuck, say so , I want to watch the excitement, why don't you two fight now?"

Li Rong slowly withdrew his hands from his heart, and smiled with eyes: "It's quite lively, but I'm living in poverty now, and I lack self-confidence in front of your stalwart and rich brother Xiao, why don't you sponsor the costume styling? Before the second model, I I will also give you extra lessons."

Jian Fu didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement: "Okay."

Cen Wei finally couldn't listen anymore, and gave Jian Fu a cool look: "If you have nothing to do, go take out the garbage at the door."

Jian Fu felt aggrieved: "Damn it, he was the one who suggested it, brother, why don't you stare at him?"

Li Rong lowered his eyes, his eyes fell on the tiny lines on the inner side of his wrist, he slightly pulled his lower lip, half a smile: "He has a guilty conscience, after all, he took it by any means...ha."

Jian Fu: "Don't talk nonsense, my brother doesn't want to rob Song Yuanyuan."

Cen Wei took a deep look at Li Rong, Li Rong didn't mean to explain to Jian Fu, and neither did he.

Li Rong wanted to dress up well, not just talking about it.

He used to have two sets of custom-made dresses, which were made for him by Gu Nong's friend who was a designer. They were expensive and looked good.

But the people who came to search the house from the court probably had knowledge of the goods, and the two valuable dresses were taken away.

On Thursday, Li Rong hurriedly rented a dress online, but didn't have time to try it on, and it probably won't be delivered until the day of the coming-of-age ceremony.

He is frail and thin now, and he probably wouldn't fit if it wasn't custom made.

"I still need a haircut."

He looked in the mirror and looked at the end of his hair, feeling a little disgusted.

After waking up from the hospital, he hasn't had a haircut. He used to have a haircut once a month when he was obviously delicate.

Song Yuanyuan's coming-of-age ceremony will bring many former friends of his parents, he doesn't want to be as down and out as he was in his previous life.

Li Rong found a barber shop with a good reputation, and chose the manager with the best skills.

"What kind of care do you guys want?" The female store manager is about 30 years old, thin, with gray curly hair dyed, and her clothes are a bit punk.

Li Rong took off his coat, revealing a loose white round-neck sweater. He folded the cotton coat and put it on the sofa while replying to the female store manager.

"I'm going to my girlfriend's bar mitzvah."

The female store manager raised her eyebrows and said with a smile: "I understand, I will definitely cut you a handsome one, so that your girlfriend will be devoted to you."

Li Rong smiled: "Okay."

He sat down obediently, someone put a towel around his neck, and put on the apron tightly.

The store is playing soft and elegant blues, the air conditioner is blowing hot air, and the afterglow of the sunset that loses temperature slowly drags on the floor, like an orange carpet.

The store manager skillfully held the comb with two fingers, and while combing Li Rong's hair gently, he sprayed water on his hair.

"How old is the boy?"

Li Rong hesitated for a moment, raised his eyes to stare at himself in the mirror, and replied in a low voice, "23."

It was probably unfamiliar, and the warm environment gave him an inexplicable sense of security, and he didn't hide himself.

The store manager paused in his hands, and looked in the mirror in surprise: "So you all graduated from college, and you look so young, are you looking for a job?"

It's a very everyday chat, and the questions that ordinary people would be curious about are all small, unimportant questions.

Li Rong's nerves that had been tense for a long time finally felt a moment of relaxation.

The world is big and there are many people, not everyone pays attention to the Internet, not everyone knows about Li Qingli and Gu Nong.

Most people in this world are trying to live their own lives, silent, ignorant of the undercurrent, full of hope for the future.

"Looking for a job."

"Where do you work?"

"Research institutes."

The scissors clicked, and from time to time, broken hair rolled down along the cloth, and Li Rong's face inevitably also fell some broken hair, which made him a little itchy.

He wrinkled his nose and squeezed his cheeks, trying to shake his hair down.

The shop manager envied: "Oh, what a great unit, you still have a solid job, your parents don't have to worry about it. You look so good, you have a good job, and your girlfriend must be beautiful too. How happy you are to get married once every two years."

Li Rong stopped shaking his hair, wondering if some eyelashes fell into his eyes, and he felt a little sore in a trance.

He chuckled and murmured back: "...It's pretty good, it's pretty good."

He once thought that his whole life would be like this, inheriting the mantle of his parents, making great achievements in the Hongsuo Research Institute, and soon making achievements beyond his parents.

He is still a dedicated person, and he is not very good at flirting with others. Maybe he will marry Song Yuanyuan in a short time.

Of course Li Qingli and Gu Nong were also there.

Li Qingli is an old pedant, he likes to preach, no matter how good-tempered Li Rong is, he will always be annoyed by his education.

He always didn't dare to think back to those earnest teachings, those meticulous, pervasive love that penetrated all the years, would stab him with bruises all over his body.

Gu Nong is a typical self-examination personality.

I often say that suffering is a blessing, and good things are rewarded with good things.

Li Rong is not the same as her. Li Rong has a cold temperament and is very assertive. He doesn't want to talk nonsense with people who have different ideas. Sometimes he gives people a strong sense of distance, which is completely opposite to Gu Nong's principles of handling things.

But Gu Nong never forced him to reform, she thought, her child can be more self-willed, doesn't have to please everyone, and doesn't have to bow to all principles.

Times have changed, and he really wants to give advice to these two parents——

If I had known that disembowelling and extracting powder would be the end, don't leave him alone next time.

"It's done. Your sideburns look good. I didn't shave them for you."

The hair dryer dries the last trace of water hanging on the hair, leaving only the dry warmth.

Li Rong looked up at the mirror.

His hair wasn't cut much shorter, but he looked more energetic. The store manager even gave him a simple blow-drying style. The soft hair ends were half curled, overlapping each other, fluffy and three-dimensional.

"Thank you." It's nice to see.

He paid the money, took out his clothes from the locker, and checked his phone, only to find that Cen Xiao had sent him a message and called him.

[Cen Wei: Where is it? 】

Li Rong wrapped his coat tightly and called Cen Wei back.

Li Rong: "I'm out for a haircut, what can I do?"

Cen Xiao leaned on the sofa, had already filled a glass of lemonade three times, and left it cold for the third time.

No one could keep him waiting so long.

Cen Ling took a deep breath, looked at the time: "Come to SaraZ, make clothes."

SaraZ is a well-known high-end custom brand. There are famous people in City A who basically have their custom-made clothes. It’s just that most people have to wait in line for one or two years to get the qualification. It's much easier.

However, his parents had never ordered a piece of clothing. He remembered that the clerk came to the door once, but Li Qingli sternly refused.

Li Rong: "Oh?"

He was somewhat surprised.

He didn't ask Cen Wei about this matter, he just said something casually to Jian Fu, but he didn't expect Cen Wei to really listen.

If you order a piece of clothing at this shop and rush it overnight, it will cost more than all the living expenses that Cen Xiao borrowed from him.

Cen Ling's eyes scanned the exquisite corset dresses hanging in the store, and wrote lightly: "Didn't I say that I want to surpass my new love at the birthday party, I will give you a chance."

Li Rong didn't refuse, and said with a smile: "I can't ask for it."

SaraZ is not in the business district, but the location is a bit out of the way. When Li Rong arrived by taxi, the sun had already melted like a puddle of red ink.

With the evening photos that unscrupulously invaded the world, he shook off the sparkling gold powder hanging from the tip of his eyelashes, and appeared at the gate without haste.

Through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, Li Rong raised his head slightly, his newly trimmed hair was innocently dyed with a layer of tangerine, and his pale side face due to illness seemed to be painted with delicate and smooth white glaze.

He moved his lips, and the small Adam's apple, which could not be covered by the white collar, slid gently.

"Cen Wei."

Cen Wei's eyes gradually darkened, he was silent for a long time, and smiled like self-deprecating.

It seems that no matter how restrained he is, he will fall in love with this person at first sight.

The measurer tore off the measuring tape hanging around his neck, and warmly greeted Li Rong: "Come here with me to measure the size."

"Excuse me." Li Rong was familiar with the road, and walked inside.

The steps of tailoring clothes are very meticulous. Use a tape measure to gently wrap around the slender neck, and draw the scale inch by inch. When the cold body of the ruler is completely attached to the warm and fragile skin, put your index finger on the neck, and carefully read the most accurate. scale.

This is not the strictest, the tape will go down the shoulders, slide over the well-shaped butterfly bones, overlap and wrap around the sensitive and tight chest.

In addition, there are flexible and sagging waist, straight and bulging buttocks, straight and thin legs, beautiful and small wrist bones and ankles.

Cen Xiao stood up a second before the curtain closed, lifted the heavy brown curtain, and walked into the measuring room.

Li Rong had already taken off his coat and sweater, leaving only what he was wearing next to his body, an extra light underwear.

The underwear tightly covered his waist and abdomen, revealing the color of his skin faintly.

Cen Wei snatched the measuring tape from the measuring master, wrapped it around his palm, and said in a deep voice, "I'll measure it myself."