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Chapter 14
Rong Ting's brows were habitually drawn together, but they slowly stretched out. Thinking of something, the anxiety just now was gradually suppressed.
If it weren't for those kids, would it be her?
She promised him that she would come to him.
He put the medical book together, controlled the wheelchair with both palms and walked out, but because he was impatient, he lost the usual slowness in his movements, and the wheel knocked on the threshold.
Jiang Rao knocked on the door, but she didn't wait for him to open the door for her for a long time. She thought that he was inconvenient in her legs and feet, so she didn't worry, she waited with 100% patience.
At this time, although she thought, it would be nice if she knew his name, but she remembered that in the dream he did not allow her to know his identity at all, maybe his background was a taboo for him, and she did not want to mention it at this time. make him unhappy.
She waited patiently, but unexpectedly, she heard a bang inside.
Like someone fell.
Although it was separated by a door, Jiang Rao seemed to see the scene of Rong Ting turning over on his back in the yard.
Because she couldn't see it, the scene she imagined in her head was so miserable and miserable, she anxiously wanted to push the door directly in, but at this moment, the door opened.
Without the strength of the door to catch her, she fluttered in the air, staggered, and was supported by Rong Ting before she stood firm. Her eyelashes trembled and she looked at Rong Ting, "Are you alright?"
As soon as he spoke, he realized that he was very close to him, with his hands on his chest.
Jiang Rao had never been so close to a boy face to face. He could even feel the pulsation of his heartbeat under the palm of his hand, and hurriedly moved his hand away.
She pulled the whole arm out of Rong Ting's hand and took a step back, "Are you all right? I heard just now that you fell."
The slender circles between the fingers escaped, Rong Ting's eyes were inadvertently gloomy, the phalanx was slightly curled, and the palm of his hand was empty.
"It's okay." He retracted his hand and said in a low voice, "I'm used to it."
got used to?
Does that mean it was really knocked down?
Change more than just once?
Jiang Rao frowned deeply.
The leg was clearly on him, but he couldn't see the slightest pain in his expression, but it was her, whose face was full of distress.
She ran behind him and pushed the wheelchair, "Don't move by yourself, I'll push you in."
"Um."
After entering the room, Jiang Rao squatted in front of him, raised her eyes, and looked at him with concern, "You just fell, does it hurt?"
Rong Ting shook his head.
The young man in front of her had a darker expression than the little figure hiding behind the tree in her dream, and lost all hope. The two figures seemed to overlap, and Jiang Rao felt even more sour in her heart.
No one would listen if screamed that it hurts, so learned to endure it.
She held the caramel in her arms in front of him, "I'll bring you candy."
The milky white caramel candy is sprinkled with a layer of icing sugar, and the candy is soft. When you take it out, there is a cool sweetness in the air.
"It's very sweet," Jiang Rao said.
However, Rong Ting's eyes narrowed slightly, but there was an emotion of disgust in his eyes.
He doesn't like sweets very much.
When was a child, was very hungry and hated. was looking for something to eat all over the house, but was hooked by a sweet smell. accidentally found a few square cakes sprinkled with icing sugar at the foot of the wall.
The square cake is already cold, but it is still an irresistible temptation for a child who has been hungry for a few days.
But there is rat poison in the square cake.
If it wasn't for the fact that he saw a bunch of dead bugs beside him before he bit down, he became suspicious, and he would have died a long time ago.
Later, overheard mother's speech, and the square cake was deliberately placed there by the queen, posing as if she wanted to poison the mouse, but starved him for a few days, and put these square cakes filled with rat poison to lure him.
If he really ate it, he would die of poisoning within an hour.
After he died, some people would say that the child was greedy and ate the square cake of the poisoned rat and died. The queen pretended to shed a few tears, and everyone would pity her for losing her adopted son. And he's just a fool who can't even tell the difference between a snack for humans and a snack for mice.
Since then, he has learned a truth, the truth is true or false, and it is in the hands of those at the top of the power. Rich and powerful people can sit back and relax, and the powerless and powerless are as cheap as the weak mouse.
Since then, have especially disliked the taste of sweetness.
Jiang Rao saw that his face was cold and reluctant, although he didn't quite understand that someone could resist sweets, but instead he shoved a bag of sugar into his arms, "Today is a festival here, a festival called Nao Chun, I The maid told me that if I want to eat candy, it will be sweet for the next year."
What Jiang Rao thought in her heart was that she has a younger brother, father and mother. Even if the year to come will be bitter and sweet, she will have her family by her side. Unlike him, who is lonely and lonely, she should suffer less. Okay.
"I didn't even eat it myself, you can eat a piece first."
Rong Ting's expression changed to reluctance, but in her pleading eyes, she squeezed a piece of caramel in the palm of her hand.
The snow-white icing smeared on the pulp of his fingers, and he frowned deeper and glanced at her.
Jiang Rao actually wanted to eat it, but she looked at him and urged, "You can eat it."
I don't know if it was his illusion. He felt that she was looking at him... as if she was looking at her younger brother, younger brother?
Obviously he is obviously older than her.
He swallowed the sugar wholeheartedly, his forehead suddenly cold.
When he raised his eyes, Jiang Rao withdrew his hand and smiled at him with his lips bent.
The smile is particularly good-looking, but, as if he had done something wrong, he squinted with a smile, with a hint of flattery.
Rong Ting raised his finger to touch the heart of his forehead, and heard her stop it very quickly, "Don't!"
Jiang Rao stopped Rong Ting from destroying the cinnabar seal on his forehead.
She was thinking about his dislike of being approached by others, so she didn't dare to ask him directly if he could order it, for fear that if he asked first and then ordered, even if he agreed, she would stare into his eyes and her hands would tremble.
So I had the courage to cut it first and then play it once, taking advantage of it when I was unprepared, I quickly clicked it, giving him a good time, and a good time for myself.
The action is cowardly and fast.
Jiang Rao glanced at him.
The red color suits him too much, and the delicate facial features are adorned with the vermilion on his forehead, which instantly shows that his already beautiful eyebrows and eyes have turned into a disaster.
However, his complexion is white and cold, and his eyes are dark and long. Even if he is brilliant, his temperament is full of coldness and a sense of distance that is inaccessible.
People can actually see this level better.
No wonder her face-seeing mother asks her every day why she doesn't invite him to the house every day.
Such a beauty, without speaking, is pleasing to the eye when placed there, more beautiful than flowers.
The beauty coughed slightly.
Jiang Rao came back to his senses and bowed his head in embarrassment.
Finally came to the stage of first cutting and then playing, playing.
"I just ordered a grain of cinnabar in the center of your forehead..."
"It's a festival custom." She said slowly, her heart was changing, sweating on her palms, she stretched out her fingertips, tapped the grain of cinnabar on her forehead, and explained, "On the center of the forehead, put cinnabar on it, it can ward off evil spirits and seek peace."
She said, "I heard from the servant girl that I bought a Kongming lantern at the Lantern Festival at night. Write a wish in the Kongming lantern and put it in the sky. If God sees your wish, it will help you realize it."
She was in high spirits when she spoke, and when she said the word fulfillment, she seemed to really see her wish come true, she smiled sweetly, and the small pear vortex loomed.
she actually
Change these letters.
Rong Ting couldn't tell whether he was envious or self-deprecating.
He doesn't believe it.
At a young age, when he was hungry, when he was locked in a small dark room, he also bowed his head and prayed to the gods.
However, the gods never heard his voice.
Jiang Rao finished speaking slowly and looked up at him, "Can I take you to set the lanterns at night?"
In his slightly cold eyes, she said seriously, "I want to ask for your peace."
She wanted to give him everything that the child hiding behind the tree had envied and longed for.
Sweet sugar, cinnabar, Kongming lanterns, what others can have, he also has.
Rong Ting's fingers tightened slightly while holding the caramel bag.
During the fourteen years, all the festivals and excitement belonged to others.
In the fourteen years, there has never been a person who sincerely hoped that he would be safe and happy.
He opened his mouth, and for some reason, his throat was a little rough and his voice was hoarse, "Okay."
...
The dungeon, clammy and cold as a sewer.
Wang Zhou hadn't slept for several nights, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, and his eyes were bloodshot to a terrifying level.
He kept thinking about what to say in order to minimize his guilt when he would only go to the court tomorrow.
It's better to turn all the faults on to Empress Jiahe.
But that's the mother of a country...
Wang Zhou gritted his teeth, his heart was full of anger, and evil came from his guts. Even if it was a mother in a country, he couldn't afford to offend her, and there was nothing he could do.It is him who is exiled!
Suddenly a small cluster of light ignited, and then quickly extinguished.
In the darkness, there seems to be a swaying figure.
Wang Zhou heard two lines of footsteps.
The footsteps were very light, echoing in the empty dungeon, making his scalp tingle.
At this moment, a cold, deliberately low voice came to his ear, and said sullenly: "You are Wang Zhou."
Wang Zhou's body was covered with thorns, and he turned his head to look at the source of the voice, and his expression suddenly became extremely frightened.