Yang Qi'an: "..."

Jiang Rao only felt a thump in her heart, and looked at Rong Ting in surprise.

Is it her wish [to make him be nicer to her], has it come true?

He is now clearly on her side.

Can she escape from her dream ending?

Rong Ting glanced at Yang Qi'an with extremely cold eyes, and then his eyes slowly fell on Yang Xiuzhu.

The bottom of the eye saw the needle again.

As if showing him deliberately, his eyes stared at Yang Xiuzhu, but raised his fingers, hooked Jiang Rao's sleeve, and asked gently, "Are we going?"

He quickly turned his eyes back to look at Jiang Rao, his eyelids drooped, and he put away all the sharpness in his eyes, quiet and well-behaved, "I don't want to stay here anymore."

walk around.

So nice.

Jiang Rao's eyes fell on Rong Ting's hand that hooked her sleeve.

The slender fingers are as white as jade, and the slight scars are very distressing.

It's so cute, like the white fluffy puppy her grandfather had raised, and when she wanted to hold her, her paws were sticky first.

She couldn't resist at all, she pushed Rong Ting's wheelchair, immersed in the atmosphere of winning the competition just now, she was very happy, she raised her lips and said, "Let's go."

"I don't take off the mask, is it too ugly to see people? Ugly people are crippled, but it's just right."

Yang Qi'an was furious and red-eyed. He chased behind Jiang Rao and reached out to pull Jiang Rao's mask.

She would like to see what this girl looks like when she sees her brother.

Behind her, Yang Xiuzhu was already sullen, "Yang Qi'an!"

Jiang Rao's mask has been pulled by Yang Qi'an and torn off.

Her face was exposed.

Face without makeup, but the size of a slap.

Cinnabar makeup, fair skin, black hair and red lips.

The outline of the face and facial features are slightly set off by the lights, and they are vaguely blurred, as if they were blurred with a paintbrush, sweet and charming.

Yang Qi'an was stunned for a moment.

She heard her elder brother compliment Jiang Rao's talent for guessing puzzles just now, and thought that she... had an ordinary appearance.

no.

Her face became embarrassed, and she took a step back, but Jiang Rao grabbed her wrist.

"What were you talking about just now?" Jiang Rao snapped.

"Crippled?" She squeezed her fingers slightly, "His leg injury will heal, he's not crippled"

When Jiang Rao was a child, he spoke later than others, and when he could speak, he was slow, slower than others.

When he entered the school at the age of four for enlightenment, he was often sent to the second room and the third room.

The two sisters in Li joined forces, mocking her for being dumb and stammering behind her back, saying she was stupid.

When she was a child, she heard it accidentally, and she was so angry that she burst into tears. Later, even if her parents helped her teach her two sisters a lesson, the anger and grievance that those vicious words brought her were still fresh in her memory.

"Sorry." She said coldly.

Yang Qi'an suddenly returned to his senses, and his face darkened when he heard Jiang Rao's words.

Let her apologize to that crippled?

That crippled man doesn't look like a noble son, but looks like a servant.

This kind of person is not worthy of talking to a wealthy family like her, and wants her apology instead?

How can it be?

She pursed her lips and said nothing. Seeing Jiang Rao's heart burning, she gritted her teeth and said again, "Apologize."

The corner of his clothes was pulled from behind.

"I'm fine." The man behind the wheelchair said softly.

The voice is gentle, the tone is neither angry nor annoyed, very light.

Tolerance, patience, and open-mindedness are all included in it. In exchange, it means that you are afraid of causing trouble, "Don't be bad because of me."

The more sensible he was, the more angry Jiang Rao became. His face became a bun, "I have nothing to do with her."

She doesn't take the initiative to commit crimes.

But if someone wanted to bully her, no matter how lightly they slapped her, they would have to change it back if they didn't hurt her.

"There is a talented girl who only has a name, but you have to rely on your brother to guess the charade. You have no sympathy, and your words hurt others. If you were born with two legs less than others, would you be willing to listen to others calling you disabled?"

Jiang Rao looked at Yang Qi'an coldly, "I will never interact with such a girl."

Yang Qi'an clenched his fists angrily, who cares!

The surrounding people gradually gathered around.

"Don't Master Yang really want to have a good relationship with this family from the capital? How can his daughter give him bad things?"

"It's a talented girl, but it turns out that she can't even guess the lottery. What kind of talented girl is she? I didn't expect it, it's a shame."

"My character is not good. Her legs are injured, so pitiful. She said that she is disabled, and her mouth is really poisonous. Who would dare to ask for such a girl."

"Really, I didn't expect her to be so vicious."

Yang Qi'an has always been spoiled and spoiled by Master Yang, and others will always give her enough face when looking at Master Yang's face.

The more flattery she listened to, the more she believed it, and thought she was gifted, intelligent, and morally flawless.

In fact, it is just a small white flower in the warm room, unable to withstand the wind and rain outside.

Hearing the merciless condemnation around him, Yang Qi'an's face immediately froze, and tears were about to fall.

She looked at Yang Xiuzhu pitifully, with tears in her eyes,

Pray: "Brother..."

talk to her...

Yang Xiuzhu's face was calm.

He was deliberate, just to take advantage of the festival to bring Jiang Rao closer.

But after being tossed about by his sister, things were completely screwed up!

At this moment, he was fed up with this seemingly shrewd but actually stupid sister-in-law, with an angry face, he stood up and turned to chase after Jiang Rao, who didn't know when to leave.

Before leaving, he glanced back coldly, "I don't know where I went wrong. If I don't apologize, I will go back to confinement for five days and not go out!"

He did this, in exchange for some pity for his stupid sister.

Although his father doted on his sister, he valued face more. If today's incident spread to his father's ears and let him know that Yang Qi'an had offended Jiang Rao, he would inevitably be punished.

But Yang Qi'an didn't understand her brother's good intentions, so she cried out on the spot with hatred and grievances.

...

Yang Xiuzhu did not catch up with Jiang Rao.

Jiang Rao pushed Rong Ting's wheelchair and walked out of Taoxi Road, getting farther away from the business district and gradually approaching the west of the city.

Although Jiang Rao breathed a sigh of relief, Jiang Rao was a little annoyed when she thought of how Rong Ting wanted to calm down. Her emotions prevailed, and she even dared to reprimand him, "If you are bullied again in the future, don't say anything."

"You have to endure, no one will protect you."

This truth is what Jiang Rao's parents told her when she was bullied by the two sisters in the second and third rooms when she was a child.

After saying this, she felt bitter.

Only before, there is no one to protect him.

The unprotected child, whose teeth were broken, could only swallow it into his stomach with blood.

Poor poor.

She stopped her feet, walked around in front of Rong Ting, squatted down to look at him, and said seriously, "You don't have to bear it, did you hear me?"

Rong Ting lowered his eyes.

He doesn't care that others come to help him, even if his teeth and bones are broken, he will get up by himself despite his life.

He nodded.

The red ghost mask pushed against the top of his jet-black hair, pressing down a shadow on his beautiful face, making it impossible to see the expression on his face.

Nodding lightly, like a well-behaved and obedient child, he put away his fierce nature with sharp fangs.

Jiang Rao was so angry today that she forgot what Rong Ting looked like in her dream.

A few years later, he will be in power over the government and the opposition, and the slightest bit of hatred, the slightest bit of grudge, will be returned tenfold and a hundredfold.

How can a person who is so arrogant and temperamental really endure.

But Jiang Rao thought back at the time when he said "I'm fine with him", which was well-behaved, sensible, and calm.

He didn't do anything wrong, but he was unarmed and in a difficult situation, and all the cats and dogs came to bully him.

Sending him all the way back to the hut in the west of the city, she worriedly instructed, "If someone bullies you in the future, don't bear it anymore. If you want to come to me, you must come to me."

Rong Ting still nodded obediently, and suddenly raised his eyes to look at her, "Next time, when will you come to me?"

It was the first time Jiang Raohuan saw such a look on his face.

How should put it, it's just like the expression on her coquettish little brother's face when he asks for candy.

But better than her brother.

Jiang Rao dared to tease him, as if bewitched by his cute appearance and beautiful skin for a while, and smiled slightly, "What if I don't come?"

Long eyelashes drooped, Rong Ting's face soaked into the shadow under the mask again, "Then..."

He lowered his head with a somewhat lost expression, and then lifted it up firmly, the light of the Kongming lantern flying high in the distance was reflected in his pupils, and he looked bright, "I'll go find you."

After Jiang Rao returned to Jiang Mansion, her heart was shaking.

So cute, so cute, so cute!

How could a vicious and vicious man be so obedient when he was young?

Speaking of the pitiful little appearance when went to find you, it was really like a puppy that was a few months old and was afraid of being abandoned.

I told you to watch it, just want to touch his head.

Her heart was smashed into a ball, lying on the bed, she didn't sleep for a long time.

...

The night is getting darker, and the lights in the business district are dwindling as the crowd dissipates.

But there was a Kongming lantern, and Youyou flew up from the west of the city and flew into the night sky.

The cool moonlight hit Rong Ting's shoulder. He sat in a wheelchair and sat in the yard, watching the Kongming lantern successfully fly into the sky, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

Finally, it worked.

His ten slender fingers, which were reflected in the moonlight, were full of new scars that had just been scratched by bamboo, especially on the pulp of his left hand, which were mottled together.

In the yard, there were a few failed kongming lanterns, pasted paper, and bamboos that were split into long strips, which were replaced with other things for making kongming lanterns.

Rong Ting slowly raised a smile amid the chaos on the ground.

On the Kongming lantern, he only wrote one wish.

He had heard her mother call her small characters, every year.

It's Jiang's surname again.

At that time on the Suzaku Bridge, she begged for the safety of her parents, family and him, but she forgot herself.

The bright Kongming lantern rose up, and on the paper carried by the Kongming lantern to the starry night sky, the pen was sharp, as hard as an iron hook, with only five words, "Jiang Niannian, peace."

He looked up and saw the vast night sky and a little bit of starlight reflected in his deep pupils, which seemed extraordinarily bright.