Chapter 21 He must be in pain, His Highness is sad

The operating room fell silent for a moment.

then

Lu Xing opened his lips and answered her, "No."

Wen Sheng didn't breathe a sigh of relief when she got such an answer, because she had been staring at Lu Xingliang with all her attention, so when this question came up, she swore that Lu Xingliang hesitated, even if it was only At that moment, it still exists.

Someone entered his heart.

What kind of people can do things they can't do?

Wen Sheng said, "Can I ask more, what kind of person does His Highness like?"

Lu Xingliang stood in front of the mechanical platform with an expressionless face: "Miss Wen is joking. With a broken body like me, what qualifications do I have to love someone."

so

It's not that there is none, but don't you want to delay people?

Wen Sheng was a little pissed: "His Royal Highness still has self-knowledge."

"Your Majesty intends to help me and the prince marry." Wen Sheng gritted his teeth secretly and snorted: "If I marry the prince, I may be the future queen, your sister-in-law."

Lu Xing said in a low voice, "Congratulations."

Wen Sheng: "You..."

So sad.

I don't know why, but it's just so sad, my heart is stuffy and breathless, sore and painful.

The pampered eldest raised her head high, as if trying to find a place for herself, saying angrily: "It's the engagement that I want to break with His Highness, His Highness's face is disfigured, and you have lost your divine power, you are not worthy of it. mine."

In fact, when she said it, she regretted it.

But when he fixed his eyes on the young man, he met Lu Xingran's surprisingly calm eyes. The young man nodded indifferently and opened his lips: "I wish Miss Wen a bright future."

"Shu", Wen Sheng's tears fell from both cheeks.

The feeling of not being loved is like a deserter if you win.

At this moment, she knew that her youth had officially come to an end, and from now on, she and the Third Highness would be two people.

...

Jane's garden

Jian Mei stepped on the escalator to get medicine for Aunt Li in the small pharmacy, and was jumping up and down to find some herbs when the wind chime of the courtyard door rang. Jian Mei looked outside through the window and saw a familiar and somewhat unfamiliar person. Figure, isn't that... his brother?

At the door, a black-haired boy with a luggage bag walked in and drank water under the vine.

Jian Mei trotted down the stairs and shouted excitedly, "Brother!"

The person who drank the water froze, turned his head to look at the figure rushing towards the pharmacy, his face gradually became serious, and when Jian Mei was about to approach, Jian Changjia almost choked on the water.

When Jian Mei approached, he met his brother's unbelievable gaze: "Why are you here?"

"Dad brought me here."

"Why didn't he say anything when I called him?" Jian Changjia's face changed. She didn't know what to think, but she became even more chilled. With a low curse, he was about to call Father Jane back.

Jian Mei was a little overwhelmed: "Brother..."

When Jian Changjia turned around completely, he could completely see the obvious scars on the neck of the teenager. Unlike Jian Mei, who was raised by his parents as a white porcelain doll, Jian Changjia, as a brother, was not so lucky. When her parents took Jian Mei to the hospital for treatment, Jian Jiachang, who was at home alone with her nanny, fell down the stairs, leaving scars that spread from her chin to her collarbone. There were very large dark gray traces that spread densely. Terrifying as dead branches.

Jian Changjia made a phone call with her mobile phone and glared at her brother: "It's annoying, don't follow me!"

Jian Mei quickly stopped and stood a few steps away from her brother, standing cautiously.

Not far away, Jian Changjia was on the phone with Jian's father, and there seemed to be some quarrel, probably because he didn't tell him in advance that his younger brother was there and how to get back.

In the courtyard, Jian Mei squatted by the well washing vegetables.

Jian Changjia strode back to the pergola to take her own salute. Before she turned around, she almost bumped into Jian Mei. He paused and scolded: "What are you doing behind me?"

Jian Mei was hit on the nose, he lowered his head to cover his red nose, and then raised the cucumber: "Does brother eat fruit?"

"..."

Jian Changjia didn't take the cucumber, but put down her salute and bent over, and asked hesitantly, "Where did you hit?"

Jian Mei raised his head, his round eyes met his full, because of the distance, he could look at his brother very clearly, his eyes fell on the terrifying scar that was particularly conspicuous, and he paused for a moment.

Jian Changjia's eyes darkened, and she turned her face away to prevent him from seeing: "You deserve it if you bumped into it, who told you to walk without long eyes."

Jian Mei followed him step by step with the cucumber, and said softly: "Brother, are you hungry, the cucumber given by Aunt Li is sweet, and there should be something to eat in the kitchen. I'll go get it for you, okay?"

Jian Changjia was very annoyed: "Fuck, I'm leaving."

When the old man and the young man were entangled here, the old man who was taking a nap in the living room went downstairs. In the end, Jiang was still old and hot, and he obeyed the irritable old man in his uniform in a few words.

Jian Changjia didn't leave, but he added: "Anyway, I don't live in the same house with Jian Mei."

Jian Mei stood beside the small bench, a little aggrieved.

The old man sighed: "If you can't stop, you can't stop. You go to sleep in the room on the second floor, and go to the drawer to get the key to my brother."

"Sure."

"I don't need him, I'll take it myself."

Jian Changjia didn't seem to want to be with her younger brother at all. She carried her backpack and went into the house. The back view was not unrelenting, and Jian Mei sat depressed on the small bench and held her mobile phone. He could never hide his thoughts, but unfortunately There are no friends to share with, so poor Lu Xingliang has become a trash can for his worries. Just talking with a small mouth, Lu Xingliang's information terminal almost exploded.

after a while

Lu Xingliang replied, "Why does he hate you?"

Jian Mei held her chin and replied to Lu Xingliang with a sigh: "My father said, that day I came home from the hospital treatment and slept in the house, my brother came to see me from school, because no one at home told my brother's accident, I Sleeping in a daze, I saw someone with scary scars beside the bed, and I was scared to cry."

When his head was not clear, he should have said something very outrageous.

After that, Jian Changjia treated him like a stranger with hatred and never gave him a good face again.

"I want to apologize to my brother, but he doesn't want to talk to me."

"I don't know how to get along with my brother."

"He seems to hate me."

A series of words were displayed on the information terminal. Lu Xingliang's black eyes were deep and deep, leaning against the cold mechanical table, the young man tapped the table with his slender fingers, but he really didn't care, even if it was Wen Sheng When he mentioned the matter of appearance in front of his face, his heart didn't have the slightest ripples, but when Jane said that she was scared to cry by such a scar, he was inexplicably mindful.

silence for a moment

Lu Xingliang finally asked him, "Do you care about those scars?"

It is always easier for people to open their hearts and tell the truth to strangers they have never met.

Jian Mei held her chin, thought about it carefully, and replied, "I care."

Like a basin of cold water pouring from top to bottom, Lu Xingliang's tapped fingertips stopped, his dark and quiet eyes stared at the short words on the information panel for a moment, his heart seemed to be suddenly struck by a sharp His needle stabbed for a while, and he closed the information panel silently, but he didn't move for a long time, just stood silently in the same place, as if digesting some emotion, more than mind, he even felt the feeling of sadness after a long absence.

It's funny to say, why should you pin your hopes on others? Isn't this what he is teaching Jian Yi?

Why don't you care?

Everyone cares about ugly scars, so why should they ask others to accept them?

Lu Xingxuan's heart gradually cooled down, and a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. When he started to leave the room, the information terminal vibrated again and again.

...

Just watch the last time.

After hesitating for a moment, he still clicked on the message panel, and saw Jian Mei said softly: "Why don't you care, every time I see the scar, I think, he must have been in pain at the time."

"I feel sad every time I think about it." Jian Mei guessed clumsily but seriously: "I feel very distressed."

Lu Xingli stood on the edge of the operating table. The boy's hand holding the case turned white because of the force. Looking at the message sent by the information display, a strange feeling came out of his heart. It was very strange, but Very warm again.

After that incident, too many people looked at him differently, disgusted, pityed, and even blamed him. No one cared about his feelings, no one cared about how much pain he was in. The most important thing around him was slander and ridicule.

It is like a powerful beast who is injured and can only find an unoccupied corner to lick the wound. Its natural enemies are looking for opportunities to kill him, and the followers of his territory only care whether it can become stronger and make use of it. value and role, otherwise they will become abandoned children, divorced and abandoned.

And at this time-

However, a silly and foolish little animal ran in front of him and asked with concern whether its wound hurt.

This feeling

It's quite amazing.