Chapter Eleven Mary Sue

Xu Jue spent a long time looking for a parking space in the hospital's parking lot.

Waiting outside the emergency room was the bodyguard who accompanied Xu Li from childhood to adulthood.

Xu Li was weak when he was picked up from the orphanage by Xu's parents, and with the shadow of the lost child, Xu Li lived a life with bodyguards early on.

Xu Jue sat on the lounge chair in the waiting area, pinched his eyebrows and asked, "What's going on?"

Yuan Zhenhong replied earnestly, "The madam made almond cake, and the young master is allergic to almonds."

Xu Jue became even more tired, "How many times do I have to say this, it's meaningless to force myself to do this."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the emergency room opened, and Xu Li was pushed out by doctors and nurses and transferred to a single ward.

He looked sullen, his face was pale and he was recovering from a serious illness, but he still struggled to smile when he saw Xu Jue, "Brother, why are you here, I'm fine, don't worry."

Xu Jue walked over and sat on the edge of the hospital bed, holding his hand gently, "Xiao Li, I don't want to see this kind of thing again, you don't need to live for her, it's because she can't let go of it herself. It is necessary to put you in, you don't feel bad for yourself, I do."

Xu Lihui held his hand, with shaky tears in his eyes, "Brother... I knew that you hurt me the most."

Xu Jue stared at his tearful eyes, but his thoughts drifted away for some reason. He remembered that Ye Rong had hardly ever shed tears in front of him in his memory, and even the expression of grievance was seldom shown, like a tree that could not be pulled away. The inexhaustible weeds, not the weak dodder flowers like Xu Li.

He also realized in an instant that the similarities between the two of them were extremely limited, except that Xu Li's brows and eyes were as clear and clean as Ye Rong's, he couldn't tell what exactly they were alike.

But he didn't drift away for a long time, and he quickly came back to his senses, and his palms touched Xu Li's face, showing the kindness he had never been to Ye Rong, "You are a gift from God, that home is not mine for a long time. My home, not you, I don't even know how long I will stay in the abyss."

Xu Li rubbed his palm, tears rolling from the corners of his eyes.

However, Xu Jue's phone call came at a very untimely time. It hung up and rang again, like a reminder.

He finally picked it up impatiently, and Zhang Shaohui sounded over there with a crying voice in a panic.

Xu Jue went from irritable to dignified at the beginning, with a deep fold between his brows, he hated that iron was not steel and said: "What's the matter with you messing with that Hades to come to me... Ye Rong? What's the matter with Ye Rong? ?"

I don't know what was said over there, but Xu Li only saw Xu Jue's face change instantly, he let go of his hand and stood up abruptly, suppressing his terrifying anger, "When did I let you touch him?!"

He clenched his fists, and said harshly and cruelly, "Since it was your own misfortune, then you should wait to die slowly."

He cut off the phone decisively, frowning deeply thoughtfully.

Before Xu Li could interrupt, Xu Jue instructed Yuan Zhenhong, who had been standing beside him, "Take good care of Xiao Li."

He turned his head and dropped a warm kiss on Xu Li's forehead, and said softly, "I have to go if I have something to do. If you miss me, call me and be on call 24 hours a day."

Xu Li didn't ask any further questions, and nodded obediently.

Xu Jue left in a hurry without hesitation, but Xu Li stared blankly in the direction he left.

And the tear stains on his face were wiped off little by little with a warm towel by Yuan Zhenhong who said nothing.

"Twenty minutes." Yuan Zhenhong glanced at his watch and reported a number as if he was used to it, "Eldest young master only has twenty minutes left this time."

Xu Li's eyes gradually dimmed, and he muttered to himself, "Brother Zhenhong, do you think he knows...he has changed."

Although Ye Rong had asked for leave early in the morning, but due to some force majeure, he kept lingering until the afternoon. When he was about to get home, he looked at the time and guessed that Ye Sheng might have already made dinner.

As soon as he got downstairs, Ye Rong seemed to smell the aroma of stewed beef brisket with potatoes, mixed with the smell of paint that lingered after renovation for a long time.

The corridor lights in the old community had been broken for a while, and no one responded to the property calls. Ye Rong took out his mobile phone in the dark.

The flash of light caused him to narrow his eyes slightly, and without any preparation, he turned on the flashlight and snapped out a large living person in the dark. Ye Rong suddenly widened his eyes when he was so frightened that he lost his voice.

Ye Rong hurriedly took two steps back, slowly stood still, took a closer look, and hesitantly called out the name of a person who could never be here, "Xu Jue?"

Xu Jue raised his hand to block the strong light, but asked a meaningless question, "Why did you come back so late?"

Ye Rong frowned, didn't answer him, just lowered the phone and avoided him to go upstairs.

However, Xu Jue didn't seem to see that he didn't want to talk, so he stepped forward and grabbed his arm, "Ye Rong, Zhang Shaohui's matter has nothing to do with me."

In fact, Xu Jue didn't know why he rushed over to explain when his mind was hot. He even thought of a complete set of arguments to prove his innocence.

But he didn't expect Ye Rong to be completely uninterested in listening to his defense, so he responded very casually and asked, "Is there anything else?"

Xu Jue was stunned for a moment, then squeezed his arm even more forcefully, and squeezed out almost word by word, "I never thought of harming you."

Ye Rong sighed deeply, opened his fingers a little bit, and said something merciless, "Xu Jue, I never believe that you don't know anything about these things, you just think that their bullying to me is a small blow. Small trouble, just scolding, no matter how big it is, it’s just a beating, it’s just some skin injuries that are not worth mentioning.”

"But the knife didn't fall on you, how would you know it hurts? I used to be mean, but now I don't want to be mean anymore, I'm tired... Forget it, you won't understand it, this time I Make it clear, as you wish, we will make a clean break, and if we want to break it, we will break it completely, you go, don't meet again."

Xu Jue wanted to say something, moved his lips, but felt that whatever he said would be superfluous.

Years of upbringing did not allow him to do anything more rude. He silently let go of his hand, stood under the steps and looked up at Ye Rong, his heart was churning with emotions that he himself did not understand. But nothing was caught.

Ye Rong didn't look at him anymore, left him with no nostalgia, and took advantage of the light to go upstairs.

When he got home, Ye Sheng hid the door early, and Ye Rong opened the door and went in. There were already four dishes on the table. He smelled the kitchen, and it seemed that he was making the last fish soup.

Wearing an apron, Ye Sheng leaned out of the kitchen and pointed at the small coffee table under the TV with a wooden handle, "I bought you a box of cherries, washed them and put them there, and you can eat them. dinner's ready."

Ye Rong walked over and squeezed two of them and put them in his mouth, humming: "It's our Xiaosheng who knows best about your brother and me, Shun."

Ye Sheng turned around and went back to cook the soup, while Ye Rong went to his bedroom to pack up some seasonal clothes that he often wore and planned to take them with him in a few days, just in case the weather changed and he didn't have any clothes to change.

After cleaning up, he collapsed on the bed with a big font and was paralyzed. His mind was in a mess. He had to find a way to deal with those burdened and useless memories and emotions.

After a few leisurely walks with his eyes open at the wall watch, he got out of bed and pulled out a drawer to find a new glass jar and a red glass bead.

The red beads are bright in color, as if blood has coagulated inside, and they look heavy.

Ye Rong thought about Xu Jue's face, and threw the bead into the jar with a crisp ding dong.

Ye Sheng just called him to eat outside.

The two sat down together, took a few mouthfuls of rice attentively, and said at the same time in tacit understanding, "You..."

Ye Rong respects the old and loves the young and asks Ye Sheng to explain, "You talk first."

Ye Sheng directly took out the stack of photos from his pocket and put it in front of Ye Rong, as if he couldn't see the contents, he said solemnly: "Zhang Shaoxu put it in my desk, they should still have the negatives, they have to Find a way to get it back."

Ye Rong had no expression on his face. He slowly spread out the photos like playing poker, and took out the largest photo that almost showed his whole body. He raised his eyes and asked, "Are you hurting people because of these things?"

Ye Sheng pursed his lips tightly and didn't answer.

Ye Rongyou sighed, gestured and touched herself, and muttered sadly, "Why do I look at me without such a slender waist, this peach... tsk tsk is not normal..."

Ye Sheng, who suddenly felt that his IQ was insulted, snatched a photo and looked at it carefully, Ye Rong was still there, thinking, "I'm 1.8 meters tall, how can I be so petite!"

Ye Sheng calmed down completely at this moment, and was finally able to think from an objective point of view. If the person in the photo looked carefully, he could actually see that it was indeed not Ye Rong.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly relaxed his tense shoulders. He didn't feel any regret at all. Instead, he was glad from the bottom of his heart because the person in the photo was not Ye Rong.

He knew that when it came to Ye Rong, he would never be like himself and could not be calm and restrained.

Ye Sheng put away those photos as if nothing had happened, and threw them into the trash can decisively.

Ye Rong looked at him with his cheeks raised, and said with a funny smile, "Next time, you can't be so impulsive. You have to look back and thank Mr. Fu. It's not that he will never end this matter."

When he mentioned Fu Wenyuan and Ye Sheng, he couldn't help frowning, "Ye Rong, I read your so-called contract, do you think it's reasonable? Why did he give you so much money, there's no such thing as a pie in the sky, Don't be sold and count the money for others!"

Ye Rong bit his chopsticks and also showed a confused look, "I thought about it for a long time and found that I have no value in being used by others. If I were a girl, I might be worried that he would be jealous of me, but I... give it away for nothing. No one will want it.”

The more Ye Rong thought about it, the more ridiculous it became, and he laughed, "Do you really think I'm a sweet tooth and everyone wants to take a bite? Why don't you write Mary Sue's novel here?"

He put a piece of beef into his mouth and chewed it, and said inscrutable: "You don't understand, these days, even Mary Sue has to be logical."

[The author has something to say: Happy New Year everyone! ! ! Happy new year, everything goes well!

Thank you all for your tickets~ and the cute dgu who gave out red envelopes, it really cost a lot of money]