Seventy-third bowl of soup (seven)

His mother brought the little girl to the Zhong family and asked him if he wanted a sister. Ordinary children might think, but Zhong Lang was not at all. His first reaction was - what do you want your brothers and sisters to do, and the Zhong family belonged to him alone.

So he smiled at his mother: "Instead of trying to lie to me, my mother might as well tell me the truth."

The mother's expression was suddenly ugly. They were really not very close and had no feelings. Zhong Lang nodded and agreed to let her move in after learning that this was his half-sister. The Zhong family would not give her a son. Just like raising a dog and having a cat, what's the difference?

But what he didn't expect was that this sister liked to stick to him. When his father learned that his mother brought the illegitimate daughter to his family, he immediately proposed to bring his illegitimate child back. In his opinion, this is fair. Everyone is messing around outside. Why can you and me not?

But Zhong Lang's words interrupted his father's idea. He said: You can take care of him as long as you are not afraid that they will not live in this family for three days.

He can do it if he can say it.

My father is a complete waste, he has no ability and does not have brains, and he lives in the shadow of his grandfather all his life. However, Zhong Lang is different from this waste. He showed extraordinary IQ at a young age. Maybe Zhong Yue thought that this was Zhong Lang protecting her, but Zhong Lang was just protecting his own interests - his mother's illegitimate daughter and his father's illegitimate son. These are completely different concepts.

Zhong Lang didn't care about how Zhong Yue grew up. He had countless classes to teach and countless things to learn every day, but Zhong Yue especially liked to pester him. After being entangled for a long time, although Zhong Lang was too lazy to pay attention to her, he regarded her as his so-called "relatives" - although he had no idea about the word "relatives", Zhong Yue always told him in his ears, and he agreed.

So he felt that he was a very competent brother. At least in terms of material things, he never owed Zhong Yue until he came to him when he was twenty years old to ask him to destroy a little star. Zhong Lang was disdainful of doing such things. He was neither upright nor kind, which was the disdain of the strong for bullying the weak.

But all of this became unrecognizable when he saw Qinghuan's photo. No matter how he denied it, he had to face his heart honestly - he wanted this girl. This was completely different from raising a younger sister. Zhong Lang spent more time on Zhong Yue than he had raised, but he wanted to take Qinghuan for himself at first sight.

What he said was to vent his anger on his sister was all Zhong Yue’s own thoughts. When did he say that? From beginning to end, all he did was to bring Qinghuan to his side.

But he was born in such a family and was destined to be so sickly even if he loves someone.

He didn't want to pretend to be gentle, nor did he want Qinghuan to fall in love with an illusion - but what should I do if I didn't do that? She would definitely not like the real Zhong Lang. Isn't this obvious?

Qinghuan, who found that he was deceived, immediately proposed to break up. This was simply a fuse that ignited Zhong Lang's crazy bones. He locked up such a national goddess who was so red that he was at the peak of his life and used all his strength to make the world forget her. If you ask him why, the reason is very simple. I hope that this person only belongs to him and no one will see, know, or understand. It is completely true that it belongs to him. There is no second person in his eyes, and he will never think about it again. Even the soul is his trace.

The result of trying every means to transform her was that she would never like him again, and even just want to escape. Zhong Lang didn't remember how many times she had escaped. He couldn't count the number of times. Later, he was too lazy to think about why. Even though she ran away, he could always find her, catch her, and possess her.

How could she escape from his palm? He kept watching her for a few times, letting her play outside and bring people back to her. Therefore, when Zhong Lang discovered that Qinghuan was really missing, he could imagine how angry he was.

She had no ability to really escape from him, so someone must have helped her without knowing what to do. But what Zhong Lang could not have thought was that it was not someone else who helped Qinghuan escape, but Zhong Yue. Although she did not admit it, although Qinghuan himself didn't know it, Zhong Lang still found out. He smiled and told Zhong Yue: You'd better pray that I'll bring her back intact.

Otherwise, if a single hair falls out, he will not let Zhong Yue have a good time.

One day, a dog you keep suddenly bite you. What should I do at this time?

After Zhong Lang said this, Zhong Yue's face suddenly turned ashamed. He immediately knew that something was wrong. Zhong Yue was definitely not a innocent and cute little angel. Her tricks seemed harmless to him, so he was too lazy to care about her, but tigers would also take a nap.

This time Qinghuan finally didn't have to be afraid anymore, and he really couldn't take her back.

Or, she can't be brought back to her completeness.

Zhong Lang never shed tears in his life. He always plays with people's hearts with ease, and lives a life that is above everyone else without restraint. He falls in love with a woman, and loves her in this abnormal and pathological way, treating the pain exerted to her as fun, until now he loses her.

Zhong Lang likes to be clean. He never lets his hands get a drop of blood, but this time he personally cleansed her body, put on a mourning shirt, dressed her up beautifully, and then carried her to the bed.

Even if there is only a skeleton left, he will keep her.

Zhong Yue's fate was a million times more miserable than Qinghuan. It was not until this time that Zhong Lang realized the ridiculous and stupid thoughts in her heart. Why did she like him? She was just an illegitimate daughter of a low-born family. With his pity for a while, she had such glory and wealth as she is today, but how did she repay him?

Qinghuan must be afraid of pain, so Zhong Yue will have to hurt even more.

When he opened his eyes and returned many years ago, the first thing Zhong Lang did was to find Qinghuan, but the news he got was that there had never been such an actor, and no one knew her. At that time, he probably thought that God was not only favoring him.

He found her, did nothing else, and even forgot that there was a living Zhong Yue in this life.

Now that he saw Zhong Yue, he remembered this person who had disappeared in his memory for decades. He looked at him annoyingly, but how could he die in his previous life? He would have to die again in his life.

The light outside the window reflected into the room and spread a piece on the ground, which happened to cover up Zhong Lang's black and unsettling eyes, like a beast lying dormant in the dark, protecting oneself and guarding others'.

After Qinghuan combing her hair, Zhong Lang shouted that she was hungry and asked her to cook. She always lived alone. Her parents divorced in the early years and no one cared about her. She was used to being disliked at her relatives' house and had long been alone. Therefore, she practiced good cooking skills. When she was cutting vegetables in the semi-open kitchen, Zhong Lang sat on the chair behind and looked at her, staring at her, as if a hundred years would not be enough.

How could it be enough? Don't want to like it.

"...Don't sit all the time." Qing Huankang was burned through the two gazes, "Can you help me peel a potato?"

"certainly."

Unfortunately, Zhong Lang knew everything, but he couldn't peel potatoes. Moreover, when he was peeling potatoes, he looked at her with all his heart, causing his thumb to break the big hole, and blood flowed out. Qinghuan quickly went to find a first aid kit to deal with him, thinking that he would just take care of it if he knew it, and that would not take so much trouble.

Zhong Lang looked at her cleaning her wounds, but she didn't feel any pain, but her heart felt sweet. He looked at her snow-white neck exposed by her head, and couldn't help but lower her head and kiss her. It scared Qinghuan so much that she raised her head and hit his nose. In an instant, the blood from the nose fell.

Zhong Lang reached out to wipe it, looking unhappy. He looked at the blood on his hands with disgust. Qinghuan was so scared that he apologized repeatedly, and he held his shoulder: "Don't talk."

Perhaps because of his great power, Qinghuan immediately closed his mouth, commanded and moved one by one, and it took a while to finish it.

It is really unexpected to peel a potato and cause such a tragedy.

So the two of them divided the work again, Qinghuan continued to cook, and Zhong Lang returned to the chair to continue looking at her. This time, Qinghuan pretended not to feel it, even though he looked at it, she just pretended that there was no one around.

But when cooking, he still couldn't help but think: he was not angry.

She thought he could. Once he took her out rarely. A child accidentally bumped him when he passed by them and rubbed the ice cream on his hand on Zhong Lang's suit pants. Although he said it was okay to the child's parents, Qinghuan could still feel his coldness.

Zhong Lang did not allow others to treat him badly, and no one could hurt him, so he caused his nose to bleed just now, and Qinghuan's heart was beating in her throat. She really thought he would get angry and then treat herself like she did in her previous life.

But not.

She mechanized and cut potato shreds, recalling the way Zhong Lang used to treat himself and others over and over again. Then she lowered her head and looked at the kitchen knife in her hand. She turned a little inch and happened to cut it on her index finger.

Heart-wrenching pain.

Seeing that her movement was wrong, Zhong Lang stood up and pushed the chair away and strode over. Seeing that her hand was bleeding, she opened her mouth and criticized her. However, when Qinghuan looked up, her eyes were filled with tears. Suddenly he couldn't say anything. He pulled her to find a first aid kit and took care of her like she did to him just now. Then he pressed her to the chair and sat down. He went to the chopping board to pick up the kitchen knife and started cutting vegetables clumsily - his hand was obviously injured.

Qinghuan realized a fact clearly for the first time: Zhong Lang really seemed to like her.
Chapter completed!