Chapter 583 Will she be suffocated to death (5300 words)
(PS: There are still two thousand words left, brothers, I will refresh it tomorrow morning...
Xiaorong can't hold on any longer, and his coding status is declining. Well, I want to go to bed first, and get up in the morning to finish coding... Sorry, good brother.)
Inside the dark tomb passage.
A chest murder is about to happen.
Someone suddenly felt that it would be good to be suffocated to death before being beaten to death by Mr. Zhu Da later.
However, the next second, the figure of the man whose head was rushing forward suddenly stopped.
Of course, it didn't crash into the soft marshmallow-like buffer zone, and hit the target accurately and bloody.
A jade hand appeared between him and her in an instant.
Just when they were about to come into contact, they immediately stopped the momentum of "students rushing to the soft rice cafeteria regardless of their own safety".
Mr. Zhu Da put his beautiful hand on the head of the bad student who was charging forward.
She looked at him expressionlessly.
It seems to be saying... Xiao Ziyu, what are you thinking about?
Well, according to Mr. Zhu’s question-writing habits, the word ‘think’ should have two meanings here.
Zhao Rong: "......"
Not long after.
In a somewhat awkward atmosphere, the two of them adjusted back to a safe distance.
"Ahem, thank you."
Zhao Rong lowered his head and straightened his clothes.
This time the distance is farther.
In fact, he felt that it was not entirely his fault. First of all, in this dark and narrow tomb passage, why did Zhu Yourong stop and turn around?
Isn’t this fishing enforcement?
Secondly, the radius of Zhu Yourong's son's cafeteria was simply too large. If it were a normal cafeteria, he would have been able to stop the car in time and not go in.
And if it was Jingzi, Zhao Rong estimated that he could leave an extra step after braking.
Absolutely safe.
Therefore, sometimes a smaller canteen not only saves food and cloth, but also saves time.
However, Zhao Rong was unable to share and popularize this new ideological consciousness with Zhu Yourong at this time.
At the moment, his thoughts have no focus and are scattered aimlessly.
Wherever you think of it.
It had been like this since morning. Throughout the whole day, Zhao Rong was in a daze, wandering from time to time.
Zhu Yourong didn't give him time to explain.
She said directly: "Ziyu, what are you thinking about?"
Zhao Rong shook his head and said seriously: "I really didn't mean it. I didn't know you were going to stop. I'm sorry. I almost bumped into you. I was rude..."
"No." Zhu Yourong couldn't help but interrupt.
She pursed her red lips and looked at him.
How could she be angry that he almost ran into his arms? How could she be angry with him because of such a thing?
"I'm asking you what is going on in your mind right now. When we met this morning, I felt that something was wrong with you today. When we just talked about things, you seemed to have been lost in thought, and you were careless about important things."
Zhu Yourong lowered his head a little.
Although the two have always been close friends, with a tacit understanding and often a good understanding of each other, Zhu Yourong couldn't figure out what Zhao Rong was thinking today.
Even when they were just walking, the two people who used to have a tacit understanding almost bumped into each other, just like a person walking with his left foot stumbling over his right foot.
She raised her head, "Also, you said this morning that it is even more wasteful than using the elixir... What do you mean?"
Zhao Rong tilted his head and reached out to touch the rough and cold tomb wall, "Zhu Yourong, what do you think... why are you alive?"
The woman in Confucian robes blurted out without thinking: "Waste of food, waste of cloth, let me teach you how to do things."
Zhao Rong: "......"
Not that...
I didn't expect that a broad-minded woman would hold such a grudge.
At this time, Zhu Yourong raised his eyebrows and said, "So, you have been thinking about this question? What do you want to live for?"
Zhao Rong heard this and thought about it seriously.
He nodded, then shook his head.
Zhu Yourong said seriously: "The question itself is not a problem, but when you really think about it, you have a problem. And when you have a problem, everything you see, listen to, and think about is problematic, Tzuyu,
I suggest you don’t think about anything now, go home immediately, have a good sleep, or focus on writing, reading, or chatting with sister Lingfei and Qianer, go to bed when you are tired, and when you wake up,
It will be fine."
"When you wake up, you continue to lie to yourself that your current life is interesting and I like it very much, and then continue to hold Qingjun Qian'er and live a happy life of a beautiful wife and concubine?" Zhao Rong smiled.
Zhu Yourong frowned, "Tzuyu, what do you mean?"
"It's nothing, I just feel...a little boring."
Zhu Yourong was a little angry, with a serious look on his face: "Zhao Ziyu, are you saying that the two young ladies who love you so much and take risks for you have made you feel boring? What about Xiaoxiao, is it the same, are you tired of playing? You
Why...why are you like those heartless men who love the new and hate the old?"
She spoke every word.
Zhao Rong had no doubt that if he dared to nod, Zhu Yourong would beat him severely in the next second.
"is not what it means."
Zhao Rong shook his head calmly, "It's not that I think Qingjun and Qian'er are boring, and so do Xiaoxiao. They are both the first-class women in the world. It's just that I feel that life like this now is boring. Because of my selfishness, I am trapped in
I took them in, made them restrained around me, made them lose their spirituality and freedom."
He raised his head and looked directly at the woman in Confucian shirt, and said sincerely:
"They shouldn't be like this. They are excellent women, but because I have become humble and fragile, they have become suspicious and jealous... Yesterday, they even misunderstood you and me and were unreasonably jealous... They
It wasn't like this...it wasn't supposed to be like this."
After talking about it, Zhao Rong turned around, looked at the dark and long tomb passage, and murmured softly.
"Zhao Ziyu."
Zhu Yourong frowned and said bluntly:
"If you feel that the life you are living with them now is not what you want, if you feel that their current appearance and personality are not what you want to see, then go and change them! Go and change this kind of life! Blindly
What’s the point of escaping and perfunctory?”
"You are the head of the family, their beloved husband, and their God. Is there anything that cannot be said frankly? Is there any change that you cannot work hard to make? The thing that can change them most in the world is
You!"
"This life and days are lived by you and your wife together, and you are the man who leads them to live together!"
"How can you break up the gang and leave them to die just because you think your life is boring now?"
The woman in Confucian shirt became angrier as she spoke. She stared at Zhao Rong:
"You look into my eyes, Zhao Ziyu, you look into my eyes...you don't even have the sense of responsibility to try to change their lives and lead them to live a good life, so why are you still marrying them and letting them give their hearts to you?"
Zhu Yourong suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed his sleeve, and said seriously: "This is not the Zhao Ziyu I know!"
"The Zhao Ziyu I know is one who will face difficulties and solve them head-on when encountering them, instead of being intimidated by them."