Seventy-third bowl of soup (7)

His mother brought the little girl to Zhong's house and asked him if he wanted a younger sister. Ordinary children might think, but Zhong Lang is not at all. His first reaction was—what he wanted his brothers and sisters to do, the Zhong family belonged to him alone.

So he smiled at his mother: "Rather than try to lie to me, mother should tell me the truth."

The mother's expression was ugly at once, and they couldn't be regarded as close or affectionate. When Zhong Lang learned that this was his half-sister, he nodded and agreed to let her live in-there was no blood from the Zhong family, and the Zhong family would not give her a son. It's like raising a dog and raising a cat. What's the difference?

But what he didn't expect was that this younger sister liked to stick to him. When his father learned that his mother had brought the illegitimate daughter home, he immediately offered to bring his illegitimate child back. In his opinion, this was fair. Everyone was in chaos outside. Fuck, why can you and I can't?

But Zhong Lang let his father interrupt this idea with a word. He said: You can bring it as long as you are not afraid that they will not survive in this home for three days.

He can do what he says.

His father was a total waste, incapable and no brains. He lived in the shadow of his grandfather all his life, but Zhong Lang was different from this waste. He showed an extraordinary IQ at a young age. Maybe Zhong Yue thought it was. Zhong Lang is protecting her, but Zhong Lang is just defending his own interests-the mother's illegitimate daughter and the father's illegitimate child are completely different concepts.

How Zhong Yue grew up, Zhong Lang doesn’t care at all. He has countless classes and countless things to learn every day, but Zhong Yue likes to pester him for a long time, although Zhong Lang doesn’t bother to care about her. , But in the end he also regarded her as his so-called "family"-although he had no concept of the word "family", Zhong Yue always told him in his ear, and he also acquiesced.

So he felt that he was a very competent brother, at least materially he had never owed Zhong Yue, until Zhong Yue was 20 years old when he asked him to destroy a small star. Zhong Lang dismissed doing this kind of thing. He was neither upright nor kind. This is the disdain of the strong to bullying the weak.

But all this became completely unrecognizable when he saw Qinghuan's photos. No matter how he denied it, he had to face his heart honestly-he wanted this girl. This is a completely different feeling from raising a sister. Zhong Lang did not spend as much time on Zhong Yue as the dog he had, but at first glance he wanted to take Qinghuan as his own.

Whatever said to vent his anger to his sister, it was Zhong Yue's own thought, 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 he was destined to love someone so sickly.

He didn't want to pretend to be gentle, and he didn't want Qinghuan to fall in love with an illusion-but what should I do if it doesn't? She would never like the real Zhong Lang, isn't it obvious?

Qing Huan, who found that he had been deceived, immediately broke up, which was simply the fuse that ignited the crazy in Zhong Lang's bones. He locked up such a red national goddess, and used all his strength to make the world forget her. You have to ask him why, and the reason is very simple. I hope that this person belongs only to him, and no one will see, know, or understand. The completeness belongs to him. I can't see the second person in my eyes, and I won't think about it anymore, even his soul is a trace of him.

The result of trying everything to transform her is to make her never like him anymore, and even just want to escape. Zhong Lang couldn't remember how many times she had escaped. He couldn't count the number of times. Later, he didn't even bother to think about why. Although she ran well, he could always find her, catch her, and possess her anyway.

How could she escape the palm of his hand? He kept looking at her a few times, let her play enough outside, and then brought people back to him again. Therefore, when Zhong Lang discovered that Qing Huan had really disappeared, he could imagine how angry he was.

She didn't have the ability to really escape from him, so someone must have helped her unconsciously. But what Zhong Lang did not expect was that it was not someone else who helped Qing Huan escape, it turned out to be Zhong Yue. Although she didn't admit it, and even though Qinghuan didn't know it, Zhong Lang still found it out. He smiled and told Zhong Yue: You better pray that I will bring her back intact.

Otherwise, he won't let Zhong Yue get better if he loses a hair.

A dog you raised suddenly bit you one day. What should you do at this time?

After Zhong Lang said these words, Zhong Yue's face suddenly became ashes. He immediately knew that it was not good, Zhong Yue was definitely not a pure and lovely little angel, and her snack machine was innocuous to him, so he didn't bother to care about her, but the tiger would also take a nap.

This time Qing Huan finally really didn't need to be afraid anymore, and he really couldn't bring her back.

In other words, she cannot be brought back intact.

Zhong Lang has never shed tears in his life. He always plays with people's hearts with ease, and leads his life above everyone else in a violent and unscrupulous manner. He fell in love with a woman, and he loved her in this abnormal and pathological way, treating her pain as fun, until now he lost her.

Zhong Lang likes cleaning, he never let his hands get a drop of blood, but this time he personally cleaned her body, put on her a shroud, dressed her beautifully, and then carried her to the bed.

Even if there is only one skeleton left, he will leave her behind.

Zhong Yue's fate was a million times more miserable than Qing Huan's, and it was only then that Zhong Lang didn't know the ridiculous and stupid thoughts in her heart. She said she liked him, she was just an illegitimate daughter from a humble background. With his sympathy for a while, she had become so rich and prosperous today, but this is how she rewarded him?

Qing Huan must be very afraid of pain, and Zhong Yue would have to hurt even more.

When he opened his eyes and returned to many years ago, the first thing Zhong Lang did was to find Qinghuan, but the news was that there had never been such an actor, and no one had ever known her. At that moment he probably thought that God is not only interested in one person.

He found her and did nothing else, even forgetting that there is still a living Zhongyue in this life.

Now when he saw Zhong Yue, he remembered this person who had disappeared from his memory for decades, and looked an eye-catching, but how he died in his previous life, he would have to die again in this life.

The light from outside the window refracted into the room and spread a piece on the ground, which happened to hide Zhong Lang's dark disturbing eyes, like a beast hibernating in the dark, guarding itself and others.

After Qing Huan combed her hair, Zhong Lang yelled that she was hungry and wanted her to cook. She had always lived by herself. Her parents had divorced and no one cares about her. She was accustomed to being abandoned at relatives' house. Good cooking. When she was cutting vegetables and cooking in the semi-open kitchen, Zhong Lang sat in the chair behind and looked at her, staring at her, as if it would not be enough to watch for a hundred years.

How can it be enough? Don't want the ones you like.

"...Don't always sit there." Qing Huan was burned through by those two sights, "Can you peel a potato for me?"

"of course."

It's a pity that Zhong Lang knows everything, but he can't peel potatoes. And when he was peeling the potatoes, he watched her with one heart and soul, which caused a big hole in his thumb, and blood gurgled out. Qing Huan hurried to find the first aid kit for him to deal with, and if he knew it, he would take care of it. It doesn’t cost so much.

Zhong Lang watched her clean the wound for himself. He didn't feel the pain at all. On the contrary, his heart was sweet. He looked at her white neck that was exposed by lowering his head. He couldn't help lowering his head and kissed him. Qing Huan was so frightened. As soon as he raised his head and knocked on his nose, two tubes of nosebleeds came down in an instant.

Zhong Lang stretched out his hand and wiped it, looking unhappy. He looked at the blood on his hand in disgust, Qing Huan apologized in fright, and he held his shoulder: "Don't talk."

Probably because he had accumulated so much power, Qing Huan immediately closed her mouth, and took a long time to deal with each action.

Peeling a potato to cause such a tragedy is really unexpected.

So the two re-division of labor, Qing Huan continued to cook, and Zhong Lang returned to the chair to continue to look at her. This time she couldn't even pretend to be able to see Ying Ren Qinghuan, even though he looked at it, she assumed that there was no one around her.

But when he was cooking, he still couldn't help thinking: He was not angry.

She thought he would. Once he rarely took her out, a child accidentally bumped him when he passed by them, rubbing the ice cream on Zhong Lang’s suit pants, although he told the child’s parents It doesn't matter, but Qinghuan still feels his coldness.

Zhong Lang doesn't allow others to treat him badly, and no one can hurt him. So just now he caused him to have a nosebleed, and Qinghuan's heart jumped to his throat. She really thought he would be furious, and then he would be like the previous life. Treat yourself like that.

But not.

She mechanized and cut potato shreds, recalling Zhong Lang's way of treating herself and others over and over again. Then she lowered her head and looked at the kitchen knife in her hand. She was awkwardly crooked by an inch, and it happened to cut it. Index finger up.

Heartache.

Zhong Lang saw that she was acting incorrectly and got up and pushed aside the chair and strode over. He saw that her hands were bleeding and her mouth opened was a criticism, but when Qing Huan looked up, his eyes were watery with tears, and he suddenly couldn't say anything. Came out, took her to find the first aid kit, took care of her like she had treated herself just now, then pushed her onto the chair and sat down, went to the cutting board and picked up the kitchen knife and started cutting vegetables awkwardly-obviously his hand was also injured Understand.

For the first time, Qing Huan realized a fact very clearly: Zhong Lang seemed to really like her.