132 Do unto others as you would have them do unto you
132 From now on, don’t do to others what you don’t want others to do to you, and we won’t have any contact with each other forever!
When Match said this, he was neither angry nor arrogant, but his mouth was full of instant noodles.
Yang Yibin covered his hands with a cold towel, feeling numb at the corners of his mouth.
Match didn't even look at him, just eating instant noodles.
Yibin sighed and looked at each other speechless. He really didn't know how he should view his relationship with Match. He was a friend of friends and above, but not a lover.
He was said to be a friend, but he was closer than an ordinary friend. He was said to be a lover, but he was not as attracted to Match as he was to Xiaobu.
Match quickly finished her instant noodles and drank the soup together. She took out five yuan from her pocket and put it on the table, pushed Yang Yibin away, and strode out.
It was already two o'clock in the night, and she had to sleep on the street today. The night wind blew very cold, and she hugged her body tightly. It was pitch dark ahead, and there was no light to guide her, so she had no choice but to walk in the dark.
Yibin quickly followed her and grabbed her arm, "It's so late, don't walk around, just go to my car and sleep."
Match didn't want to talk nonsense to him, so he waved his hand and said, "Let go."
"Don't let go!" Yibin became fierce with her.
Match rolled his eyes at him and said harshly, "Second young master, if you don't go back so late, the master, the eldest young master, and your sister-in-law will all be worried about you. Maybe they will think that I kidnapped you and bought you."
Selling white powder, my mother was caught taking drugs and sent to jail. Maybe I will also be imprisoned for a few days. It will do you no good to follow me."
Yang Yibin smiled faintly and said, "Although you talk about how bad your stepmother is, when something happens, you still care about her very much."
Match's eyes were looking into the distance. She did not deny this. Apart from Aqin, she had no relatives.
Yibin took Match's hand and kneaded it tenderly. Match clenched his fist tightly to stop his fingers from moving. Yibin smiled crookedly and said, "Haha, are you pulling me?"
Match said angrily, "Who pulled you? It was you who pulled me." As she said this, she looked shy.
Yibin pulled her into his arms with a strong pull, "Let's go to the car, it's very cold outside, you will catch a cold."
"No, I don't want your sympathy!"
Suddenly, Yibin yelled, "Who sympathizes with you! Your mother brought it upon herself. She will be arrested sooner or later. I really don't want anything to happen to you. Let's go and get in the car!"
Match was a little stunned, this man who was always gentle and gentle also had a fiery side.
She was pulled into the car by Yibin again. Yibin did not start the engine, but turned on the radio. Some soft music was playing on the midnight radio station, which sounded very comfortable.
Yibin said, "I will not sympathize with you or pity you, because I am not as lucky as you think. The fact is that I am just an illegitimate son of the Yang family."
What? Match looked at him in astonishment.
"Compared to you, I have more family members. Yes, in terms of number of people, I am luckier than you. We also have a stepmother. Your stepmother just wanted to sell you, but she didn't succeed. In the end,
You two still live together, but my stepmother only wanted to kill me, but I was lucky enough to escape."
Match really didn't know this, and she was doubly surprised when she heard him talk about it with her own ears.
"You know, my mother was just a foot-washing girl. It was my father who forced her away when he was sad and drunk. But my father didn't want to take responsibility. He didn't take me back until my mother passed away when I was sixteen.
Yang family." Looking back on the past, it was another ordeal for Yibin, "I have been ridiculed and ostracized for sixteen years. I thought things would get better after having a father. However, having a father made things worse.
It would be even worse without my father."
Match asked in a low voice, "What?"
"My stepmother... is a thousand times more vicious than your stepmother." Yibin paused, then turned to look at the dark night outside the car window, "Although she is no longer here, she died miserably, you know..."
"Well, I know, it's the old lady."
"You would never think that she once stepped on my back and yelled that I was a bastard. Because of her, I didn't dare to say a word. I wanted to escape from the Yang family. Fortunately, I escaped for five years, otherwise
He died in her hands a long time ago. So, you have nothing to sympathize with, you just followed an unsatisfactory stepmother who has no money."
Match asked, "So what, I was still used stupidly by you."
Yibin turned to face her, lowered his head and admitted, "Yes, I apologize to you for this. Sincerely, I hope we can still be friends."
"Oh, you mean, you want me to cooperate with you again to deceive your family?" Match shook his head, "You are using me, and I will help you again? If you were me, would you help again?"
"No, I can explain to my family that you don't need to force yourself or leave the ranch."
"I don't want to see you Yang Yibin, do you understand?" Match asked loudly, "When I see you every day, I feel the same way as you do when I see Xiao Bu every day. Don't you know?"
He was startled for a moment, these words hit his heart hard. Yes, he knew well that he couldn't love but couldn't help but fell deeply in love, knew that he couldn't get it but gave willingly. He knew the feeling of secret love all too well.
He only now understands such a simple truth: don’t do to others what you don’t want others to do to you.
"Then I am willing to really date you?" Yibin said suddenly. At that moment, there was only one thought in his mind.
Match smiled disdainfully, "Why bother? If you don't like me, how can you force yourself? So what if you date me, aren't you deceiving me?"
"I like..." You couldn't say the words.
Match expected, "What?"
Yibin wanted to say something, but it was like a stone was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't make any sound. Looking at Match's doubtful eyes, he leaned over and kissed her lips.
Match's eyes widened and he put his hands on his chest and pushed hard.
Yibin clasped her back with both hands, clamping her hands tightly between the two of them. In the confusion, Yibin's kiss became stronger and stronger. He didn't know whether it was because of Match's resistance or what, he just didn't want to let go.
open.
Match has always been eager to have closer contact with him, but when he did come into contact, the taste was extremely bitter, and she would rather not have it.
Tears fell from her eyes, and Yibin felt a wetness on her face. He gently let her go, and through the faint street light, he saw the tears shining slightly on her face, and she cried.
"I'm sorry, I was too impulsive..." Yibin had a lot to say, but his inexpressive personality made him speechless.
Match didn't want to cry, but the tears flowed endlessly, and she couldn't stop them even if she wanted to. In her impression, except for her father's death, she had never had the urge to cry.