On an inconspicuous grassland, sat Yao Xiaojing, who was extremely lost and sad.
Half afternoon time.
Her eyes never left the shattered mobile phone in front of her.
She was so angry that her self-proclaimed endurance was turned into powder by the faint sobs coming from her mother's phone. In her memory, her mother was always so strong and brave, and she never shed a tear in front of her.
When she and her father Yao Zhiyuan divorced, she was deeply and cruelly devastated, and she licked her wounds alone behind the back of her relatives.
But today.
But when her mother received her greeting call, she couldn't help but choked up.
She said: Mom, I'm sorry for you, Xiaojing.
She said: I don’t want to have anything to do with that person anymore.
Yao Xiaojing became anxious and asked the reason in a straight voice.
My mother didn't answer for a long time, but the sound of sobs that had been suppressed for a long time and finally unbearable came from the phone.
Huang Yixin...
Is she giving you a hard time?
And Yao Zhiyuan...
Is there still him... They are trying to embarrass you... Mom... you speak! Mom... I will go back to Beijing right away...
Yao Xiaojing was frightened by her mother's crying. She didn't know what kind of comfort would be the most effective.
After a long time, Chi Yuyan said on the phone: "Xiaojing, you must be well. All my mother's hopes are on you... You must not let your mother be disappointed and painful again..."
"Okay...Mom. As long as you don't cry, I'll do whatever you ask me to do." What she said was true.
After hanging up the phone, Yao Xiaojing frantically called Yang Wenjun. Unable to get through, she called the secretariat and shouted at the top of her voice: "I'm Yao Xiaojing, I'm looking for Yao Zhiyuan!"
How can a well-informed secretary dare to speak nonsense?
I can only prevaricate: "The chief of staff is in a meeting, please call back later!"
"Then I'll find Yang Wenjun... If you don't call me, you'll be responsible for the consequences!" she roared.
The secretaries couldn't offend the angry Yao Xiaojing, so they finally called Yang Wenjun.
"Xiao Jing..."
"Uncle Yang... What's going on... What's going on with Yao Zhiyuan... Just forget it if he goes back on his word. Why did you let that shameless woman Huang Yixin go find my mother... He still has
He has no conscience...what does he want to do!"
"Xiaojing...don't get excited yet..."
"Can I not be excited? If I don't get excited, I won't be a human being... I hate them so much... I hate them so much..." Yang Wenjun heard the little lion with fried hair yelling in anger and grievance over there.
There was a hint of unbearability in his eyes...
"I'll tell the chief of staff and ask him to call you, okay..."
"I don't want to talk to this kind of person... He can be friendly with whoever he wants to be... As long as he doesn't disturb my life and my mother's life anymore... Uncle Yang, tell him that I hate him...
I don’t want to have a father like him again in this life.”
"Xiao Jing..." Listening to the beep coming from the phone, Yang Wenjun's expression became sad, he sighed heavily and slowly put down the phone.
As a secretary, there seems to be only so much he can do.
When her anger reached its peak, Yao Xiaojing threw her phone regardless.
Sitting blankly and heartbroken, her heart was filled with sadness and sorrow, and her mother's sobs that she tried to hold back seemed to echo over and over again in her ears.
Previously, she had had a glimmer of hope that Yao Zhiyuan would sincerely repent and want to get back together with his mother. But now, she no longer dares to believe what the bad guys say.
Huang Yixin is a bad person.
Yao Zhiyuan is even more of a bad guy...
They banded together to bully their mother...a divorced female soldier who had no relatives in Beijing.
them....
It's so shameless...
What are you relying on...it's just her and her mother's silence and tolerance? Isn't it okay not to contact them and stay away from bad people like them?
With sore eyes, she hugged her knees like a helpless child and buried her face deeply between her knees.
She missed Chen Mufeng especially, missed his warm and generous embrace, missed his helpless smile when he called her Xiaojing, and missed the feeling of peace and happiness in him that made her...
At this moment, she missed him so much...
Mu Feng...
Can you hear me calling you?
My heart hurts... it hurts...
Can you hug me...so that I don't feel lonely and helpless anymore...
Mu Feng...
respond to her.
There is only the cold wind blowing in the late autumn evening in Changsha.
Dragging her exhausted legs, Yao Xiaojing walked towards the dormitory building with her shoulders in her arms. She was unable to change the reality, so she could only strengthen herself so that her mother would no longer be sad because of her.
Looking from a distance, the lights in bedroom 513 have been turned on, and the laughter of young girls can still be faintly heard in the corridor.
What a wonderful autumn night, warm atmosphere, and pure campus, but she suddenly felt very strange and far away. Her body could not help but feel cold. She tightened her arms and slowly walked towards the dormitory building.
The old aunt who was the dormitory manager didn't know who she was talking to, but the folds on her face miraculously smoothed out... She showed her teeth and smiled heartily, and occasionally glanced at the female students passing by with her sharp eyes.
.
Yao Xiaojing lowered her head, walked around the obstructing table, and walked inside.
"Yao Xiaojing..." Suddenly a familiar call sounded from behind.
Yao Xiaojing turned around and found a tall and handsome figure standing at the door of the dormitory room.
Was he calling her?
In the dimly lit corridor and the complicated emotions, she couldn't recognize who was coming for a moment. When he spoke again and took two steps towards her, Yao Xiaojing was surprised to find that the person was actually the new campus idol teacher.
------Qin Zhelang.
"Yao Xiaojing...I am Qin Zhelang!" he emphasized again.