Met You in the Most Beautiful Years 【28】I'm Different from You
"Who told you that I was raising a woman outside?"
Ye Hehuan looked back at his secretive gaze with a stubborn expression: "That's what everyone else said anyway!"
"Who are the others?!"
"..."
"I'm asking you, talk!"
Ye Hehuan gradually calmed down under his tougher questions and suppressed the anxiety surging in her body. When she faced Yu Zhongxiao's eyes that were full of compulsion, she was startled, but she couldn't move no matter what.
Without looking away, he dug the fabric of his jeans tightly with his fingers.
Like a little animal that was forced into a desperate situation, after being speechless, the whole person drooped his eyelashes, feeling extremely aggrieved, and his heart sank.
Yu Zhongxiao looked at her expression of whether to cry or not, and realized that his tone was too harsh, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.
As for why Ye Hehuan accused him of raising a woman outside...
After Yu Zhongxiao thought about it for a moment, he realized that perhaps when he was arguing with Han Jingqiu, some of his words were overheard by her who happened to be standing at the door.
Ye Hehuan lowered his head and said no more, biting his lower lip and feeling a sore nose.
At some point on the basketball court, only the two people sitting on the edge were left.
"You are still young, so you shouldn't worry about matters between adults." Yu Zhongxiao left directly without getting angry. He took out a cigarette from his coat pocket, lit it, and took a deep breath. His deep voice could be heard in the entangled white tobacco.
Nice voice: "The college entrance examination will be in a few months. Study hard and try to get into a good university."
"There is no such thing as the college entrance examination in Canada." Ye Hehuan's depressed words caused Yu Zhongxiao to stop holding his cigarette and glance sideways at her.
"Also," she raised her head and looked directly at him: "I have grown up, and I understand everything you said."
Her little face was reflected in the orange light of a street lamp nearby. She sat sideways facing him, her brows slightly furrowed, and her eyes revealed that she strongly disagreed with what he said, "You're still young."
Moreover, the back is straight and the hands are placed on the legs. It seems that this can make you feel more confident.
"Then what do you know?" he suddenly asked her.
Ye Hehuan was stunned by his question, his eyelashes flickered twice, and he stared at the flickering sparks of the cigarette butt between his fingers.
Yu Zhongxiao flicked the ashes of his cigarette and said in a calm voice: "Regardless of whether there is a college entrance examination or not, don't waste your time studying when you should be studying, and don't go to places you shouldn't go."
"Don't you often go to places you shouldn't go?" she retorted.
Yu Zhongxiao looked over and she immediately shut up. He looked away and said, "I'm different from you. I'm not messing around anyway."
"Then why do you think I'm fooling you?"
Ye Hehuan gets a little annoyed just thinking about being controlled by others: "When I said you were raising a woman outside, you gave me a bad look. Now that you say that to me, I also have a temper."
Yu Zhongxiao raised his eyes and looked at her angrily. After a while, he lowered his head and laughed.
"why are you laughing?"
Ye Hehuan felt that his smile was meaningful, and his ears felt hot. He was embarrassed and ashamed, and asked: "What's so funny?"
The smile on Yu Zhongxiao's lips faded: "It's not funny."
He stood up and turned to look at Ye Hehuan who was still sitting there: "Get up and take you back to Han's house."
…
Before getting in the car, Yu Zhongxiao noticed the bag held in Ye Hehuan's arms. In the end, she didn't throw away any of those things.
"Littering is so unethical. I will throw it away when I take it back." She said, giving him a sideways glance, and got into the car.
Through the car window, Yu Zhongxiao looked at the blurry figure. Before he even asked, he was already scolded by her, and he was sure to retaliate.
It only takes two minutes to walk from the basketball court to Han's house, let alone drive.
The car stalled, and Ye Hehuan was not in a hurry to get out. He turned around and asked the man next to him: "Uncle, are you going back to Binjiang Garden to sleep tonight?"
Yu Zhongxiao glanced at her and said, "My friend lives in that house now, so it's not convenient for me to stay there at night."
friend?
"Which friend? Is it the aunt I saw in the bar that night?" She humbly asked for advice and even called her "aunt".
Yu Zhongxiao's gaze fell on her face. For a moment, he couldn't understand the content. He didn't answer her question, but issued an expulsion order: "Get off the car."
Ye Hehuan opened his mouth and wanted to speak——
"get off."
Looking at his inhuman profile, Ye Hehuan pursed his lips, got out of the car with a large bag of things, and deliberately closed the car door very hard.
When she reached the door of her house, she suddenly turned back and saw that the Wrangler had already driven away.
…
Ye Hehuan entered the house, went upstairs to the room, looked down at the bag of 'garbage', finally opened the closet, put the bag at the bottom and covered it with a few pieces of clothing.
As for the Peninsula iron box, because she liked it, she took it out separately and put it in her bag.
After taking her pajamas, Ye Hehuan went to the bathroom to wash up.
As soon as she walked out of the room, Han Jingqiu happened to open the door and come out, making a phone call: "Well... I'm just going down. I won't drive anymore. I'll take your car."
At this moment, Han Jingqiu had specially dressed up and disappeared from the shadow of the fierce and embarrassed figure in the evening.
Wearing a black A-line skirt with thin vertical stripes, a milky white turtleneck sweater, and a khaki windbreaker, her long hair was permed into slightly curls, and her face with make-up was so white and tender that it seemed like she could squeeze water out of her hands.
He carried a small backpack and looked like he was going on a long trip.
Ye Hehuan frowned subconsciously when he saw her dressing up so late at night, especially when she heard Han Jingqiu's coquettish tone.
"The Maldives is ruined...can't you be more creative?"
Han Jingqiu paused and looked towards Ye Hehuan. When she saw her, her smile disappeared immediately. She was not as intimate as before when talking on the phone and hurried downstairs.
Based on Ye Hehuan's intuition, the person on the phone with Han Jingqiu must be a man.
But this man would not be her uncle.
How could a man who was going back to Yunnan to work and had such a serious personality think of such a romantic holy land as the Maldives?
…
Walk to the end of the corridor on the second floor, open the window, and face the main door of the Han family.
On the roadside, a silver-white Regal was parked.
After a while, Han Jingqiu opened the door and went out. The driver's door opened and a man walked out, wearing a gray and white casual suit.
Even in dim light, Ye Hehuan could accurately detect the difference between this man and Yu Zhongxiao. They were worlds apart.
The height is different, the body shape is different, the hairstyle is different, and he looks several years younger than her serious uncle. Anyway, they are two completely independent individuals.
The most important thing is...this man's smile is a bit girly.
The two of them stood beside each other for a while. The man opened the passenger door and Han Jingqiu got in. After a while, the car disappeared into the dark night.
Ye Hehuan stared at the direction the car was leaving, and her mood suddenly became anxious again.
She didn't know how she came back to the room after taking a shower. Her long hair was not dried yet and was draped wetly on her shoulders. She sat cross-legged on the bed and kept staring at a certain corner, like an old monk in meditation for a long time.
After that, she took her mobile phone and dialed Yan Yu's number.
What never changes in the receiver is the busy tone.
In the past two days, his mobile phone has been turned off.
She inserted her fingers into her hair and scratched. Ye Hehuan felt her unstable emotions. She opened her address book and found a number to call.
The phone rang for a long time and was finally answered. The person on the other end spoke in beautiful English: "Julie?"
Ye Hehuan relaxed when he heard her voice, but did not respond.
"Hello?" the other party said tentatively.
"..."
"Is it you, Julie?"
Ye Hehuan took a deep breath and whispered into the microphone in fluent English: "Morse, my mood seems to be unstable again."
"It's okay, honey, are you at home now? How about coming to my psychological counseling center?"
"I'm in the country now."
Morse asked: "Can you tell me why you are suddenly anxious?"
"My aunt and uncle seem to have sex."
"..."
Morse is a well-known psychiatrist in Vancouver, and he was the one who contacted Ye Zanwen after Ye Hehuan went abroad. Ye Zanwen always thought that she, like her mother, would hurt Yin Lian so much because she inherited some kind of 'psychosis', so it didn't matter whether she wanted to or not.
If she is willing, a psychiatrist will come to her home for counseling in two weeks.
Once, Ye Hehuan, who did not cooperate with treatment, once destroyed his apartment in Vancouver to the point where he had no foothold.
"Okay, Julie, I understand. As for your aunt and uncle's marriage, they will have their own way of handling it..."
After listening to Morse's talk for more than half an hour, Ye Hehuan's mood gradually calmed down.
"Baby, go to bed now." Morsen said softly on the other end of the phone.
"Um."
Ye Hehuan was lying on the bed, but not much sleepy. He opened the quilt, took out the small peninsula iron box from his bag, and then got on the bed again.
"This should be better..." She muttered to herself, hugging the cool iron box, huddled in the quilt and closed her eyes.
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ps: Strictly speaking, Huanhuan is not a deep-seated person, but he occasionally loses control of his emotions, especially when he encounters things like *, which may be the psychological shadow left by him a few years ago.
The author took the mobile red flag from Yan Yu's hand and stuffed it into his second brother's arms solemnly: "I'll be counting on you from now on! Don't let down the high expectations of the aunts."
