"Did you see it? She is Yang Yuran. She is really embarrassing to our international student community. She actually seduced Li Shuo knowingly."
"Oh my gosh, I've long disliked her. Look at the color of her hair, she thinks she is an anime character. Only stupid men will be deceived by her appearance and think she is innocent."
"That's right, my fiancée caught me raping her at school, how embarrassed am I to put myself in the position of an innocent victim."
The discussion is like the buzzing of flies, which never stops.
Yang Yuran, who was at the center of the topic, covered her face with her hands and cried so hard that she looked as if she was too ashamed to see anyone.
The cold wind in late autumn blew her silver-purple curly hair, and she seemed as weak as if she could be blown down by the cold wind at any time, which made the men onlookers become extremely protective and cast evil looks at He Ningyue.
He Ningyue became more and more annoyed as she stared at him, snorted loudly, and loudly cursed: "You vixen, you still have the nerve to cry when you steal my fiancé. Since you said that Li Shuo declared to the public that he is single, then let him come out and admit it personally."
"Yes, just call Senior Li out. You will know everything after the confrontation."
The women onlookers approached He Ningyue one after another and expressed their support with actions.
However, Yang Yuran seemed weak, but he had a very right idea. He said decisively: "He is busy with his graduation research. Don't let our affairs affect him. If you say it's me who is wrong, think of it as my fault. If you have any anger, you will direct it at me."
Come on, I'll take it."
He was slapped and scolded at will, but instead of comforting He Ningyue, they completely knocked away the last of her good qualities. She reached forward, half-slapping was replaced by a tug, and angrily curses came out of her mouth.
"No wonder Li Shuo makes you so obsessed that you forget your true feelings. You are so scheming. Let me tell you, Li Shuo can only play with you, and he will not be interested in you at all. You should stop pretending to be affectionate in front of me. I won't treat Li Shuo today.
If you shout out, you can go back to China and wait to be kicked out of the Yang family."
"Ah, it hurts!" Yang Yuran cried softly.
Hearing the seductive voice made the men feel more pity for her, and each of them persuaded me: "Forget it, why bother to make it difficult for her alone."
"That's right, if you can't control men yourself, why are you bullying your female compatriots?"
The more people protect you, the more women will hate you if you pretend to be a pitiful little white flower.
"Do you think you can avoid being slapped by covering your face?"
He Ningyue's two companions were relatively straight-tempered. They reached out to grab Yang Yuran's other arm and helped He Ningyue pull her hands off her face.
The face without any makeup was revealed, and a pair of fox eyes were full of tears, filled with sadness and grievance. The men could no longer stand by and watch, and the desire to protect dominated them and acted as protectors. Three people blocked the menacing women, and two
He grabbed Yang Yuran and sent her back to the dormitory.
Yang Yuran couldn't help but tremble and staggered forward, still chanting deeply affectionate words: "I will leave Brother Shuo, I will leave here, I will disappear from his world, and you should not affect his graduation research."
Back in the dormitory, Yang Yuran did not hesitate, packed her luggage, and sent her graduation thesis to her tutor via email.
After completing the departure procedures, I said goodbye to my roommates resolutely and headed to the airport.
Sitting in the departure lounge, she sadly opened WeChat and received more than a dozen messages from Li Shuo trying to persuade her to stay.
She read it carefully one by one, and pressed out the final blessing with her cold fingertips: I hope you can successfully win the Research Outstanding Award, and I hope you will be successful and happy in the future.
He stared blankly at the blessing that represented the end of the conversation for a moment. He tried to calm down and brushed his red and swollen eyes with a tissue. He rejected the other party's video request and blocked all contact information of the other party.
I sniffed my nose, took a deep breath and exhaled heavily, stood up and walked into the boarding gate.
It takes 15 hours to fly back to Hangzhou from Connecticut. Yang Yuran boarded the plane in the evening. Since she spent most of the day crying, it was difficult to be in a good mood to enjoy the cloud scenery outside the window. She leaned on the couch and fell asleep tiredly.
In the dream, she saw Mother Yang's crying face again. Ever since her uncle passed away and her aunt brought her cousin to live with her, Mother Yang had always shed tears.
The dream reappeared ten days ago, when Yang's mother told her via video that Yang's father had filed for divorce.
In fact, from the time the fingerprints appeared on Mother Yang's face, she had already anticipated the outcome of her parents' relationship.
"Mom, come to Connecticut. I have established a study abroad institution here and it is developing quite well. Although I cannot give you a life of luxury and luxury like my father did, I can ensure that we have enough food and clothing."
Yang Yuran tried to persuade Mother Yang many times, but the effect was the same as this time, and it was of no use at all.
Yang's mother categorically rejected her: "Ran Ran, I will not leave the Yang family. Your father relied on your grandpa's company to develop. Last year, your grandpa just got off the ground, and he plans to marry his younger brother and sister this year. He is simply whimsical, I
I won’t let him get his wish.”
Yang Yuran closed her eyes tiredly and patiently advised: "Mom, people can choose how to live, why should they take the most painful path?"
"Ran Ran, I'm not willing to give in. Your dad is not afraid that the second elder of the Yang family will poke his spine and scold him. I still want to be a human being. As long as I live, this couple of adulterers and adulterers will never have an easy time! No need to say anymore, you stay here.
Don’t come back from abroad.”
Yang's mother expressed her decision angrily and hung up the video. The dream that followed was very confusing, interspersed with many memories, including when Yang's father carried her on his shoulders dotingly when she was a child, and her aunt's timid expression when she first moved into her home. At that time, Yang
My mother innocently shared everything she had with her aunt.
When she was 16 years old, she was pushed into the swimming pool by her cousin. The water was so icy that it was difficult to breathe. The fear of death was far less piercing than Yang's father's partial words.
It was so cold. She really wanted to wake up, but two people always grabbed her and dragged her into the abyss from which she could not escape.
Calling for help only caused her to choke on more water. She grabbed a hand in helplessness, and her big hand forcefully pushed away the nightmare that was entangled in her.
When she woke up slowly, a Spanish custom-made suit slipped from her body. She picked it up and felt the remaining warmth on it. For some reason, a strange piece of clothing gave her a huge sense of security.
But whose clothes are they?
She looked up and looked around. Among the 12 first-class seats, she was the only one with passengers in the second row. She vaguely remembered that when she bought the ticket, there was only the last one left.
Surprise flashed past, and he was determined to observe his air companion with whom he had never communicated. The man was lying in the seat that was folded down, and seemed to be sleeping deeply.
The gold-rimmed glasses hung on the bridge of the man's tall nose and he forgot to take them off, and his thick eyelashes cast a faint shadow under his eyes. Just when she cast her gaze, the man seemed to be sensing something, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he was about to wake up.
Yang Yuran hurriedly withdrew his gaze, folded the other person's suit, and placed it next to him. He put on his hat, wrapped his scarf, and left the first-class cabin.
In the upper class circles, provocation beyond one's ability has always been equated with trouble. She has enough troubles, and she should stay away from men who can book an entire first-class cabin.
