Almost trotting all the way, Jiang Zhihao followed her, vaguely feeling cold liquid falling on his hands.
Jiang Zhihao saw tears on Wang Yingjun's beautiful profile.
He sighed slightly. It seemed that women's intuition was much more accurate than his own.
Wang Yingjun didn't dare to come back because she was afraid of disappointing her parents again. He persuaded her to be optimistic. Maybe things were not as bad as she imagined.
Now it seems that the result is much worse than imagined.
Her parents had given birth to a new child, completely erasing the traces she had left.
I haven't come to see you for five years, not because I'm afraid you won't forgive me, but because I've simply forgotten you.
They have a son, why should they care about your daughter who was sold.
Jiang Zhihao turned around and saw that the couple had left the courtyard holding their child.
They were all smiling and didn't notice what was going on here at all. Of course, even if they saw it, they wouldn't care.
In the world of these two people, only the little boy is the most important.
Wang Yingjun stopped after running out of the community, out of this familiar street, and into a street park without many people.
Looking at her slightly trembling shoulders, Jiang Zhihao said: "I'm sorry, I didn't expect..."
Wang Yingjun turned around, her face already filled with tears: "Can I hold you for a while?"
This weak look is her true image.
Jiang Zhihao couldn't find a reason to refuse, so he nodded.
Even in such a sad situation, Wang Yingjun still moved slowly. She hugged Jiang Zhihao, buried her head in his neck, and whimpered like a kitten.
It was a cry that was tried to be suppressed. Jiang Zhihao hesitated for a moment, then picked up his hand and patted her back, saying, "You can cry louder."
This sound was like a heavy hammer, shattering Wang Yingjun's last disguise.
She burst into tears and even hit Jiang Zhihao on the shoulder unconsciously: "Why are they doing this to me? Why!"
After being sold to the Li family by her parents, she finally plucked up the courage to go back, only to find that she had already disappeared from their world.
This feeling of being abandoned by the whole world is absolutely uncomfortable.
Jiang Zhihao didn't know how to comfort this heartbroken woman. Many words of comfort were just dispensable.
If you have not personally experienced such pain, how can you empathize with it?
There is always an insurmountable gap between imagination and reality.
Fortunately, this is a park, and except for a cleaning worker, no one passes by.
The cleaning lady, who was about fifty years old, looked at them for a few times, and then said as she passed by: "Young man, your girlfriend is so beautiful, don't make her angry all the time, look at how angry she is."
If you run away with someone else in a fit of anger, you will regret it!"
Jiang Zhihao didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He could only express with his eyes that you can leave.
After a long time, Wang Yingjun's crying gradually subsided. After a few minutes, she let go of Jiang Zhihao. Looking at the large mark on his shoulder, she choked and said, "I'm sorry for staining your clothes."
"Li Bai once wrote in the Song of Everlasting Regret that the jade face is lonely and full of tears, and the pear blossom brings rain in the spring. He is metaphorizing Yang Guifei, although she is in pain and her expression is sad, she is still as beautiful as a flower. And you are now looking like a pear blossom with rain,
It fits this poem very well." Jiang Zhihao said.
"Although it sounds very cultured, do you think I will be happy if you say this now?" Wang Yingjun asked.