In the low, dark room, which was mixed with the smell of bad fat, perfume, powder and other strange smells, a girl sitting on the floor and a boy standing upright looked at each other.
The feeling of being overlooked even though I was standing appeared again.
Liu Lang couldn't help but straighten his body even more, staring at the girl's eyes and refusing to move away even a moment.
The maid on the side couldn't help biting her lower lip nervously.
She remembered that her wife once said that things can only last three times.
It's already three days since the man came to my lady on Saturday to cause trouble. So, madam, what will happen?
"Ms. Cheng, I understand what you mean. They are dull and cannot understand and refuse to understand you, so..." Qin Langjun said.
Before he finished speaking, Cheng Jiaoniang looked at him and interrupted him.
"But he is still your friend, isn't he?" she asked.
Qin Langjun looked at her, was slightly stunned, and then smiled.
"He is at fault, you know, but you will not blame him, but only help him." Cheng Jiaoniang continued, "You have been helping him, whether it is sharing a drink after drinking, or you are consoling him at this time."
It is true that sympathy relieves worries and resentment, but it has to be said that doing so can ease the opposition between the two.
Qin Langjun nodded with a smile.
"Yes, Madam is an understanding person." He said, sighing softly, "Ms. Cheng, I want you to give him a chance. He really knows that he is wrong, but he doesn't know what to do."
"You are so kind to him." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
"It's rare to have a friend in life, especially someone like me." Qin Langjun stretched out his hand to scan himself and laughed.
Cheng Jiaoniang looked at him.
"I can heal your leg," she said suddenly.
The people in the room were stunned, Zhou Lang took a step forward in disbelief, and Qin Langjun also laughed.
"What? Can you cure him?" Zhou Lang asked urgently.
Cheng Jiaoniang looked at him and nodded.
"But," she said, "I won't treat him."
Zhou Lang only nodded and was filled with disbelief. Before he could rejoice, he was stunned when he heard her next words.
His complexion suddenly turned pale.
"Why?" he yelled, gritting his teeth, and then thought of something, "Is it because you have an incurable and fatal disease?"
Cheng Jiaoniang shook her head.
"No." She said, looking at Liu Lang with a blank expression, "It's because you are annoying."
"Then what does it matter to him?" Zhou Lang shouted angrily.
Cheng Jiaoniang turned her eyes to Qin Langjun.
"So now, do you feel that it is rare to have a friend in life, and you are very happy?" She said slowly.
The maid suddenly stretched out her hand to hold her collar, her eyes widening.
That’s it! That’s it!
So cruel, so powerful!
There was a suffocating silence in the room.
Qin Langjun suddenly raised his hand to salute and laughed.
"My wife is amazing," he said.
"Mr. Zhou Zuo, you are really over-worrying about my affairs. That's really nothing I'm sorry for." Cheng Jiaoniang said slowly, looking at Zuo Langjun, and pointed at Qin Langjun, "Look, this
That’s what I mean, I’m sorry.”
Zhou Lang's chest rose and fell, and his expression suddenly changed. He was not stupid at all, and he already understood what this woman meant.
"Cheng Jiaoniang!" he shouted, taking a step forward.
Cheng Jiaoniang looked up at him with a blank expression.
"It was fine, but you made trouble." She asked, "So, are you satisfied?
I despised him the most, so I ignored him. I thought it would be better to tear up the knot and face each other head-on than to ignore him, and in the end I would be able to resolve my contempt.
It doesn’t break, it doesn’t stand, it doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t regenerate. I didn’t expect that just having fun would end up irritating this woman.
No matter how much you have said, done, and thought, in the end, everything will turn into ashes in front of this sentence.
Therefore, the truth in the world does not lie in saying too much, but in speaking to the point.
There were three people facing each other in the room, Cheng Jiaoniang was indifferent, Zhou Lang was angry, and Qin Langjun was stunned for a moment.
"I was wrong too." He said immediately, shaking his head with a smile, and Cheng Jiaoniang handed over his hand.
"What's wrong with you! Don't do this..." Zhou Lang roared, his anger uncontrollable.
Cheng Jiaoniang raised her head and glanced at him.
She can cure it, she can cure it...
Healing Qin Langjun's crippled leg will make him able to walk, run and jump like a normal person.
Liu Lang was trembling, and under the look of this woman, he swallowed back the angry words on his lips.
"How do you feel?" Cheng Jiaoniang didn't give up. She looked at him and asked numbly.
How does it feel?
How about that feeling where you can't scold even if you want to, and the anger is rushing in your heart, but you have to suppress it?
How does it feel like a cat playing with a mouse? Of course, I’m asking about the feeling of a mouse.
Saturday Lang's hand clenched at his side made a creaking sound.
"Saturday, shut up." Qin Langjun said, looking at Cheng Jiaoniang again. Except for the initial fluctuation, his expression remained the same as before. It seemed that he had not heard anything that could cure his leg, but
If I don’t treat you.
"Ms. Cheng, I understand now that you were really innocent to him before, and you really didn't notice it. Not only him, but the entire Zhou family. So why are you angry this time?" he asked, "
Is it because he puts the blame for this banqin on you?"
"No." Cheng Jiaoniang said, looking at Banqin who was not daring to cry and covering her face with her sleeves, and then turned to look at Liulang.
"If you like my things, you can take them away. I'm not angry. If you want to leave my things, you can leave. I don't care." She said, "It doesn't matter whether it's a person or a thing. It's just that I don't take it away for any reason."
Like, I left not to live a better life, but to practice it. It’s really unbearable to see.”
"She is the one who did this to herself! Why does she care about other people's business?" Zhou Lang shouted angrily.
Cheng Jiaoniang looked at him.
"What do I like to do, do I care about other people's business?" she said.
Zhou Lang looked at her bitterly for a moment, then turned around and left.
"I understand, thank you madam." Qin Langjun also stood up and said politely with a relaxed expression.
Cheng Jiaoniang returned the favor.
There was a harmonious atmosphere between the two of them, as if they had just finished saying goodbye after drinking tea and wine.
"Oh, by the way." Qin Langjun was helped up by the servant and walked to the door. Then he thought of something and turned around, "There is one more thing that I don't understand."
Cheng Jiaoniang looked at him.
"Why does the lady like to call the girl Banqin?" Qin Langjun asked, with a curious look on his face.
"It sounds good." Cheng Jiaoniang replied.
Qin Langjun laughed, bowed his hands and left.
Liu Lang stood outside the courtyard gate like a stone sculpture. Qin Langjun sighed and passed by.
"She..." Zhou Lang said stiffly, "She is talking nonsense... She... is intentional... She may not be able to be cured... She is a person with venomous words..."
Qin Langjun reached out and patted him.
"Rokuro, are you so afraid of a mere word and a mere woman?" He smiled and shook his head, "I really misjudged you."
"But your legs!" Zhou Lang shouted, his face turned red, "Your legs!"
"My legs are my life. If a person doesn't accept his fate, he will not be at ease." Qin Langjun looked at him and solemnly said, "Zhou Hui, I want to let go of myself. I want to be at ease myself. You have to force me."
Not comfortable?"
Liu Lang, whose name is Feng and whose given name is Zijian.
Nominating and shouting is like scolding.
Saturday Lang tightened his mouth and clenched his hands.
"Liu Lang, you lost." Qin Langjun said, his voice softened, he smiled again, and reached out to pat his arm again, "If you lose, you lose. It's no big deal, and there's no shame. Let it go. At least, you and her
The knot ends here, that’s fine.”
Saturday Lang looked at him and gritted his teeth.
"Don't bring it up again." Qin Langjun raised his hand and said, "I know that this lady stabbed you hard and steadily, and you are upset in your heart. But, Liulang, cheer up yourself and don't let me
This person, who should be the most depressed, still wants to find ways to cheer you up. If you are like this, you really are not a friend enough."
After he said that, he laughed and hit Zhou Lang on the shoulder twice.
Saturday Lang forced out a smile and moved his lips, but he didn't say anything.
"Let's go, let's go." Qin Langjun said, "In the past, you stayed at home all day long, thinking about how to resolve it. Now you don't have to resolve it. You can let it go. Finally, you can go hunting. Come on, go on."
He was helped by the boy to go ahead, Zhou Lang turned around to follow, and looked up at Qin Langjun who was limping in front of him. He had never felt anything at other times, but at this moment, this scene was like two flying arrows piercing both eyes.
I can heal your legs! I can heal your legs! But, because you are his good friend, I won’t heal you!
Because of you, he cannot be treated.
This is what we call real, sorry people!
He turned his head sharply, gasping for air, his body tense and trembling.
Damn it! Damn it! So vicious! So vicious! So ruthless! So ruthless! (To be continued)
