Chapter 13 Chapter 13 Sister

This time she didn't coax him, it was as if she had completely given up pretending and was breaking off relations with him.

The next morning, I had packed my things and was standing at the door.

She is moving.

The memories of the past rushed in like a flood, making it hard for him to breathe. Li Jinglang was shaking uncontrollably. He suddenly grabbed her hand and wanted to apologize to her.

"Didn't you say you wouldn't argue with a child?" His speech was incoherent and his body movements were out of control, but he couldn't catch her.

Her cold face was very unfamiliar, and it gripped his heart tightly. "You're not a child anymore. Do you still need me to teach you some things? I'm very busy. You're right. I came to accompany you and coax you before because of Aunt Zhou. Since you don't appreciate it, why should I waste my time?"

The gentle mask was torn off, revealing her original vicious appearance. Once again, she fiercely shook off his hand, even though it was the hand that was still wrapped in a bandage and bleeding.

"Li Jinglang." She spoke each word clearly.

"I have been patient with you."

......

"Tang Ningyue!"

Li Jinglang cried out in a hoarse voice, he suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the bed and left the wet pillow, his mouth and tongue were so dry that they were about to crack, and a faint trace of blood floated on his pale lips. He rushed out the door barefoot in a panic, with his upper body exposed, and big beads of sweat ran down, rubbing against his smooth thin skin, and finally landed on his feet.

"Kyoro? What's going on?"

There was no one at home, only Sister Chen was preparing breakfast for him, and she kept the noise to a minimum for fear of waking him up.

"Where's Tang Ningyue?" He hadn't fully recovered from his recent loss. He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently.

"Yue'er? Yue'er went to work..." Sister Chen was startled by him and hurriedly pulled a short fleece jacket from the hanger and put it on him. "What's wrong? Don't scare Auntie."

"Has she moved away?"

"Move away? Where to? My wife didn't tell me. Is Yue'er moving away?" Sister Chen was confused by his sudden question.

Li Jinglang shook his head absentmindedly. The curtains in the living room were wide open, and strong sunlight rushed in. He frowned, as if he was daydreaming, but then he refocused his gaze and became completely awake.

"Aunt Chen, I'm sorry." He raised his head, his lips stained with blood again. "I'm going to take my medicine now."

He stood up and walked back to the room weakly. The shock he had just experienced was like sleepwalking. When he regained consciousness, he realized that it was just a dream in which he participated.

"Hey... Jing..." Sister Chen was still standing behind him. She was so scared by him that she didn't come back to her senses for a long time. When she heard his door close, she picked up the mobile phone on the table and dialed Zhou Su's number while muttering "poor child".

Sister Chen was the best at adding fuel to the fire. She was a person who liked to exaggerate things. When she described things to Zhou Su, she was so excited that she almost wanted to get on the phone and talk to her.

"He kept calling Yue'er. Or ask Yue'er to come back and see Jinglang. You didn't see his look. He looked like he had lost his soul. It scared me to death."

"Yue'er worked overtime all night last night and is busy in a meeting today. She is very tired. Don't call to disturb her." It has been so many years, and she has gotten used to Li Jinglang no matter what. When she was a child, she did things that were a hundred times more excessive than this. In the end, Tang Ningyue didn't come, and he calmed down.

"Madam, please don't be so cruel to Jinglang. It makes me feel uncomfortable watching you."

"The doctors can't cure it, so how can Ning Yue cure it?" Zhou Su sighed, "Let him stay alone for a while, and don't call Yue'er, she's tired enough."

"I know, I know."

"Yue'er might not be home for dinner tonight, so you can make her own portion and put it in the insulated box as a midnight snack for her."

"Madam, you are so kind. Introducing a boyfriend to Yue'er. If she never comes back, what will happen to Jinglang?"

"Then can I still tie Yue'er up? If he wants to do something, let him do it. If things are broken, there is no need to clean them up. Just let him sleep in the garbage dump and leave him alone."

Zhou Su sighed. Over the years, she treated Tang Ningyue as her own daughter. Sometimes she wondered if her child was Yue'er instead of Jinglang.

This was not what he really thought. Li Jinglang knew everything, but he remained silent forever, as if it had nothing to do with him.

Isn't that the kind of person he is?

Someone who will not be loved by anyone.

-

Tang Ningyue had two drinks with Sheng Shiyang in the evening. Although it wasn't much, there was still a hint of alcohol on her body. She was floating in high heels, her body and soul still immersed in the excitement of dating him.

Sheng Shiyang's figure is one of the best among all the Asians she has dated. The stimulating hormones lowered her happiness threshold, and her brain nerves were beating wildly. On the way home, she was still savoring the fragrance that filled her nose when she was close to him.

He is good in every way, gentle, considerate and caring, but he is too obedient. If she tells him to go east, he will never go west. His obedience is a bit annoying. Tang Ningyue can only spend two hours a day with him at most. If she tells him to go more than that, she will get annoyed.

It was already twelve o'clock in the evening when she got home. Tang Ningyue walked in while answering the phone. The fingerprint lock had been repaired, and this time she opened the door very smoothly.

The lights in the room were on, almost every light was on. The bright white light was a bit dazzling and cast a large shadow on the corridor. Tang Ningyue was startled and her cell phone fell to the ground, but the shadow behind it remained motionless.

"Jinglang?" Tang Ningyue picked up her phone and saw a man in a hooded sweatshirt sitting in the corridor entrance behind her.

"What are you doing sitting here?" She squatted in front of him and tried to pull his hat off. "What's wrong?"

Today she wore a fishtail skirt, her hair slightly curled, and her perfume was stronger than usual. When she squatted, the pendants on her earlobes made a crisp sound. She rarely wore makeup like this, and she was as charming as a delicate peony.

She went on a date.

Li Jinglang clutched his sleeves with his pale fingertips and his breathing was uneven.

His out-of-control behavior in the morning was still vivid in her mind. He rehearsed his confession and apology to her several times in his mind, but what he got was her, who had just finished a date and still smelled of alcohol. She seemed to have forgotten their argument last night, and like last time, it became a passing cloud, and she was even unwilling to go through the motions and occupy even a little space in her heart.

"I thought you wouldn't come back." His voice was hoarse as if it had been cut by a blade, and he couldn't speak several words clearly.

"How could that be?" She touched his head, her tone as if to coax him, "Hurry up and get up, the ground is so cold."

"Aren't you angry?" He suddenly raised his head, his eyes a little unfocused, "Why aren't you angry with me?"

"Why are you angry?" The lip gloss on her lips was still shining, and her eyes were as cunning as a fox's. "Is my sister such a stingy person?"

"Hurry up and get up." She stood up and stopped pulling him. Her voice was pretending to be tired. "Sister is so tired. Don't make her work harder, okay?"

"Jinglang, can you be a little better?"

Her skirt fluttered gently, and when she moved, a faint fragrance emanated from her body, which easily drifted into his nostrils. She was still waiting for him to get up, gently stroking his hair with one hand. Li Jinglang was a little shaken.

The cell phone in her hand lit up at an inopportune time. It was a message from a man named Sheng Shiyang. Li Jinglang was sure that he was her date, and the one his mother had introduced to her personally.

[Next time, can you kiss me not when I'm asleep? Can you let me join in? Please.]

The glaring words made Li Jinglang's body tremble violently, and his head hit the raised support of the shoe rack. Before he could react to the pain in his head, he turned his head uncontrollably to look at Tang Ningyue, waiting for her choice.

"Are you okay?" She leaned over again and put her arms around him. His whole body was in her arms, and she gently rubbed the place where they touched. "Are you hurt? Let me see."

She casually threw her phone on the ground. The screen didn't stay on for long and soon went out.

In her heart, he is more important.

That's enough.

He raised his eyes slightly, gathering all the starlight in her eyes into himself. It was really comfortable to be hugged by her. If only they could be closer, if only that man would not take away her embrace.

"Sister..." He suddenly called her.

"Ah?" Tang Ningyue was surprised and happy, and she didn't react for a moment. It was the first time she heard him call her sister after coming back for so long.

He didn't want to continue making a fuss. He had tried it a few years ago. No matter how much he cried and begged, it would not change her decision. He was destined to be unable to change her.

He used all his strength but was ignored by her in the end. He didn't want it, he didn't want it. If he listened to her, he could easily get her caress. It was obvious that he was closer to her than anyone else.

The days when Tang Ningyue returned to China were just his way of covering up the truth. She had always been like this. This endless mutual torture would only push her further and further away, and finally hand her over to someone else, someone who didn't need to exist.

No matter whether she was pretending or acting or what the situation was, Li Jinglang accepted it. As long as she was with him and treated him well, it was enough. For other things, he could pretend and act to deceive himself. His acting skills were no worse than hers.

It's a lifetime anyway, he can choose not to have this outcome.

As long as we are together forever, that's enough.

"I was wrong..." Li Jinglang didn't know whether he was saying this to her or to himself. He grabbed her shoulders and trembled all over. "I did something wrong."

"elder sister..."