Chapter 34: Escaping Marriage White Moonlight 11 Really Crazy

Lu Jingming has been in a bad mood recently and has a gloomy face all day long.

She either scolded Uncle Wei for being slow or criticized the food Aunt Wei cooked. She would fly into a rage if she was not pleased, which made Uncle Wei and Aunt Wei tremble with fear when serving her.

Ali felt uncomfortable and said a few words for them, but Lu Jingming pushed her back and asked her to recognize her own identity.

Ali suppressed the inexplicable bitterness and said no more. She didn't want to be bullied for no reason anymore, so she tried to avoid him whenever she could.

But Lu Jingming seemed to have eyes on his back and could always catch Ali when he was about to escape.

For the umpteenth time, Ali was caught by Lu Jingming when he was about to go out.

She put on a smile and turned around reluctantly: "Sir."

The weather is getting colder now, and Lu Jingming puts on a heavier cloak when he goes out, but he doesn't feel bulky at all. He walked slowly closer, and he knew without looking that although Ali was smiling, he must be cursing him in his heart.

But he doesn't care.

After living in the Lu family for a few months, Ali was no longer the skinny and pale-faced man he was when he first arrived. His cheeks had more flesh, and the terry loops on his collar made him look even more lovely.

Lu Jingming looked away in surprise, as he had actually seen it wrong for a moment.

Ali didn't notice Lu Jingming's eyes. He lowered his head sullenly and followed Lu Jingming.

Suddenly, Lu Jingming stopped, glanced at Ali's empty hands, and kindly reminded him, "Are you planning to carry all that junk over there by yourself?"

When he stopped, Ali felt something was wrong and stood there resigned to his fate, knowing that he was talking about the things he put in the bamboo basket every time he went to the fields.

Originally, it was filled with things that would be used for work, but Lu Jingming insisted on following her every time. He was still as noble as ever, and disliked the simplicity of the small shed, so he ordered Ali to bring the brocade cushions, sable fur-trimmed waist support, rosewood and jade footstool that he had specifically requested, the Guzhu Zisun tea he wanted to drink, and the different books he wanted to read every day.

A small bamboo basket couldn't hold so many things, so we had to pull out an ox cart and use it to load the things.

Every time he went out, it took a long time just to pack Lu Jingming's things. Every time Ali looked at his trembling hands when he pulled the reins, he felt that he was not like a person going to work, but more like a little girl accompanying a playboy on a trip.

But she was not going to the fields today. She had already finished what she needed to do there. She just wanted to talk to Sister Xu Ying.

Lu Jingming didn't care about all that. Wherever he said he wanted to go, he had to go there.

"What are you still standing there for? Waiting for me to help you?" His tone was bad, and he ordered her around with great ease.

Ali kept telling himself to be patient, and slowly pulled out the ox cart, skillfully laid out the cushions, and invited Lu Jingming to get on.

The old cow was very familiar with the road from Lu's house to the farmland. Before Ali could whip it, it had already started running very fast.

Ali was so frightened that she trembled and fell towards Lu Jingming. However, he pushed her away mercilessly, causing her to almost fall out of the car.

"you!"

Ali was shocked and angry, and looked at Lu Jingming in disbelief.

He simply brushed off his sleeves and said, "I thought after so long, your little tricks would have improved. It seems I overestimated you."

Ali was extremely angry. Before she could say anything, the ox cart started shaking again. She could only grab the shaft and try her best to steady herself.

Ali finally managed to brush away the hair that was blown all over his face, but the old cow had already stopped by the edge of the field, scratching the ground with its front hooves twice, urging them to get off the car.

She jumped out of the car swiftly, not wanting to look at Lu Jingming again.

But how could Lu Jingming let her do as she wished? He sat safely in the car: ""

After spending some effort to settle Lu Jingming in the small shed, Ali took advantage of his inattention and hid far away at the other end of the farmland, as far away from this plague god as possible.

There was no work to do today, so she sat down comfortably on the edge of the field, with her hands behind her, looking at the blue sky leisurely.

Lu Jingming in the shed was holding a book, but he couldn't read a single word.

He knew that his return home would not be smooth, but when it really happened, he still couldn't stop the hatred surging in his heart.

Lu Jingming closed the book in his hand and stared at the words "Mencius" on it in a trance.

Master Song once said that he had a lot of resentment in his heart, and if he did not control it, he would probably hurt others and himself, so he asked him to read "Mencius" more and cultivate his body and mind.

But, if a book could eliminate the resentment in one's heart, then why did his mother leave him in such a tragic way?

When he was very young, he could understand that their relationship was superficial but not harmonious, and his mother's resistance and fear when his father approached. There was always a huge gap between them.

As for himself, his father had no shortage of children but never cared about him, and his mother loved and hated him, all of which intertwined to form his gloomy childhood.

Until one day, his mother set herself on fire and he was taken to a strange couple by his father who came late. The man squatted down and told him that he was Uncle Wei and they would take care of him from now on.

At first, Lu Jingming would ask his mother where she had gone, but gradually he stopped asking because he no longer needed to.

At that time, he was already a well-known young talent with extraordinary gifts and talents. Every teacher who taught him would say the same thing to Mr. Lu: This boy will become a great man in the future.

Finally, several years after his mother passed away, Mr. Lu turned his attention to his youngest son. He felt as if he had touched upon his dream of passing the imperial examination.

Now, they needed him.

Lu Jingming threw the book aside and looked up, but did not see the figure who should be busy in the field. He narrowed his eyes slightly, scanned around, and finally locked onto the target.

Ali leaned against a dead tree, holding the warm hand warmer in his arms, drowsy.

Suddenly, something hit his waist. Ali reached over in a daze, but didn't touch anything. He didn't pay attention to it, turned his head and continued to take a nap.

Her leg was hit again, and this time Ali grabbed a piece of her clothes. She opened her eyes in confusion, looked up, and saw the face of the God of Plague that was getting bigger and bigger.

"This is such a great place to slack off. How could you not tell me, girl?" Lu Jingming's tone was sinister, and his eyes stared at her like a poisonous snake.

Ali suddenly lost all sleepiness. She wanted to stand up, but Lu Jingming held her in front of him. There was a hard tree trunk behind her, and she had no way to retreat.

Lu Jingming looked at her resistance, his smile not reaching his eyes: "Do you really want to hide from me? Are you so afraid of me?"

Ali denied: "No!"

Lu Jingming seemed not to hear her words, and his cold fingers stroked the hair on her forehead: "You are all hiding from me. You want to trap me to death with just one letter? Is that right?"

Faith? What faith?

Before Ali had time to think deeply, Lu Jingming was getting closer and closer, their noses almost touching. His breath surrounded her, but Ali only felt her scalp tingling.

"Sir? Sir! What's wrong with you?"

Ali couldn't push him away at all, and in desperation, he turned his head and bit his finger, and the taste of blood quickly spread in his mouth.

Lu Jingming just frowned slightly and pinched her chin with his hand. Ali let go in pain, but Lu Jingming had no intention of letting her go.

Ali suddenly made up his mind and went for it.

"That letter was written to you by Master Lu. It said that you should postpone your return home, but it didn't say when, right?"

Sure enough, Lu Jingming's expression became even uglier.

Just when Ah Li thought he would be provoked to take action, Lu Jingming suddenly let her go. He took two steps forward, staring at the frightened Ah Li, and said in a gentle tone, "Young lady, you are truly kind and gentle. In this way, we... have a long future together."

After saying that, he turned around and left with a smile, strolling around the garden as usual.

Ali was frightened by his changeable look. The words "there is a lot of time to come" kept echoing in her ears. She remembered what Madam Ni had said to her mother, "there is a lot of time to come. Sooner or later, I will make you die in my hands."

Anger arises from the heart, and evil comes from the courage.

Ali didn't know where the strength came from, but he rushed to Lu Jingming as fast as he could and pushed him into the field.

The river mud spread in the field had not yet dried up, and it was damp and sticky, completely ruining the precious fabric on Lu Jingming's body. He lay in a mess on the dirty and smelly mud, and even his face was stained with a lot of it, which was obviously caught off guard.

"Are you crazy?!"

Ali stood on the edge of the field with his hands on his hips, grinning, "I see that you've been very angry lately, so I took the initiative to ask you to calm down. Please don't be angry with me."

Lu Jingming reacted and struggled to stand up from the mud, but he sank deeper and deeper. His expression was cold: "Girl, do you know what you are doing?"

"Of course I know," Ali stepped forward, "but you never know how much harm your actions will cause to others."

Lu Jingming looked over and sneered, "Hurt? They are just servants. When should I care about their feelings?"

Yes, he was born into a life of luxury and only needed to enjoy all the care from his servants. As for what these people were thinking, it didn't matter to him at all.

Ali's anger grew stronger and stronger. He looked him straight in the face and said, "It's just that I need to stay in Shangxi County for a while longer. You've already waited for so many years. What's more important than a few days?"

"You're devastated by such a small incident, and you're taking it out on the people who truly care about you. I think your father made the right decision!"

Every word she said pierced him like flesh.

Lu Jingming's expression finally showed a crack, his eyes widened with anger: "What do you know?!"

"Why shouldn't I understand?" Ali's smile vanished. "I've never had a life like yours. My father didn't care about me, my mother was always worried about the passing of time, and I grew up in a cramped little courtyard. Before I got married, I didn't even know what a carriage looked like."

"Along the way, I was injured, my appearance was disfigured, I was bullied by cousins ​​who showed up out of nowhere and drunkards, and even farming was full of difficulties. But I never thought of giving up!"

Lu Jingming's face was shocked.

"What about you? You become depressed and unwilling to move forward when things don't go your way, and you even take your anger out on innocent people. I think you're the one who's truly crazy!"

Ali yelled loudly, his eyes already filled with tears.

"You're so high and mighty, so self-righteous. Who do you think you are? Without the Lu family, you're nothing!"

"People like you deserve to stay in this filthy mud forever!"