despicable
Pouring water on the fabric to soak it, Lin Nanyan knelt on one knee and rolled up the girl's trouser legs, revealing her white ankles.
The girl's legs moved uncomfortably and were gently held down by the boy's big hands.
He exchanged a glance with Jiang Qing, and the girl instantly stopped moving. He lowered his head and quietly applied a cold compress of wet cloth to the reddened area on her ankle.
The moment the cold feeling touched her skin, Jiang Qing hissed softly. It didn't hurt, but it felt a little strange.
Lin Nanyan: "Apply a cold compress to your ankle for five minutes to relieve the discomfort."
Jiang Qing held her ankle and stretched it tentatively. "Okay, I'll do it myself."
She felt vaguely uncomfortable in her ankle along the way, and it felt a little swollen, so when she was resting, she kept moving her right foot unconsciously. She didn't expect that such a small movement would be noticed by Lin Nanyan.
From her angle, she could only see the boy's drooping eyelashes and straight nose, and he was concentrating on tying his knot.
After Lin Nanyan tied the slipknot, he let go according to the girl's intention: "Okay, press it well."
Jiang Qing held the wet cotton cloth in her hand and followed the boy who stood up. The boy took out wet wipes from his pocket and began to distribute them to others.
Song Shuang stared at Lin Nanyan in amazement as he tore off her clothes as he said. She was panting but didn't forget to give a thumbs up to Lin Nanyan who was rushing towards her. "Brother, you are awesome. I underestimated you before."
Lin Nanyan handed over a pack of wet wipes. Jiang Qing took one and wiped the sweat off her forehead. He asked with concern, "Is your foot okay?"
Jiang Qing looked at Song Shuang, who was raising his eyebrows wildly at her. "...It's just a little red. Soaking your feet tonight will be fine."
Jiang Qing, who was squatting beside her, gently poked the girl's exposed fair skin with his fingertips and said, "I have a Band-Aid. You can put it here so that your feet won't be rubbed."
"Thank you." Jiang Qing lifted her left foot and looked at the freshly baked strawberry sticker on it. She smiled brightly at Jiang Qing and thanked him.
The girl's forehead was still sweaty, her eyes sparkling, and her smile was so infectious that one could tell she was happy at a glance. Jiang Qing smiled unconsciously as well, and she paused for a moment before she pursed her lips and stood up.
Chen Heng, who had been watching for a long time, came over slowly and asked her, "Are you still climbing up? You're only halfway there."
"Mei Yan is still up there," Jiang Qing took off her hat to fan herself. She looked toward the top of the mountain and turned to ask the others, "What do you think? If we're really too tired, we can stop and not go up. We can call Mei Yan and ask her to wait for us."
"Now that we're here," Song Shuang perked up when she heard this. "How could I possibly give up halfway? If you're tired, just wait for us downstairs." She was certain that Song Qing was waiting downstairs to see what was going on, and she couldn't just give up on this little challenge. Otherwise, how could Song Qing trust her promise and believe that she could really persevere?
Start exercising your physical strength from now on.
Jiang Qing: "Take your time, you will eventually get to the top." If you don't reach the top of the mountain, you will always regret it.
Chen Heng: "It depends on your thoughts."
Everyone is so perseverant.
Jiang Qing looked around and saw that no one gave up. She clenched her fist and said, "Since we're here, Meiyan is still waiting for us."
Seeing everyone's eyes on her feet, she quickly took them off to expose her ankles, stood up and jumped around a few times. "Look, it's okay. My skin tends to turn red when I'm tired, but it's actually no big deal."
After the cold compress, the redness faded a lot and it looked less swollen. Lin Nanyan looked away.
In contrast, Chen Heng's gaze remained fixed on Jiang Qing's ankle. Jiang Qing looked over and saw that the area where the treatment had been applied was smooth, neither swollen nor bruised. Nothing unusual seemed to be happening.
Suddenly remembering something, she exclaimed, "I put away the anklet you gave me." She smiled sheepishly, "Your craftsmanship is so good, I'm afraid I might lose it at some point, and that would be so unfair to your hard work."
Catching the key words instantly, Song Shuang became alert: "What anklet?"
Jiang Qing faced Song Shuang and glanced at Chen Heng out of the corner of her eye. "Gifts between friends are just like the gift I gave you before."
"You're talking about that blue and pink hairpin," Song Shuang suddenly realized, "Wow, I wore it once last time and found it was gone when I got home. I feel sad every time I mention it." She leaned on Jiang Qing's shoulder and pretended to cry, glancing at Jiang Qing while crying.
Jiang Qing said helplessly: "Okay, I'll give you another one later." Although it had been so long that she had forgotten what style of hairpin she had given her.
Turning her head and seeing Jiang Qing standing beside her, she didn't forget to offer water, "I'll give you one too. What style do you want?"
A small smile appeared on Jiang Qing's cheeks, and she nodded vigorously, "I can do anything."
"You..." Jiang Qing asked Chen Heng hesitantly, his gaze fixed on her, "Do you want one too?"
Chen Heng's smile remained unchanged as he said, "Okay."
Hearing this, Song Shuang looked at the boy in horror. She couldn't understand. No, maybe her ears were blown off before, otherwise how could she hear such an outrageous answer.
Where should I wear a pink and blue hairpin?
Song Shuang's gaze drifted from the boy's unruly hair to his handsome face, which looked like a cool guy. She quickly shook her head. Forget it, forget it. I can't think about it anymore. I'm going to get a hot head.
Jiang Qing responded readily. It was just a hairpin, and it would definitely be cheaper if she bought it in wholesale.
On the side of the mountain road, Lin Nanyan, with his back to the crowd, looked into the distance and saw five familiar lollipops in front of him. He reached out and picked out the yellow candy, tore it open, and put it in his mouth.
Wang Huaqiang, who had approached at some point, asked, "Is it sour?"
Lin Nanyan: “Not bad.”
Wang Huacheng retracted his finger and whispered, "It's always the same flavor. Your preference remains the same."
Lin Nanyan: "I don't have any hobbies."
Wang Huacheng slowly responded, "Oh."
He glanced back at the people still chatting, his mouth moved, wanting to say something but swallowing it back. As he was hesitating, he suddenly heard Lin Nanyan's cold voice ringing in his ears, "If you want to know anything, go ask her."
Like a ball that had suddenly been punctured, Wang Huacheng's voice instantly became limp: "I, I don't dare."
He looked at the person next to him. The boy was tall, handsome, and had excellent grades. It seemed that God favored him, as if nothing could stump him, but -
"Why don't you ask? Don't you want to know what she thinks?" he asked softly.
At certain moments, Wang Huaqiang always felt that boys were no different from him.
The crunch of the candy filled my mouth, and the bitterness of the candy crunched against my tongue like shattered glass, ready to poke countless tiny wounds.
Lin Nanyan lowered his eyes: "I know."
What? Wang Huaqi looked at him puzzledly.
He turned around to look at the girl who always had a smile on her face. At this moment, she was busy gesturing to Chen Heng about something. Her eyes were curved into crescent shapes, her hair was flying, and her whole body seemed to be glowing with joy.
"So there's no need to ask."
"As for those things I shouldn't interfere with—" He paused, "I want her to be happy."
Wang Huaqiang didn't understand what he meant, but he seemed to vaguely understand the boy's attitude.
Lin Nanyan patted Wang Huaqing on the shoulder and said to him, "Ask whatever you want. Nothing could be worse than the current situation."
"Yeah." Wang Huaqing responded in a low voice. He lowered his head and was confused. Should he ask?
I think so.
People passed by them one after another on the mountain path. Jiang Qing stuffed the braids that Jiang Qing had untied and re-braided back into her hat. Holding Song Shuang, who had the same hairstyle as her, with one hand, and Jiang Qing with the other, the three girls set off again with renewed energy.
The boys were still walking slowly behind. Wang Huaqiang subconsciously moved away from the two boys next to him, took half a step forward, and got closer to the group of girls.
Chen Heng and Lin Nanyan gradually walked side by side, and he said in a casual voice: "She didn't wear the gift I gave her."
The mountain wind blew the leaves rustling, playing a quiet melody of nature.
"She said we were friends."
"But some couples start out as friends, right?"
Lin Nanyan did not stop walking, and the boy's voice continued.
Chen Heng asked, "Will you bless us?"
Lin Nanyan stopped and looked at Chen Heng intently, "What answer do you want to hear?"
The two boys looked at each other, one with a cold look, the other with a teasing look. The only thing in common between the two young and energetic faces was a hint of anger deep in their eyes.
Chen Heng: "I heard you two were childhood sweethearts."
Lin Nanyan: "I saw someone in the park before, someone you should be very familiar with."
He looked at the boy, and a rare hint of malice was aroused in him. His voice was still very steady, as steady as the calm on the surface of a wildfire about to break out, with undercurrents surging underneath.
"I think his name is Chen Xu," he said. "I think you should know him."
Seeing the boy's expression suddenly change in front of him, Lin Nanyan felt an inexplicable and strange feeling of long-lost joy in his heart.
Chen Heng grabbed the man's collar and approached him, "Where did you see him?"
Lin Nanyan lowered his eyes: "Let go."
"Talk, where are you?!" Chen Heng shouted. The two of them were so close that he could see his own gloomy face reflected in the other's eyes, strange and yet familiar.
He was stunned and the strength in his hands loosened.
Lin Nanyan used his index finger to carefully smooth out the wrinkled collar and raised his eyes.
"I heard he's your brother."
"You two don't seem to have a good relationship."
He reached out and brushed away the fallen leaves on the boy's shoulder. His foot stepped lightly on the leaves and suddenly there was a crackling sound.
"Your own situation is a mess too," he said sharply in a calm tone. "I think if you can't handle it well, you shouldn't blindly start a new relationship."
"You have to take responsibility for your own affairs."
The corners of his lips moved upwards: "You said it, right?"
Lin Nanyan's last tone was very light, but it felt like a ton of stone weighing on Chen Heng's heart, making his heart heavy and pressing him so hard that he almost couldn't breathe.
"Where is he?" Chen Heng bit the inside of his mouth hard. Blood filled the air, but he seemed to feel no pain.
The quieter the boy opposite him was, the more hideous clown he looked.
The saddest thing was that he had to admit that Lin Nanyan was right.
He is not qualified to start a relationship, so what right does he have to drag others into it?
Although Chen Heng's expression did not change, Lin Nanyan inexplicably felt the deep sadness that unconsciously overflowed from the boy. It was a heavy, sticky, sad, yet extremely familiar feeling.
Familiar? Why did it feel familiar to him?
The mottled time went back, dragging Lin Nanyan into the past in an instant.
The girl's smile, her receding figure, the broken potted plants, the crushed mineral water bottles, looking at the familiar scenes around him, he suddenly realized that it was that day.
The day his secret love was revealed, the day he confessed his love, the day he was closest to happiness, was also -
The day his heart died.
Lin Nanyan looked at the person in front of him and saw his past self through him.
His cold voice seemed to overlap with the man's voice, cruel, strange and disgusting.
Lin Nanyan was stunned.
He thought, his father was right.
He is the same kind of person as him, equally fond of exploiting people's weaknesses, equally cold-hearted and equally despicable.
In a trance, Lin Chongshan sneered at him and said -
"You are my son. My blood flows in your body. I understand you better than anyone else."
"You're just like me, willing to compromise and do anything for your ridiculous self-esteem and worthless face."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
