11 Not annoying
◎Tsundere Little Swan◎
When Liang Jingyi called, Liang Youwei's smile froze instantly. With the other person's "go ahead" look, she stood up, walked to a quiet place, and answered the call: "Third sister?"
"Um."
To be honest, Liang Jingyi's voice was very pleasant. He responded softly, like the tinkling of broken ice in midsummer. "What are you doing now?"
Liang Youwei subconsciously stood up straight and whispered, "I'm having afternoon tea with friends."
"Who exactly is a friend?" Liang Jingyi asked again, his tone very calm, as if it was just a casual remark.
Liang Youwei looked down at the hem of her skirt: "Zhao Lingyu, the sixth child of the Zhao family."
There are only a few people who can accompany her as usual now. Zhao Lingyu has been less harsh recently. Not only does she accompany her shopping, but she also works on her broken tablet every day.
As she thought of this, her gaze drifted over and happened to meet her eyes.
Today, Zhao Lingyu wore a dark green silk halter dress, which was shimmering and shining.
His dark curly hair cascaded freely behind him, and his irregular tassel earrings danced, almost falling onto his delicate collarbone. Seeing her looking at him, he tilted his head slightly, raised his eyebrows, and mouthed to her: What?
Liang Youwei suddenly felt the place she was staring at was very hot. She looked away unnaturally and said to the person: "Third sister, why did you call me suddenly? What's the matter?"
"If there's nothing wrong, why can't I call you?" Liang Jingyi suddenly became rude after hearing that extremely distant honorific. "We are sisters, aren't we?"
Liang Youwei felt that she hated herself so much, her brows furrowed even tighter, and her tone became desolate: "Yes..."
Hearing this timid voice, Liang Jingyi was furious. "Why are you pretending? She hasn't done anything yet."
Liang Jingyi forced himself to calm down: "In a few days, there will be a banquet at home. Coincidentally, there is an auction in Shanghai. My eldest brother said that if you like any jewelry, you should tell him in time."
Liang Youwei didn't dare to face Liang Ting'an now, and subconsciously refused: "Third sister, just pick it. I have enough jewelry. I don't need anything else for now."
"What about clothes?" Liang Jingyi mentioned a few big brands she knew, "Their summer haute couture this year is pretty good."
She looked at it specifically and found it very suitable for Liang Youwei.
Liang Youwei still refused, hesitating: "I don't have anything I like, just buy it if you think it's okay, Third Sister."
"...Oh, I see. Hang up then."
Liang Jingyi felt that he had been really stupid just now.
What's the point of asking her this? She'd be better off working hard to earn a living. She's been staying up late these past few days and her brain is ruined.
The call finally ended, and Liang Youwei breathed a sigh of relief. She patted her chest and sat back in her original high-back chair.
"Is Liang Jingyi difficult to get along with?" Zhao Lingyu lowered her slender white neck and calmly took a sip of red tea. Her posture was elegant, like a noble dark green swan - if such a swan existed in the world.
Liang Youwei felt that staring at someone for a long time was very rude, so she retracted her gaze from her collarbone and said, "You can't say that. I just feel that her temper is very strange. Sometimes she is very impatient with me, but other times, she is quite nice to me."
Zhao Lingyu put down the British-style ceramic cup, and the painted rose fell back into the small plate. "What do you mean?"
"It's hard to say." Liang Youwei leaned back, looking distressed. "You know, my ability to describe things is very poor."
Little idiot, no wonder she is not Liang Zhihui's biological sister.
Zhao Lingyu sneered silently, but her tone was much gentler than usual: "Then try to have less contact with her. After all, she's a stranger, and no one knows what she's thinking. You should have noticed these days that people's hearts are hidden."
Liang Youwei pursed her lips, and her naturally softer voice echoed in the small private room: "Yeah. I'm not a fool, of course I can see that. But I didn't expect that you would still be willing to accompany me."
Her voice became smaller and smaller. "Zhao Lingyu, it turns out you don't hate me."
She used to be the center of attention, no matter what she did or said, there were countless people praising her. Whether this adulation was a genuine love for her or a pretense due to her status, Liang Youwei was fascinated by this feeling.
After all, most people are vain; the only difference is how well they hide it. Liang Youwei doesn't believe anyone would be indifferent to fame and fortune if they truly experienced this kind of comfort and pleasure.
But now, her most impressive and magnificent background has been exposed secretly.
Who would be willing to support a fake?
All the young sisters became busy, except for Zhao Lingyu, who was obviously a workaholic but always accepted her invitations.
"I haven't hated you for a long time." Zhao Lingyu chuckled.
Liang Youwei swallowed the silky ice cream and snorted: "Why, did you hate me before?"
Zhao Lingyu didn't lie to her: "I hated you for a while when I was little. But then I grew up and didn't hate you anymore. You were really provocative when you were little, so it would be strange if I didn't hate you."
The family pressure was too great, and she had to strive to be the first since she was a child. Liang Youwei was not good at it and loved to play, and she had to compete with her. When she couldn't win, she would cry, make a fuss, and act like a spoiled child, which was so annoying.
She didn't like Liang Youwei's provocations, but she had to face them. Sometimes Liang Youwei was too rude, and Zhao Lingyu couldn't help but cry, crying alone - she didn't allow herself to show her weakness in front of others.
This kind of situation happened so often that Zhao Lingyu really got annoyed with her.
"Will I stop being provocative when I grow up?" Liang Youwei didn't understand.
"Pick," Zhao Lingyu curled her lips, "but it's not a big problem."
All the changes happened in the third year of junior high school.
Zhao Lingyu hadn't performed well enough to get first place in her grade, so she secretly cried in a deserted classroom. It was an art classroom, and since it was evening, after school, it was exceptionally quiet, with only the faint sound of a young girl sobbing.
I had thought that I would vent my emotions as soon as possible and go home to review, but when I was halfway through crying, the curtain of the oil painting next to me was pulled open, and a smiling head poked in: "Zhao Lingyu, I found you!"
Xiao Lingyu looked up blankly, and Xiao Youwei was also stunned.
"Zhao Lingyu, why are you crying?" Youwei quickly got through the curtains, climbed onto the small windowsill, and wiped her tears. Lingyu was unwilling and turned her head away to prevent her from touching her: "I'm not crying, you saw it wrong."
"Just cry if you want to. I cry all the time." Youwei kept leaning towards her. "But why are you crying?"
Lingyu pursed her lips and said nothing.
"Even if you don't tell me, I know it." Youwei moved closer, lowering her voice, and even sounding smug, "Is it because you didn't get first place in the exam?"
Having her inner thoughts exposed, Ling Yu lowered her head even further. She was so angry and grief-stricken that she even cried: "What's it to you?"
Youwei's face went blank. Didn't she guess the reason? Why did Zhao Lingyu cry even harder?
I was flustered and stuttered a little: "Don't cry, I didn't mean that. I wanted to say, I wanted to say... whoever gets your first place, I will help you beat him!"
"Who needs you to help me beat someone up?" Ling Yu thought she was a robber: "Next time, I will definitely be the first one."
She spoke with a firm voice, and her tears fell even more freely.
Normally, Youwei did love to bicker with Lingyu, but now that she had pissed her off like this, she definitely had to coax her. She hugged her arm and acted coquettishly, her mouth almost touching her ear: "Okay, okay, I won't hit you, I won't hit you. I just beg you—Zhao Lingyu, please don't cry."
Lingyu felt that the robber's noise was deafening and subconsciously wanted to push her away. However, the robber held her too tightly and not only did she fail to push him away, but the two of them became even closer due to inertia.
The moment their noses touched, they were both stunned. A strange yet familiar breath filled their presence, and the quiet classroom became even quieter. All they could hear was the other person's breathing and their own heartbeat.
It was the first time Ling Yu had stared into someone's eyes for such a long time. She looked at her bright, round almond-shaped eyes, her slightly upturned nose, her lips unconsciously parted, and her heartbeat quickened strangely.
In fact, Liang Youwei is quite cute.
This thought suddenly popped up in my mind.
She actually felt that she looked like a ragdoll cat.
But she obviously likes Ragdoll cats the most. Why would she use such a cute animal to describe such an annoying person?
Liang Youwei was the first to react, but she didn't retreat. Instead, she hugged Zhao Lingyu's neck without hesitation: "Okay, don't be angry with me? Anyway, you always do better than me in exams. Isn't it enough for me to admit that you are very good? You are better than Qin Zhen and Shao Yue, okay?"
"Look at you, you're smart, pretty, and strong. You can write both calligraphy and hard-pen calligraphy, and you can even ride a horse and play the violin. You're so amazing! No one will look down on you just because you came in second this time..."
That evening, Liang Youwei must have said a lot, chattering and clamoring, every word a testament to her approval and praise. Time had worn away the specific words, and Zhao Lingyu could only remember the pounding of her heart.
The sunset outside the window was so intense, its vibrant colors pressing down on them and illuminating their faces. Behind the equally vibrant oil painting curtains, Zhao Lingyu planted a secret unknown to the world.
That night, she dreamed of Liang Youwei. She saw Liang Youwei holding her hand, leaning close to her ear with a smile, and whispering in a low voice: "Zhao Lingyu, I caught you."
In the dream, he turned around and pressed her down, responding in the same low voice: "I caught you."
Thinking back to the present, her beautiful willow-shaped eyes raised: "Liang Youwei, do you still remember the past?"
"Before? Was there anything?" Liang Youwei scooped a spoonful of chocolate mousse cake and asked casually.
Zhao Lingyu suddenly felt the urge to reminisce. She swallowed her coffee and said calmly, "How much do you remember about the third year of junior high school?"
"Third year of junior high school? It's a bit long ago, I don't remember." Liang Youwei thought about it and shook her head.
"But I remember in sixth grade, you cried because you didn't get first place in the exam." She couldn't help but smile, "I was the one who coaxed you into peace."
Zhao Lingyu narrowed her eyes and smiled meaningfully: "Yeah, I didn't realize you were so good at coaxing people."
Liang Youwei became flattered when she was praised, and said in a smug manner: "Of course."
But the next second, her voice suddenly became unsteady: "Zhao Lingyu! Why did you eat my cake? Don't you have any yourself?"
"If you want to eat, just eat."
Zhao Lingyu replied calmly, retracting her spoon. "I can't even remember something so important. All I think about all day is eating. Is it really that delicious?"
She tasted plain and simple.
"But I don't want to eat your saliva!" Liang Youwei protested.
This time, Zhao Lingyu ignored her and let her throw a tantrum.
You will have some to eat later.
【Author’s words】
I've been feeling a faint sense of happiness all day today...
I slept until I woke up naturally in the morning, and went shopping with my good friend Zhu in the afternoon. We looked at a lot of beautiful clothes and also enjoyed a random street dance show (especially when an old lady took a photo of her granddaughter, the camera was shaking all the time, just to find her little granddaughter. I felt so happy after discovering this)...
When we came back in the evening, we drove the electric car. The breeze was comfortable, and the air was filled with the sweet smell of barbecue. Zhu was driving while gloating about her eight consecutive wins. I listened to some sweet songs and occasionally praised her. When we saw someone running a red light, we would cynically scold them. After that, she was eager to try, "Should we run one too?" I was shocked, "How can they be so shameless? Go ahead and run it! No need to say more!" ... (Of course, we didn't run a red light in the end)
After returning to school, we ran together, took a shower, ate takeout and watched TV series; after dinner, we went to her bed, she played games while I wrote, she howled and bumped into my shoulder, and I was stuck and tangled, "You are so noisy"...
Ah, what a happy day (especially when I shared this little happiness with Zhu, she agreed and felt the same way, which made me even happier) [Three-colored cat head][Three-colored cat head][Three-colored cat head]
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