Exquisite! So exquisite! Too exquisite to be real! Like the most expensive porcelain in a museum glass case, like an unattainable international star in a magazine!
He stood there, the sunlight fell on him, and the dilapidated courtyard seemed to have become a carefully arranged backdrop to set him off!
The gold chain, gold bracelet, and bright purple satin coat that she was so proud of suddenly became vulgar, like a clown's costume, under the cold, lonely and untainted light of this young man.
Why?! How could Sun Guixiang, an old, poor, stubborn, lonely woman, have such a godlike figure hidden in her home?! This is impossible! It must be fake! Or...
Wang Jinfeng took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the shock in her heart, and tried to regain her previous harsh expression. However, her voice was a little distorted due to excitement and jealousy, and it was sharp and piercing:
"Hey! Sun Guixiang! I was wondering why you were hiding this, but it turns out you have a gigolo at home!"
She looked Ye Qingliu up and down, her eyes like poisoned hooks, full of malicious speculation and contempt.
"Tsk tsk tsk! Look at this delicate girl! She's dressed like a real person! Where did she come from? Could it be that you, an old fool... picked her up from some shady place? Or..."
She deliberately prolonged her tone, speaking with naked insult, "Is this the 'inheritance' your damned son left you? You rely on this face to make a living? To serve an old woman like you? Ha! Aren't you ashamed of it?"
"Wang Jinfeng! I'll tear your rotten mouth apart!!!"
Her cloudy eyes turned red in an instant, her hunched body burst out with amazing strength, and her skinny hands suddenly threw away the small shovel.
Like a completely enraged she-wolf, she pounced on Wang Jinfeng's mean fat face with desperate ferocity.
"How dare you curse my son! How dare you slander my child! I will fight you!!"
Sun Guixiang's voice was hoarse and shrill, with a mad cry of weeping blood. Her skinny fingers were bent like claws, grabbing straight at Wang Jinfeng.
Wang Jinfeng was frightened by Sun Guixiang's desperate attitude. She screamed and subconsciously tried to dodge backwards with her fat body. She tripped and almost fell.
"Crazy woman! Are you crazy?!" Wang Jinfeng screamed, waving her arms frantically to block, and the gold chain around her neck snapped.
Just when Sun Guixiang's skinny fingertips were about to touch the thick layer of powder on Wang Jinfeng's face——
A thin figure with undeniable strength inserted itself between the two women naturally and without any warning.
It is a clear stream at night.
He didn't say anything, nor did he make any violent movements. He just held the small coarse porcelain bowl and took a steady step forward, standing right between Sun Guixiang and Wang Jinfeng.
Sun Guixiang's forward movement was blocked by his thin back. Her skinny fingers, filled with unfinished anger and strength, stopped in the air a few centimeters away from the back of Ye Qingliu's white shirt.
Ye Qingliu didn't even look back at her.
His gray-blue eyes, through the cold lenses, fell calmly on Wang Jinfeng's fat face, which was distorted by fear and anger.
That look contained no emotion, no anger, no contempt, only an almost indifferent scrutiny.
It's like looking at an oily, noisy, discarded item that needs to be disposed of urgently.
Wang Jinfeng felt creepy at his strangely calm look. It seemed to have a real penetrating power that exposed all her carefully constructed sense of superiority and viciousness, making her look ridiculous and ugly.
She opened her mouth, wanting to curse more, but the moment she met those gray-blue eyes, it was as if her neck was strangled, and she couldn't utter a word.
At this moment, something even more unexpected happened to everyone.
Ye Qingliu, who had been facing away from Sun Guixiang, suddenly leaned back slightly, with an imperceptible sense of dependence and a gesture of seeking stability.
Then, his forehead gently, silently, and without warning rested on Sun Guixiang's thin, hunched shoulders, which were heaving violently with anger.
The movements are as natural as breathing.
All the blood in Sun Guixiang's body seemed to freeze at this moment.
She still maintained her forward lunging posture, her skinny hands still frozen in mid-air.
But all the anger, all the madness, all the humiliation and sorrow, the moment the cool and real touch of the forehead touched the shoulder, it was like being hit by a warm and powerful electric current, instantly disintegrating and dissipating.
Sun Guixiang's stiff body trembled violently.
He lowered his head in disbelief and extremely slowly.
The child...the child's head...rested on her shoulder?
The slightly cool forehead, through the thin fabric of the old cotton-padded jacket, clearly conveyed the real touch.
That dependent, stability-seeking posture was like the softest feather, precisely brushing against the tip of her heart that was spasming with rage.
She could even feel his gentle breath against the skin of her neck.
Time seemed to have stopped.
Wang Jinfeng was also completely dumbfounded.
She looked at the young man, who looked like a sculpture of ice and snow, and who, like a child seeking shelter, rested his head on the shoulder of the old and poor Sun Guixiang...
The impact of this scene was even more shocking than the shock she felt when she first saw him! What…what on earth was going on?!
The courtyard was dead silent, with only the rustling of the wind through the leaves of the old plum tree.
Ye Qingliu leaned on Sun Guixiang's shoulder, his gray-blue eyes still looking at Wang Jinfeng calmly, as if he had just changed to a more energy-saving posture.
He opened his thin lips slightly, and the clear voice rang out. It was still flat, but it clearly broke the silence:
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