Chapter 10 Chapter 10 The smell of male ghost
Li Jinglang was taken home by Zhou Su to get bandaged. The blood on the bandage had turned dark brown. He still felt a dull pain from holding the edge of the hot bowl while eating.
The mother and son hadn't seen each other for a long time. Zhou Su wanted to talk to him more to deepen their mother-son relationship, but Li Jinglang was obviously not interested. He wanted to go back to the room. He sat on the sofa and answered questions one by one, not even bothering to raise his head.
Zhou Sudong rambled on for a long time, finally finding a photo on his phone and placing it in front of Li Jinglang, asking, "What do you think of this boy?"
The man in the photo and Li Jinglang are two extremes. The skateboard on Redang Island is parallel to the bay, his wheat-colored chest muscles are exposed to the sun, and his exposed smile and the heat waves that are about to burst out are particularly dazzling in this living room with closed curtains and dim lights.
"Pretty good." It had nothing to do with him, and being able to give an evaluation was already good.
Zhou Su became excited because of his response. He leaned his arms on the sofa cushions and continued to chat with his son with a smile.
"Is it suitable for you, Sister Ningyue?"
“.....”
Li Jinglang turned his head and glanced at Zhou Su who was sitting on the single sofa, then turned his head back in her expectant eyes, and the hair hanging on his forehead swayed along. He stared at the black screen of the TV that was not turned on, and his attitude towards this topic was not correct.
"She doesn't like it."
"How do you know?"
"I guessed it." Li Jinglang put his legs on the footstool, supported his head calmly, held an instruction manual in his hand, half-closed his eyes and pretended to be sleepy.
"That's nonsense." Zhou Su laughed, "I sent a photo to Yue'er today, and she said she liked it very much and wanted to come back to see it."
The instruction manual in his hand was closed with a snap. Li Jinglang raised his eyelids and threw the book back onto the shelf.
Unexplained temper: "Then why are you asking me?"
"Mom, I just want to chat with you."
"I'm sleepy and want to go to bed."
He is already on her blacklist, so how could he be so kind as to help her choose a man?
He's not that mean.
"What time is it now?" Zhou Su called him from behind, feeling helpless about his self-isolating behavior.
"It's getting late." He said, "Mom, you should go to bed early too."
"One more thing." He stopped in front of the flower stand, his back facing Zhou Su, "I clean the house every day. If you can't sleep, you can go check it out."
“.....”
Li Jinglang completely destroyed Zhou Su's last chance to chat with him. He opened the bedroom door and let the light in again, blocking out the sunlight.
Zhou Su put his phone on the table, leaned back on the sofa and sighed. He couldn't understand what sin he had committed to give birth to such a son. It would be better for him to have a dog that would wag its tail at him when he came home.
It was a pity that her short-lived father died too early. If she wanted to blame him, she had to run to a faraway grave to burn paper for him, and he didn't even tell her about his dream.
Leaving only such a difficult son by her side.
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There is no main light in Li Jinglang's bedroom. There are several small lights arranged in a row around the room. Usually only two of them are turned on, which is enough for him to see the desk clearly. The rest of the room is still shrouded in darkness.
The room was so quiet that even the clock ticked silently. The mobile phone on the table was not on silent mode. It usually made no sound at all, and even harassing calls were seldom received. It seemed that no matter what happened, he was already half out of touch with the world.
He stared at the ceiling for a long while, and finally took out an old mobile phone from the last drawer under the table. He had reassembled the outer shell, which was as clumsy as a brick and barely usable.
Li Jinglang did not register an account on any public social platform, not because he was a loner and did not like to participate in any activities in the presence of living people, but because he did not want to leave too many traces. The spare mobile phone without a card locked in the drawer was slid to the last screen and showed a variety of social software, both domestic and foreign. He logged in as a visitor for each one, without any followers, with an empty list and browsing history cleaned up regularly.
The only access space is to an account with the ID 'ab糖'.
He forgot that he had never bothered to do such a thing before.
It started on the first Sunday after Tang Ningyue returned to China. His stagnant life was suddenly illuminated by her dazzling light, making him feel uncomfortable all over. The first time he saw her, resentment filled all his senses. She was so intimate with him as if they had never been apart, and even knew everything about him.
But he knew nothing about her. This feeling of loss of security made him physically resist and instantly triggered his reactionary skills. However, all he did did not achieve any results as he expected. Instead, it turned him into a rat who only dared to hide behind the screen and grit his teeth secretly.
Tang Ningyue is very active on social media platforms. She posts different business photos on each platform, targeting different groups of people: customers, friends, family, and... fishing.
Many of her posts were deleted from her account due to violations, and many people in the comment section spoke up for her. Li Jinglang read almost every comment, carefully reviewed it, and even gave his own evaluation.
But it did not reduce the number of times he reported her.
Who allowed this platform to report posts at will without real-name authentication? We can't blame it for maintaining order on the Internet.
Today, the client-only platform posted a group photo of her, Duan Jiayu, and the staff. The background was a mountain paddleboard activity center. It was probably taken by a staff member. It was a full-view of everyone, and the text was very official. It easily passed his review. The same was true for the next few photos. Except for zooming in to look at the faces, the others were just glanced at.
The only thing she has been consistent with is fishing. The photos in today's new post are still eye-catching. Tang Ningyue is wearing a shiny silver swimsuit that hangs on her body and barely covers a few pieces of flesh. The decorative circle in the middle almost squeezes out the fat on her chest. She is half-kneeling on the paddle board with a bright smile. The mountains and rivers are just the background wall.
Tang Ningyue rarely replies to others in the comment section, but today, she left a mark in the comment section for the first time.
tears of clouds:【You are still so beautiful.】
absugar: [Do you regret breaking up with me? ]
tears of clouds: [It was you who dumped me. ]
absugar: [Ah, sorry, I forgot.]
A few words made Li Jinglang's heart start to stir again, and the more he read, the more upset he became.
Li Jinglang's temples were throbbing wildly. After clicking on that person's homepage and seeing the photo of him and Tang Ningyue, the string in his head completely broke.
The butterfly effect caused by a small quarrel completely erupted in his sensitive heart, escalating continuously, and finally dug up all the wounds that had just healed, causing blood to flow like a river.
Li Jinglang's reports were not always successful. In the new era, people are free to dress and take photos. Her eyes are bold and her movements are generous, which does not meet the official restrictions at all. The comment section is full of girls praising her. Occasionally, there are a few people who make dirty jokes, but they have been reported by him and their accounts have been cancelled. Just like what he cursed in the private message - where did this mad dog come from that chases and bites others?
It was already twelve o'clock, and the phone entered the report page again. He supported his head and stared at the screen interface for a long time without being able to click the button. This ridiculous thing always makes people feel embarrassed, not to mention people like him.
When he finally made the decision to take action, there was a sudden loud thunder outside. The lightning was like a thunderbolt and instantly illuminated the room. Even the thick curtains could not escape it. The deep blue light rolled around, making him nowhere to hide. It was more embarrassing than a cat that was caught stealing fish. He couldn't even run away with his tail between his legs. He could only endure it.
Li Jinglang glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, and finally landed on the reflector of the model next to him, which reflected his pale and unhealthy face and the thin skin tightly attached to his cheekbones.
While he was in a daze, the phone on the table flashed a prompt that it was about to shut down automatically. Li Jinglang withdrew his gaze and came to his senses. Ten seconds were up and he saw his face on the black screen again.
"Oh...."
He sneered, as if he had come to his senses from his own neurotic behavior.
He couldn't find any excuses for himself. He could only say that he was still stubborn and had been fooled by her words, thinking that he could go back to the way things were before.
It was raining heavily outside. He opened the window to let the cold wind blow in. The cold raindrops hit his exposed skin, which seemed to make him more awake.
The broken model airplane from last time was still on the table. The propeller had fallen off and was lying in pieces on his table. Li Jinglang stared at it for a long time. When the next thunder sounded, he pulled out the broken propeller from the propeller. The moment the lightning struck, it hit him directly on the side of his jaw.
It felt like being scratched by a blade, and it was even more painful than being scratched by the rotating paddle in the morning. His own shadow was reflected on the floor-to-ceiling window. Li Jinglang stared at the swollen half of his face in the image. The marks like cat scratches were terrifyingly red.
But it doesn't make me feel better.
He really wanted to pull the shadow on the window out, drag him down and question him.
Are you awake?
Are you still making trouble?
Have you learned your lesson?
But this kind of anger would only show up when she treated him coldly. Once she showed up with her pretended gentleness and holy light, all the plans he had reviewed hundreds of times late at night would be invalidated.
You only feel the pain when you are hit on the body. Once the scar heals, it will recur. Only by constantly tearing open the scab and reminding yourself repeatedly can you not forget it. The paddle in your hand is still sharp, and when you hold it in your hand, you can still recall the pain just now.
He stared at his own reflection in the window, his eyes filled with mockery. His emotions surged for a few moments before he finally let out a few soft words, "Tang Ningyue..."
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