Novel website. Ling Yong rarely expressed his emotions, and this time he had mustered up all his courage to do so. Unexpectedly, his sister remained unmoved, which made him feel somewhat aggrieved. He then boldly expressed his anger and pride.
"I don't want the money!"
He wiped away his tears, turned his bike around, and wobbled as he rode back home.
His mother wants money, but he doesn't.
If she accepts the money, her sister will have absolutely no connection with that family anymore.
He didn't yet understand the significance of this matter, but he already vaguely sensed that the consequences would be severe.
Linghu Lan: "..."
Why don't you just go all out and be dark? I could easily push you into the abyss.
She sighed silently and said, "Wait for me, I'll go back with you."
Ling Yong stopped the car, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, but when he met Linghu Lan's calm and unwavering gaze, the surprise vanished.
He realized that she wanted to go back and settle things, not to return to that home.
On the road.
Ling Yong rode his bicycle with Linghu Lan on the back, and Linghu Lan accepted it calmly and without complaint.
The two-hour journey was conducted in complete silence.
Ling Yong wanted to tell some funny stories from his childhood, but in the end, he found there was nothing to tell: those joys always hid scars.
As they approached Wangzhang Village, they could vaguely see Zhang Huixiang's small shop, and Linghu Lan jumped down.
"Go ahead!"
"Sister, aren't you coming back with me?" Ling Yong's tears, which had finally dried in the wind, started flowing again.
"No, you take the money and give it to her."
"Sister, I don't want it! Please don't mention money again." Ling Yong felt extremely embarrassed.
"The money isn't for you, it's for her. I'm spending this money to buy myself some peace of mind."
Buy some peace of mind.
Ling Yong knew about Zhang Huixiang's antics; he felt as if a piece of cotton was stuck in his throat, making it hard for him to breathe.
He took the money, but felt so weak that he couldn't hold it.
Go!
Linghu Lan's voice was soft and gentle.
Ling Yong mustered his courage and said, "Sister, take the money and run. Run as far away as possible, to a place where Mom can't find you."
Linghu Lan: "..."
What a silly child.
What you can't reach is called the distant place; what you can't return to is called your hometown.
Why leave your hometown if you can solve things with money?
Her heart softened a little, and she said softly, "You call me 'sister,' and I have three things to tell you. You must remember them well, as they will affect you for the rest of your life."
"Sister, tell me! I swear, I will remember it perfectly, and memorize it like a textbook."
"First, study hard and try your best to get into a foreign country."
"Second, regardless of whether you pass the exam or not, never marry a woman named Zhang Qiumei."
"Third, five or four years ago, whenever Zhao Donghe sold his family's small restaurant, you absolutely had to buy it, no matter the price. Do you understand?"
These words sounded strange and Ling Yong couldn't understand them, but he couldn't help but take Linghu Lan's words seriously and nodded solemnly.
"Sister, I've got it. I'll never forget it, even if you kill me."
Go!
People were coming and going on the road. Ling Yong hesitated for a moment, then Linghu Lan gave him a push on the bike. He rode off wobbly for a few steps before stopping again.
Linghu Lan waved to him.
Ling Yong burst into tears again and left crying.
Linghu Lan sighed softly. Ling Yong was Ling Yun's lifelong torment, but also her only remaining warmth. It was truly a struggle.
She watched Ling Yong enter the house before turning back.
As soon as I turned around, I ran into an acquaintance: Zhao Donghe.
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