Chapter 61
Ji Rang looked at the little girl who was crying herself to death in his arms, his face pale.
It turns out that she is not without connections.
She is not as optimistic as she seems.
It turned out that she was just like herself and was not proud of it.
He used to be extremely worried that when she learned the truth, when she knew the reasons behind all his rebellious behaviors, she would stop chasing him. Just like Fang Xu said, she was proud of it, and he was ashamed of it.
It turns out that’s not the case.
But now that he had glimpsed her true heart and knew that she was the same as himself, he was not very happy.
Her crying almost drove him crazy. If someone told him now to give up his life, he would not feel so sad, and he would definitely give it up without hesitation.
The little girl pressed her forehead against his chin, sobbing and groaning. When she looked up, her tears rubbed his face. Her fingers tightly grasped the corner of his clothes, as if she was grasping at a life-saving straw, and she asked him in a trembling voice: "I shouldn't blame him, right?"
The long-held faith in her eyes was thin and fragile.
On this rainy day, it will be broken into pieces without a single blow.
But when she asked this question, it was clear that she was expecting someone to come forward and mend her faith.
Ji Rang knew that he shouldn't lie.
How could I not blame him?
This resentment had been in his heart for more than ten years, taking root, sprouting, and growing into thorns, becoming an obsession that hurt him whenever he touched it.
But he couldn't let the little girl become like him.
She loved the world and should be treated gently by the world. She was pure and tender, with a flawless heart, and could not fall into the abyss of hatred and pain like him.
Ji Rang lowered his head and kissed her wet eyes, his voice deep and hoarse: "Yes, he is a hero."
He is a hero.
We may not be proud of him, but that doesn't stop him from being a hero.
Ji Rang suddenly remembered that day when his grandfather said to him in a stern voice while he was crying and making a fuss: "He is a soldier first! He is your father secondly! He is his wife's husband! A soldier should do what a soldier should do! That is his mission!"
He has never been able to understand it, and he still resents it to this day.
But when he thought of the photo of the man in police uniform on the tombstone and looked at the little girl in his arms who finally stopped crying because of his words, he suddenly realized.
Being a soldier or a police officer means sacrifice.
The world needs some people who are less selfish.
The rain outside the window finally stopped.
Qi Ying hugged his neck softly. After the tears dried, her eyes looked especially red and watery, which made people feel distressed.
Ji Rang held her up, then went to the bathroom to wet a towel and came over to wipe her face. Her skin was white and tender, and even though the force was very light, it still blushed after being wiped.
It was the first time she cried like this in front of him. She felt a little embarrassed and angry, and lowered her eyes, not daring to look at him.
After Ji Rang wiped her face, he asked her in a low voice, "Are you hungry?"
After all, crying is a very physically demanding thing.
She touched her stomach, feeling a little embarrassed, but still followed her stomach's true thoughts and nodded silently.
He smiled and took her hand: "The rain has stopped, let's go for a midnight snack."
The city was particularly fresh after the heavy rain. Neon lights illuminated the night, stars twinkled in the night sky, and the shops that had just been closed by the heavy rain opened their doors again.
Qi Ying walked on the street and felt that every tree and blade of grass here was so familiar.
Her voice was hoarse and nasal after crying. She pointed to the corner ahead with her little hand and said softly, "There's a beef rice noodle roll restaurant there. It's really delicious."
Ji Rang led her over. The owner of the rice noodle roll shop was putting the rice noodle rolls in the basket. He said, "One serving of beef rice noodle rolls."
The boss said happily: "Okay."
He came over very quickly, and when he saw Qi Yingshi at the door, he smiled and said, "Hey, little sister, you haven't been here for a long time."
Qi Ying also smiled at him obediently.
After finishing the rice noodle rolls, she licked the corner of her mouth and said, "I want to eat the spicy hot pot at the back door of the school."
So Ji Rang took a taxi and took her to Yancheng No. 7 Middle School.
Yanqi looks much older than Haiyi. It is an old key high school in the city. It was founded a hundred years ago and the old teaching buildings are still preserved on the campus.
The wall outside the campus looks old, covered with ivy, and there are unknown purple flowers blooming on the wall.
Ji Rang teased her: "I can climb over two walls of your school at once."
Qi Ying: "Wow, that's amazing."
Ji Rang: “…”
Is the little girl really praising him or insulting him?
The street outside the school was also quite old. The roots of the trees on the street had grown out of the ground, intertwined and enclosed by small stone bricks. Overhead, the branches and leaves were lush and green, with dark green leaves hidden under the street lights, and water was dripping from time to time due to the heavy rain just now.
The spicy hot pot at the back door was still open, and a few students in Yanqi school uniforms were eating and laughing.
The proprietress came over and asked with a smile, "Are you two?"
Ji Rang nodded and took her to sit near the door. Qi Ying was familiar with the place, took the plate to get the food, and asked him softly: "What do you like to eat?"
He said, "I will eat whatever you eat."
She didn't eat too much. The little girl was always easily satisfied. She took two or three skewers of the dishes she liked, handed them to the proprietress, and sat back next to him obediently.
Ji Rang got her a bottle of soy milk, pried open the cap, inserted a straw and handed it to her.
She took two sips, her eyes full of smiles: "So sweet." She leaned closer and said softly: "I liked coming here when I was in junior high school. One time after school, my deskmate and I ate a lot of skewers here and spent all the money we had."
She lowered her head in embarrassment and said, "Later, the boss lady charged me two dollars less, so I had enough money to take the bus home."
Ji Rang almost died of laughter.
Just listening to her reminiscing, I feel that little Yingying was so cute back then.
He held back his smile and touched her head: "Well, the boss lady is really nice. I'm going to eat more today to repay her."
She nodded happily, and after finishing the spicy hot pot, she went to the street in front to buy milk tea. Which store has the most pearls, which store has the best red beans, and which store has the most authentic taste, these are just memories she has never participated in, but she can still remember them like the back of her hand.
They ate her favorite food, walked the path she once walked, and he accompanied her and relived her past.
There was no him in that past, but when she recalls it in the future, she will remember the boy holding her hand and listening to her carefully on that rainy night.
It was almost eleven o'clock in the evening before Ji Rang sent her back to the hotel.
She was a little sleepy, so she pulled at his clothes and rubbed against him as she walked. Ji Rang felt itchy inside, and whispered in her ear, "Brother, can I carry you back home?"
She shook her head and whispered, "I can walk on my own."
After saying that, he rubbed his eyes, straightened his body and cheered himself up.
Ji Rang laughed, knowing that she was shy. After all, there were still people on the street at that time, so he did not force her and sent her all the way back to the hotel room.
Worried about being discovered by his uncle, he didn't stay long. He watched her go back to her room, close the door, and then went downstairs. He lived on the lower floor, and after returning to his room, he took off his wet clothes and hung them up again.
When I lay in bed, I tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.
As soon as he closed his eyes, the heart-breaking look of the little girl appeared in his mind.
He felt like a worthless person, as he had never noticed her pretending to be strong for all this time.
After tossing and turning for half an hour, he got up and called Yu Zhuo.
Yu Zhuo was probably asleep. When he answered the phone, his tone was full of annoyance: "Are you sick to call me so late?"
Ji Rang said calmly, "Let me ask you, has your sister ever done anything unusual before?"
Yu Zhuo was so annoyed: "Are you sick?"
Ji Rang: "Do you want to be beaten? Give me a proper answer!"
There was a rustling sound, as if she had just climbed out of bed, and she asked reluctantly, "What's wrong? She's always been quite normal. The only abnormality is that I don't know why she fell in love with you."
Ji Rang: "Speak nicely to me. She cried so hard when she came back to Yancheng to pay her respects. I'm worried that she might have psychological problems."
Yu Zhuo uttered an “Ah” before coming to his senses. Hesitantly hesitantly said, “No way… She, although her condition was quite serious before, she became very calm after waking up from the suicide attempt. Even the doctor said she was cured.”
The person on the other end of the phone paused.
After a long while, I heard Ji Rang's stiff voice: "What suicide?"
Yu Zhuo was surprised: "You don't know? After my aunt and uncle got into trouble, my sister took sleeping pills and tried to commit suicide, but was later rescued. Maybe after dying once, she slowly accepted it."
Ji Rang bit his tongue until it bled, and his heart ached so much that he almost collapsed.
After a while, he cursed: "She accepts shit."
She just kept her pain to herself.
In order not to make people around me worry anymore.
His baby...
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