Rebirth: Bringing the System to Find a Husband

Chapter 208

What should he tell her?He is happy that he has someone who understands.

She tilted her head and smiled at him, her expression full of joy. She said: "There are thousands of faces in the world. You don't have to follow me. You will have other places to go and see other scenery." , you are different from Jiang Rixi. If you want to write a realistic book, you have to go to the bottom of society and see countless different things. Now that the studio has just started, I can’t do it yet, but believe me, at most Three years, after three years, I will grant you a sum of money every year to let you go wherever you want."

She has already sketched out the future for him, he must be said to be touched in his heart, he finally said: "Thank you."

The scene that followed was just a flash. For a person, there are very few memorable things.

However, it didn't take long for the next thing that stuck deep in his memory.

One afternoon, after he finished typing, he went out for a walk outside the villa. He walked to the back of the living room and heard voices. He didn't rush in, but just listened there.

Later, a man and a woman came out, as if they wanted to say something. Seeing him standing there, wanting to speak, he shook his head, so they didn't make any sound.

There were still voices inside, and he listened quietly.

However, listening to it, he still couldn't help it, pushed the door in, walked to the living room, and said, "I want to go too."

He does want to go.

He has ulterior motives.

He wants to leave her for a while, and come back when he becomes better and better.

Otherwise, in her memory, he will always be poor and unfulfilling. Only when he leaves, changes, and comes back, will she look at herself with new eyes.

Yes, he revered her and believed in her, as if facing the god in his heart, but he also wanted to touch his god so dirty.

The combination of reverence for God and love for women made him wonder how to choose.

She looked over, he was a little embarrassed, but subconsciously straightened his back, and he didn't want anyone to pity him, especially her.

He said: "You promised me to let me look around."

She smiled and said, "I didn't refuse either."

She spoke but looked at another person, her eyes were full of dependence, she relied on the old man in front of her.

He realized this, and his heart was full of frustration.

The man smiled helplessly and dotingly: "Silly girl, I just love to giggle."

"Stupid people are blessed with stupidity, Dad." She laughed.

The jealousy in Xi Fu's heart was shocked when he heard this sentence. If he had known that this was her father, why would he be jealous? He asked strangely, "Didn't your father have a stroke?"

She looked at him, and jokingly said: "Because my filial piety touched the world, so God let my father get better."

He knew that he had spoken too much, and when he heard her say that, he stopped talking nonsense.

He said a few words to her and went upstairs.

He just pretended to go upstairs, and wanted to listen to the corner again.

Just listen to her: "Dad, you took him to Paris, you can't bully him. He is very talented."

Her father didn't take it seriously, and the perfunctory tone in his tone was exactly the same as when she was perfunctory. He only said: "There are too many talented people, heh, not to mention that this kid's psychological endurance is too poor."

But she was speaking for him: "All literati are always noble and sensitive. Only in this way can they write works that will last forever."

When he heard this, he went upstairs, and his heart was full of joy.

She defended him, and that was enough for him to be happy.

He went back to the room to pack his things, lay on the bed for a while, and then got up to look for her. He was so excited that he was calm at all, so he knocked on her door based on his excitement.

She opened the door and didn't let him in, but stood outside the door and said, "What's the matter?"

He understood her defense against him, and women should be more wary of men.

It's just that she asked him, but he didn't know how to answer. He was coping with it, thinking about how to answer, and he subconsciously said: "It's nothing...Mr. Zhao, I'm leaving tomorrow. I don't know if I leave Return date, I don’t know when I will see you again. So, I want to say thank you.”

She said her name was Zhao Rui, but he didn't dare to call her any intimately, he only dared to call her Mr. Zhao in a polite and distant manner.

She did not speak.

What she wanted from him was never the word thank you, he knew it, but he couldn't give anything else.His only talent is useless.Sometimes he felt clumsy and cumbersome, completely unable to afford her deep friendship.

She comforted him gently: "Xi Fu, if you followed your father to Paris, you must listen to him. If you have any ideas, discuss them with your father more. He seems cold, but he is easy to talk to. I still say the same thing , it is always right for people to read more books. Moreover, life insights are not only found at the grassroots level, but can be found everywhere. You are talented, and it is God who gives you food. I am very optimistic about you."

She said so much, but he only remembered what she said "I am very optimistic about you".

She had high hopes for him, and when he realized this, he felt joy and fear at the same time, like a little girl who was just beginning to fall in love, not at all as decisive as a man.

He couldn't help asking her: "What if, I... I let you down?"

She looked at him with firm eyes: "Xi Fu, you have to remember, no matter how difficult life is, don't give up your efforts and dreams. You think about your dreams. This is your dream, not mine. I hope you No regrets."

Her firm gaze made him seem to be firm.

He said, "Thank you."

He left, he followed her dad to France.

Perhaps it was because she had greeted him in advance. Although her father was indifferent to him, he had arranged everything for her, allowing him to go back to school in the most famous university in Paris, France, and privately arranged for him a French teacher. Step by step, he was able to live well in France.

He never thought that he would one day.

She was so nice to him.

Every time he dreamed back at midnight, he would think of her.

The more I think about her, the more I understand my uselessness, so I can't speak, I just feel uncomfortable.

He is not good enough for her.

No matter how many times he thinks of her in a day, every time it deepens his inferiority complex.

He knew that maybe, as she said, one day, the whole world would look up to him for his brilliance, but even then, he would still not be worthy of her.

He is like a poor child, someone gave him a piece of cake, he shyly wiped his hands clean, but the moment he stretched out his hand, he saw that the mud and black marks on his hands were still there, He wanted to withdraw his hand shyly, but someone forced the cake to him.But he didn't even dare to lift his head, didn't even dare to say thank you, for fear of offending him.

He thought that he cared too much about her, so careful that he cared so much that he refused to be abrupt.

(End of this chapter)