After Becoming a Little |

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"I don't understand."

"...Don't lie to yourself."

"I--"

"She likes you." Lu Wuxia gestured to Zhanlan, who was standing beside him at a loss, with his chin: "It's been so many years, you should know..."

Zhan Lan's face was a little pale, her eyes were wide open, but her hands were helplessly grasping the corners of her clothes, and she looked down at the carpet unnaturally.

Lu Wuxia came over, squatted in front of Ai Rulong, and looked at him.

Ai Rulong's eyes were flushed: "No - if there is anything, you can tell me, no matter how difficult it is, we can handle it together!"

"I have to say, I really loved you back then, and I don't regret it now."

Lu Wuxia looked deeply into his eyes, touched his cheek with his hand, and then pressed his forehead against his forehead, whispering: "But ah... I can't stop, Rulong, you understand what I mean , I am not suitable for you...and I am not good enough for you."

She has always been proud, and this pride comes from Huanxiguan, from her invincible master, and from her own ability.

An inevitable drawback of biological evolutionary civilization is that social status will be separated with the intensity of individual evolution.

It's like the Nascent Soul monster looking down on the Elder Jindan, and the people in the fairy world looking down on the noobs in the world-although all these things will not be as superficial as in the novel, and the contradictions will not be so obvious, but they do exist.

The full-level bosses in the game still look down on the Mengxin trumpet—unless this is an old-age game that is extremely lacking in Mengxin.

In that case, Mengxin can become a scarce resource and be carefully cared for by a group of bigwigs.

For example, Alia, who was still a rookie, fell into the hell world and met the queen of the abyss dragon.

The most extravagant training she has ever enjoyed in her life was being taken by the queen of the abyss dragon to brush the dungeon of the abyss dragon clan - those giant dragons are more than ten meters long, but they can only symbolically spray a small fireball the size of a fist on her. play.

It's like a full-level shield warrior carrying the attack of the entire abyss dungeon, telling Xiao Mengxin that he can try to press the space bar at this time, which is the key for jumping.

This is also a kind of love, a kind of twisted love.

Lu Wuxia was strong back then, and loved Ai Rulong with such feelings.

But at the same time, she has always been inferior emotionally.

All she can do is to cover up her low self-esteem with a haughty appearance, and even become strong and indifferent.

Throughout their emotional experience, it can be seen from Mr. Yanqi's perspective that she has been standing in front of Ai Rulong and protecting him.

General Hei Jiying was beaten by her eight times that year, and one of the members of the Tengu Association in the Japanese financial industry dared not look around.

But people always grow up...

The conflict between Ai Rulong and her back then was on the surface an irreconcilable family relationship between the domineering president and the heroine.

But in fact, it inevitably involves her fear and unfamiliarity with Ai Rulong's success...

Perhaps in the eyes of a third party, this is an incomprehensible mentality, but it is not difficult to understand if you change the role.

A husband, strong, strong, tough.

He doesn't reveal his strength, like a superman disguised as a reporter sheltering his favorite colleagues.

--harmonious family.

The wife has a little achievement of her own, has plans for the future, and is an independent and self-reliant existence.

This is good, everyone is fighting together, and he is confident that he will succeed in making this family more perfect.

However, one day suddenly, he found that his wife was immersed in career and struggle, and devoted herself to it.

He was jealous, thinking that he was so powerful, why did she work so hard?

But his wife succeeded, a huge property was born, and she had amazing wealth overnight.

He began to become confused, he was still the same as before, but his strength and his affluence were of no help to his wife's career.

The wife no longer needs him.

He began to have disagreements with his wife, and his wife started to turn around, trying to make him stop his steps and let him stay at home with his wife and children.

Anger, unwillingness, confusion, loss - divorce.

Perhaps at first, this was just a calm means decided by both parties.

But from that day on, his wife's career has taken off in an attitude of taking off, and she has entered the business world brazenly, and there is almost no enemy in the business world.

Every time he looked back, he could only see his wife standing higher and higher and walking further and further away.

So he closed his feelings, determined to continue to walk his own way, to achieve his goal.

He has an unknown strength, no one in the dark world can stop him, even mountains of swords, fires, seas of blood, and bloody winds, nothing can stop him.

But what's the use of this?

The wife doesn't need it -- no one needs it.

Except for himself...

This 'he' is Lu Wuxia.

Lu Wuxia did not hesitate to travel all over the world, looking for useful things because of her master.

But this has nothing to do with her relationship with Ai Rulong.

That's why she said, in fact, now, she is no longer worthy of Ai Rulong.

It's just that she still clung on and refused to let go, which made both of their hearts ache.

She can't give Ai Rulong anything, the gap between them is not just as simple as a certificate.

"Don't think so much, I can still be your friend." Lu Wuxia retracted her body, with tears in the corners of her eyes, but a brisk expression on her face: "Women forty tofu dregs, men forty-one flowers—— Give yourself a chance to enjoy a more suitable life."

She reached out and grabbed Zhanlan's hand, and put it on the back of Ai Rulong's hand: "She is very suitable for you, really... I am still Xiaoya's mother, but Xiaoya also needs a gentler mother, and a family."

Ai Rulong lowered his head, his face cast a shadow by the light above his head.

His expression couldn't be seen clearly, but there were blue veins on his hands from excessive force.

Lu Wuxia's hand hurt from his grasp.

"It's always been like this..." He whispered in a low voice.

Lu Wuxia frowned slightly: "What did you say?"

"It's always been like this!

Ai Rulong pulled her who was squatting in front of her, and pressed her on the sofa: "You have always been like this!" "

"?!"

Lu Wuxia wanted to struggle subconsciously, but she was afraid of hurting Ai Rulong, so he was firmly suppressed by him for a while.

"What do you take me for? Huh? An innocent high school student? Saying such selfish things, and then expecting me to follow suit?!"

"I--"

"I like you! It has nothing to do with what you think!"

"..."

"Alia is not just your daughter, her surname is Ai! She is also my daughter! Why do you make decisions for her? You have always been like this! Always do things according to your own ideas!"

Ai Rulong pressed Lu Wuxia's hand tightly with both hands, and the latter was just lying on the sofa, with silver-white hair scattered behind him.

She turned her face slightly, not daring to look at the furious Ai Rulong, the exposed smooth neck was like a piece of flawless white jade.

"Who do I, Ai Rulong like! That's because I like it! Not because you think I like it!"

He raised his hand to pinch his ex-wife's chin, and twisted her face back: "Am I missing a woman? I just need one sentence, do you know how many women will throw themselves into their arms?"

Lu Wuxia's eyes flickered slightly, and his eyes changed from panic to a little dangerous.

But Ai Rulong didn't know, he was still angry: "What are you talking about to find a suitable mother for Liya--I will pay for it! Hiring her to act as a good mother for a lifetime, I can't afford this money? Please Can't find such a good actor? Or can't build a perfect illusion for my daughter?!"

"...What about Zhanlan?"

"She—" Ai Rulong got stuck instantly.

The rising anger seemed to have been pulled from the bottom of the pyre, and it weakened in an instant.

"She likes you, and you just hang on to her without any response?"

"...Not all feelings can be responded to."

Ai Rulong's momentum weakened, he said with a complicated expression, and let go of Lu Wuxia's hand.

But Lu Wuxia didn't move, just lying on the sofa in such a 'weak' posture, looking at Ai Rulong's flickering side eyes.

"So you actually still like her, right?" She said, and added emphatically: "After all these years... If you didn't like her, why didn't you dare to respond?"

Is Ai Rulong short of women?As long as he wants, there will be no shortage.

But does he lack azure blue?

...he only has one blue.

It was as if there was only one Lu Wuxia.

Zhan Lan stood beside her, covering her mouth, big tears rolled down her cheeks, but there was no sadness in her eyes, only joy.

A joy to be recognized.

It seems that just this is enough.

Turning from defense to offense, Ai Rulong encountered another offensive. He sighed and covered his face: "I... don't know..."

he does not know.

Everybody knows.

Everyone knows that what he doesn't know is actually knowing.

The night wind from outside the window blew in, rolled up the curtains, and stirred a phonograph-shaped player next to the bay window.