shallow affection

Jian Qingli stood in front of an old villa, looking in through the metal fence under the cover of a clump of green bamboo.He was very nervous, and kept wiping the sweat off his palms on his pants, his eyes focused eagerly and tremblingly.

This building is not familiar to him, he has only been here twice in his life, and the second time is now, sneaking and sneaking, like a little thief with evil intentions.

Hearing the sound of footsteps behind him, Jian Qingli hurriedly stood up straight, pretending that he was just passing by, and happened to find that the flowers and plants in the villa were flourishing and fragrant, so he stopped to admire them.

Not long after, the sound of footsteps disappeared, and the surroundings became quiet again. Jian Qingli clenched his fists and took a deep breath, making up his mind to walk towards the entrance of the villa.

The gate of the courtyard was open, and there was a distance of ten meters between the two-story building. Big willow trees and some flowers and plants were planted in the open space, and two parking spaces were designated.Jian Qingli walked slowly, but without hesitation. The journey was like a mountain of knives and a sea of ​​fire, which caused him pain and unbearable pain, but he knew that some things could not be avoided and had to be completed.

The closer he got to the villa, the moister his palms became. When Jian Qingli rang the doorbell, his heart beat wildly uncontrollably.

For the person he is about to face, he has deep guilt, deep fear, deep grievance and deep pity.Each of these feelings is very intense, and he must manage them as well as possible, not to repeat the mistakes of four years ago.

The door opened, but the nanny was not there, it was Yang Tong who opened it himself.

When Jian Qingli saw her, he tilted his neck back reflexively. Before the range of movement became obvious, he used reason to overcome instinct and showed a stiff and jerky smile: "Hello, auntie."

In a short time, Yang Tong's eyes changed.Jian Qingli was anxious and stood stiffly, ready to be slapped again, but for some reason, Yang Tong didn't attack immediately, although the skin on her face twitched due to anger, and the back of the hand holding the door frame protruded blue. blood vessels, but she didn't curse or slap her face, she just stared at Jian Qingli with hatred, her chest heaving slightly.

"Is there a guest?" A mellow male voice sounded from the living room.

Yang Tong swallowed his saliva, his expression became a little flustered, the man didn't wait for an answer, he stepped forward to check the situation, and asked with a smile: "This is it?"

"Old Tan, you go back first, I'm sorry, I have something urgent."

Tan Jingsong noticed Yang Tong's strange reaction, and couldn't help expressing his concern, but Yang Tong didn't want him to get close, so he said goodbye coldly, with an impatient expression on his face, so he had to leave full of doubts, and nodded to Jian Qingli before leaving .

When Tan Jingsong's back completely disappeared in the boulevard, Yang Tong's accumulated anger had already missed the best time to explode.She still hated the young man in front of her, but the urge to use force had subsided.

Jian Qingli smelled the easing of the situation, calmed down, and resolutely said what was in her heart: "Auntie, I came today to apologize to you. Four years ago, I caused great harm to you with my unscrupulous words. I am very sorry." Sorry, I hope you can forgive me."

Yang Tong let out a "hmph, hum" laugh from the tip of his nose, with a mocking expression on his face, and every "hum" was accompanied by a slight shake of his shoulders.

"Auntie, Fang Mingzhan and I really love each other. I know it's hard for you to accept it. You can hate me as much as you want, but please don't say things like cutting off relations with him. He is your son and he will be very sad. "

"Sad?" Yang Tong repeated these two words, and suddenly screamed, "Don't you know why he is sad? Who is the cause of this trouble between me and him? Just because of you little bitch, you Now come to me and pretend to be a good person?"

"I didn't," Jian Qingli met her gaze, her calves trembled slightly, her bloodless lips trembled for a while, she managed to calm down, and said in a low voice, "I'm here to apologize. Auntie, I know my mother I'm sorry, you will think of the past pain when you see me, but... I don't want to make you sad, if possible, I would rather not be born in the first place, really, really. There is no way to turn back time now , how do you want me to make it up? I can kneel and kowtow for you, whatever I want, but please, I love Fang Mingzhan, please don’t tear us apart..."

Jian Qingli leaned against the outer wall of the villa and sniffed violently. He heard the sound of gurgling, and tears flowed down his throat.

"Hahaha," Yang Tong's eyes were so red, she let out a sharp and strange laugh, and walked slowly from the door to the living room, "You still have the face to beg me? If you really feel sorry for me, you should talk to Fang Ming Stack split!"

Jian Qingli wiped away her tears, and retorted hoarsely and timidly: "Auntie, but Fang Mingzhan also loves me."

"Then let him love someone else!"

"I can't do it, Auntie, love is selfish... just like you can't tolerate Fang Yulang loving others."

Yang Tong fell into the sofa exhaustedly, covered his face and shouted hoarsely, "Get out!"

Jian Qingli hesitated for a moment, gritted her teeth and walked into the villa, standing two meters away from Yang Tong, looking at the crying woman helplessly, not knowing how to comfort her.

He took out two tissues for Yang Tong, Yang Tong waved them down, angrily asked him why he still didn't leave, and said that it was because of him that Fang Mingzhan became what he is now. He must have a sense of accomplishment for his own mother to sever ties.

Jian Qingli couldn't stand this kind of injustice, she blushed and argued: "I didn't!"

Yang Tong stared at him, hating him more and more: "Get out of here quickly! Get out of here with Fang Mingzhan, and don't bother me again in this life!" While talking, he pushed Jian Qingli.

Jian Qingli fell to the ground and struggled to stand up, but Yang Tong held his arm and dragged him towards the door.

"Mom, what are you doing!" Fang Mingzhan hurried in, pulled Yang Tong away, and helped Jian Qingli up.There were a few bright red fingerprints on Jian Qingli's wrist, he frowned when he saw it, and his expression became a little irritable.

Jian Qingli scratched his palm and whispered "I'm fine".

Fang Mingzhan grabbed his wrist, pulled him behind him, and looked at Yang Tong with a cold face.

The villa fell into dead silence. Half a minute later, Fang Mingzhan sighed: "Mom, what on earth do you want? How can Jian Qingli feel sorry for you? Can you not count the grievances of your previous generation on our juniors."

"Don't call me mom, I'm not your mother." Yang Tong regained his composure and arrogance, and took out a handkerchief to wipe off the eye makeup. "Since you want to be with him, get out of my house."

"Do you really think you are a qualified mother?" Fang Mingzhan looked at her quietly, his eyes gradually lost focus, as if he was recalling some past events, and after a while, he became cold and deep again.

"I gave birth to you and raised you. I am not qualified? I think you are ungrateful!"

Yes, she did give birth to him, but how did she raise him?How much maternal love did you give?

"When I was seven years old, on your and Fang Yulang's wedding anniversary, he promised to go home for dinner, but he didn't come in very late, saying that he was working overtime. After eight o'clock, I was hungry, so I picked up chopsticks to eat, and suddenly you Temper, just knock the porridge on me, do you remember?"

Fang Mingzhan's tone was flat, as if he was telling someone else's story.He still remembers that when the nanny took him to change clothes and scrub his body, he asked sadly if I was born to my mother.The nanny cried, put her arms around him and said why not?Don't hold grudges against your wife, she has her own difficulties.

Fang Mingzhan doesn't hold grudges, but he remembers them all.

Jian Qingli's eyelashes were wet in locks, and her nose was red.Fang Mingzhan heard the sound of sobbing, turned his head and saw this scene, and suddenly felt regretful, he shouldn't have dug out those old grains and rotten sesame seeds, and made him sad for no reason.

Yang Tong maintained a stiff sitting posture, and the expression on her face was enough to prove that she had forgotten this trivial matter, but she didn't dare to accuse Fang Mingzhan of lying rashly, so she had no choice but to face it head-on: "What about you, you were born by me, but you were born by me, Watching me and Xiaosan have a good time, are you worthy of me!"

Jian Qingli took a step forward, stood side by side with Fang Mingzhan, and said boldly: "Auntie, between relatives, is it necessary to care about being sorry?"

"It's not your turn to teach me!" Impulsively, Yang Tong picked up the fruit plate on the coffee table and threw it at Jian Qingli.

There were two bright red apples on the plate, and a shiny fruit knife. The scabbard was separated from the blade, each drawing arcs in the air, and stabbing towards Jian Qingli neatly.

Jian Qingli saw the metal flashing close at hand, and instinctively wanted to avoid it, but his limbs were so stiff that he couldn't move. At the very moment, he covered his eyes with one hand.

Jian Qingli couldn't see it, but she could really feel the temperature of the palm and the violent spasm.

"Oh my god, what's going on here? Where's Mr. Tan?" The nanny's exclamation came at the same time as the sound of metal falling to the ground. Jian Qingli pulled Fang Mingzhan's hand away and saw a long gash across the back of his hand. It's bleeding out.

Yang Tong's face turned pale with horror, he raised a fist to his lips, his eyes were wide open.In her rage, she picked up the object in front of her as a weapon, but she had absolutely no intention of hurting her son.

Jian Qingli pulled a lot of tissues to stop Fang Mingzhan's bleeding, but the red color was still soaked through the snow white.The nanny shook her head, stitches are needed for such a wound, go to the hospital quickly!

"Let me do it." Fang Mingzhan removed Jian Qingli's clumsy fingers, and threw the blood-stained tissue into the trash, "You drive."

When they left the villa, Yang Tong subconsciously took a step after them, but he couldn't keep up after all.

On the wide road, the front of the Buick was crooked, drawing a winding track.Jian Qingli was sitting upright, his sweaty palms were slippery, and he couldn't hold the steering wheel, because he couldn't spare his hands to wipe his tears, so he could only keep blinking to keep his vision clear.

Fang Ming laughed at him: "Why do you cry like this, I don't even feel pain."

Jian Qingli stared at the road ahead without saying a word.

Fang Mingzhan said again: "Slow down, you are going to die in love with me."

"Don't talk!" Jian Qingli scolded him, stepping on the gas pedal harder.

After arriving at the hospital, Jian Qingli calmed down a bit, and took the initiative to register, pay fees, and get medicines. Fang Mingzhan's face was gray due to blood loss, and he sat on a stool waiting for the doctor to sew needles.

Jian Qingli was also there when the stitches were being stitched, and he tilted his head and didn't dare to look closely. Those needles seemed to be stuck in his heart, causing him to bite his lip in pain.

After bandaging the wound, they sat for a while in the small garden in front of the outpatient building.Jian Qingli held Fang Mingzhan's arm, as if she was serving an elderly man, she moved carefully, for fear of bumping somewhere.

Fang Mingzhan was moved and funny, he put his arms around Jian Qingli's waist and pressed hard, forcing him to sit on his lap.

Jian Qingli was sullen, his eyes lingered on the gauze of his left hand all the time, regretful, "I shouldn't have told you."

"Why shouldn't it? It's a good thing you said it." Fang Mingzhan patted the back of his head, and still felt terrified when he thought of the previous scene, "Next time you dare to mess around, I really want to punish you."

Before Jian Qingli went out to find Yang Tong, she sent Fang Mingzhan a WeChat message, "I want to talk to your mother."At that time, Fang Mingzhan was in a meeting. He didn't see the news until the meeting was over, and left the company right away.Fortunately, he arrived in time and moved fast enough when the danger occurred, otherwise he could not imagine what the consequences would be if the blade was scratched on Jian Qingli's eyelid.

"I thought I could reconcile with her, alas..." Jian Qingli sighed melancholy, scraped her fingernails lightly on the gauze, and changed the topic, "You're going to have a scar on the back of your hand."

Fang Mingzhan looked calm, "Stay as long as you stay, it doesn't matter."

"I see," Jian Qingli suddenly realized, and squinted at him angrily, "You are trying to use this scar to threaten me to be devoted to you!"

"That's not enough." Fang Mingzhan paused for a moment, with a slightly wicked smile, "and threatened you on the bed."

"Despicable," Jian Qingli grabbed his collar and shook it coquettishly, "Fang Mingzhan, you are so despicable."

The afternoon sun was warm and warm, and they cuddled together, basking in the sun quietly.Some words lingered in Jian Qingli's heart, he couldn't bear it anymore, and finally asked Fang Mingzhan, why didn't you tell me when your mother abused you when you were young?His tone was full of resentment and untrustworthy grievances.

"It's not abuse. She didn't abuse me. It's just that she has a bad temper occasionally."

"Really?" Jian Qingli held Fang Mingzhan's face, stared straight into his eyes, and refused to let go.

"real."

Only then did Jian Qingli relieve the burden in her heart.After a while, he said, "Actually, there is one more thing that I have been wanting to ask all these years."

Fang Mingzhan raised his chin, signaling for him to speak directly and not to hide it.

"Do you hate my mother?"

Fang Mingzhan didn't expect this question, thought for two seconds, shook his head, "I don't hate it."

He really doesn't hate Ye Xiang.In the few times they met, Fang Mingzhan's curiosity towards this woman was always greater than his hostility.She is different from her own mother. Yang Tong is a career woman, strong, independent, decisive, and unambiguous, while Ye Xiang seems to have no skills other than a pretty face, and is completely dependent on the old man.The strange thing is that whenever Fang Mingzhan has a weak impression of her, she can always show a flexible character in the corners of life, which is really unpredictable.

The last time Fang Mingzhan saw Ye Xiang was in Cuiye Park. Jian Qingli heard the conversation between two adults that day, and the secret was finally hidden. Fang Yulang panicked, but Ye Xiang was surprisingly calm.On the way back, Fang Yulang kept sighing, and said to his son with an apologetic face, "I will talk to your mother about some things, so don't worry about it, okay?"

Fang Mingzhan was noncommittal, but remained silent in the end.He did this not only for Jian Qingli, but also to repay the little kindness Ye Xiang once gave. It was a few years ago, when they met on the street, Ye Xiang pointed to his trousers and told the old man that children grow fast, so they should buy them. One size bigger pants.

Fang Mingzhan lowered his head and looked blankly at his exposed ankle. He didn't notice this detail, neither did the nanny and mother, but Ye Xiang did.

Jian Qingli said: "You don't have to lie to me, it doesn't matter if you hate her, I can tell."

His forehead was pressed against Fang Mingzhan's collarbone, and Fang Mingzhan moved slightly, and his chin touched his hair, which was soft and warmed by the sun.

"I really don't hate. Besides, the grievances between the three of them have nothing to do with us, so don't think about it anymore."

Jian Qingli understood, but she couldn't get over the hurdle in her heart. After all, Yang Tong was Fang Mingzhan's few remaining relatives.

"Aren't you also my relative?" Fang Mingzhan pulled Jian Qingli's arm, pulled the limp little fox a distance away, looked at his clear and sly black eyes, and held his lips ambiguously, "Call Brother Sheng, come and listen."

Jian Qingli was rarely shy, and abruptly changed the subject, saying let's go home.He stood up, stomped his feet, and dragged Fang Mingzhan to the parking lot. Under the sun, two slender shadows cuddled tightly together.