Sick Beauty Gives Up Struggle [Rebirth]

Within sight, everything is a joke.

It's just that others see him as a joke, and he sees others as a joke.

Li Rong leaned his neck back, and slowly drank the red wine in the glass in one gulp. After drinking, he casually picked up the small cake on the seat next to him, and ate it like no one else was there.

He is carefully recalling what happened in his previous life.

At that time, his body was even worse. After waking up from the hospital, his spirit seemed to be dead.

He has been sluggish in the villa donated by the court for nearly a month, unable to eat or sleep. There are many things he can't figure out. He doesn't understand why an ordinary drug research and development failure will ferment and evolve into what it is now. He I don't understand why my parents didn't explain publicly, but chose the most extreme death to declare their ambitions.

All these things were so intertwined that he couldn't even find a single exposed thread.

In just three weeks, he had tortured himself to such an extent at home that receiving Song Yuanyuan's birthday party invitation was the only call he could feel from the people around him at that time.

He was actually exhausted, and his soul wandered outside his body, but he went anyway.

That day was very important to Song Yuanyuan. Every girl should have a perfect coming-of-age ceremony, with parents, friends, and loved ones.

At least that's what Song Yuanyuan told him.

Thinking about it now, it was probably because he was afraid that he would not want to go.

He didn't wear a decent dress that day, he didn't have neatly trimmed hair, he was pale and tired, like a prisoner at the end of the road, at a beautifully packaged, extravagant and luxurious birthday party, he looked like a joke in embarrassment.

Then he was ridiculed, humiliated, admired, pitied, indistinct and noisy.

He even knew that his identity was sensitive, so he didn't take the initiative to get close to Song Yuanyuan, didn't cry out for himself and his parents, and didn't beg the elders he knew in the past to lend a helping hand.

He just sat quietly in the corner of the sofa in the hall, with his eyes downcast, numbly listening to all the laughter and laughter, staring at the layers of diamond patterns on the floor in a daze.

Song Yuanyuan also didn't take the initiative to get close to him, as the protagonist of the coming-of-age ceremony, Song Yuanyuan has been surrounded by strong blessings.

She has exquisite makeup and a luxurious dress. She blushes in the frequent compliments. On her index finger, she wears a sparkling rose gold ring.

There is a sweet smell brewing in the air, cheese cream mixed with various perfumes, forcefully occupying every corner, including the edge of the unremarkable sofa where Li Rong is.

The moment the champagne is sprayed, the low-concentration alcohol drips from top to bottom like a drizzle.

Song Yuanyuan screamed coquettishly: "I hate it, I got my clothes wet!"

"How beautiful is Beauty in the Rain!"

"Happy birthday Song Yuanyuan, look at the camera!"

"Oh, you pay so much attention to your image, who do you want to show it to?"

"It's not anyway... Hahahaha don't hit me, I didn't say anything!"

……

Time passed by every minute and every second, Li Rong felt that the birthday party was long and boring, making people drowsy.

His emotions didn't fluctuate at all. Anyone who has experienced great grief and great changes will think that love is the least worth mentioning.

Song Yuanyuan stepped on high heels suddenly, walking towards him step by step from far to near.

Then she passed through him and walked to Cen Xiao's side.

Song Yuanyuan's voice was sweet, and he asked decently and playfully: "Cen Wei, the dance floor is open, would you like to have an opening dance with me?"

Li Rong didn't even raise his eyes, his hair had grown to cover his eyelids, erecting barriers in front of his pupils.

All he knew about Cen Wei was that he was a classmate, at the same table, and his family was a high-ranking member of Lan Shu, who had a very different personality from him, and had a bad relationship with him.

But he felt that Cen Xiao probably didn't like him very much.

I don't know if it's because of the long-standing grudge between Hong Suo and Lan Shu, or when he offended this tablemate.

He heard a smile in Cen Xiao's voice, and replied without thinking: "Okay."

……

Ok.

Li Rong concentrated on eating a whole piece of strawberry mousse. He shook the crumbs on his fingertips, and the tip of his tongue naturally and quickly swept the cream stained on the corners of his lips.

He ate with gusto, lively and fragrant, which made all the guests at a loss.

Song's mother smiled and said: "The children are just joking. There are no boyfriends or girlfriends. Don't stand outside, everyone, go in and dance and have something to eat."

After Song's mother finished speaking, Song Yuanyuan also came down from the small castle.

She dragged her skirt around the small castle, looking for everyone's eyes, and glanced back for some unknown reason.

Song Yuanyuan shook his head slightly.

Li Rong has always been cold and serious, like all scientists who focus on their work and career, they don't pay much attention to dressing up.

Song Yuanyuan's deepest impression on him is that it is clean, simple, like a strangely shaped snowflake under a microscope, which can be seen but cannot be grasped.

Li Rong seemed to be a different person.

The man she saw had a bright smile and a lively expression, more attractive than ever.

Mother Song patted Song Yuanyuan's waist lightly, and said angrily, "What are you looking at, remember to invite Cen Xiao to dance later."

Song Yuanyuan just came back to his senses, looked around, and unexpectedly found that Cen Xiao's clothes today are much more conservative.

She is obviously the one with the strongest family background, yet she wears the most low-key clothes, as if she doesn't want to cause any trouble.

However, Cen Wei was one of the few people who did not look at Li Rong.

Cen Xiao was looking at the little Disney castle with undisguised interest in his eyes.

Song Yuanyuan's cheeks were slightly hot.

Just now she was the only one standing on the small castle, so Cen Xiao was looking at her.

She was indeed dressed beautifully today, and it was only natural that Cen Wei would pay attention to her.

Song Yuanyuan took a deep breath, straightened his chest, and squeezed the honey glaze on his lips.

She has a very strong sixth sense, and Cen Xiao will agree to dance with her.

The guests on the outdoor lawn returned to the hall one by one after hearing Mother Song's words.

The decoration in the hall is even more solemn. Impressionist paintings are newly painted on the walls on all sides. At first glance, the colors are regular and informal, but from a distance, the smooth and discrete lines are integrated. It is Song Yuanyuan's English name. It can be seen that, This time the Song family spent a lot of money.

Behind the only two milky white wavy columns in the room, the band members are ready to take their positions.

The service staff brought up the foie gras freshly fried by the chef of the five-star hotel one after another. Behind the long white dining table wrapped in the shape of a heart is the dance floor that has already been built.

The repertoire was opened by the conductor, and the opening dance was the court waltz Song Yuanyuan was most familiar with.

Li Rong stood up from the white wooden chair and walked into the room without turning his eyes. His face looked happy, relaxed and natural, as if what happened in his home was just a dream shared by all the guests.

The moment Du Du passed by Cen Xiao's side, his expression collapsed for a moment.

He gritted his teeth, frowned slightly, covered his stomach with his left hand, and said in a low voice, "Stomach hurts."

Cen Xiao subconsciously put down the champagne glass, frowned, and couldn't help lowering his voice: "Who told you to eat cake in the wind."

Li Rong's stomach is the most fragile thing he has seen in the past month. It hurts when it is cold, it hurts when it is blown by the wind, it hurts if it is not filled on time, and it hurts if it is filled too much. Medicine for acid reflux.

One of the movements that Li Rong did the most in school was lying on the table, clutching his stomach, his sore lips turned white.

But Cen Xiao had nothing to do.

Li Rong exhaled softly, rubbed his palms on his stomach, suppressed the discomfort on his face, raised his eyes slightly, and said softly to Cen Wei: "If someone makes me angry, it may hurt more, maybe it will Ulcers, will perforate, and will never drink strong alcohol that makes people sneak in."

Cen Wei sneered, his expression was no longer so worried, he withdrew his gaze from Li Rongwei, and lightly said: "Thank you for your warning."

Li Rong smiled meaningfully: "You're welcome."

Li Rong entered the hall, and went straight to the sofa he had sat on like in the last life.

It was a light yellow fabric sofa, with soft pillows placed at both ends, and a small round table beside the armrest. On the table was a steaming coffee pot and sugar syrup.

The position he chose was quite comfortable. It turned out that he didn't treat himself badly when he was most unconscious.

At this time, there was no one around the sofa, and everyone was connecting with each other, inviting a dance partner, and preparing to dance in a while.

He was lazily leaning on the pillow, his legs were crossed, and most of his body weight was on his left arm. If it wasn't for the real discomfort in his stomach, he even wanted to eat a piece of foie gras.

He saw Song Yuanyuan and Song's mother whispering a few words, then carefully pulled the wrinkled skirt on the lower abdomen, and walked in the direction of Cen Wei.

Li Rong added five or six cubes of sugar to the coffee, picked it up and blew hot air while watching the performance in front of him.

Song Yuanyuan walked up to Cen Wei, with his hands behind his back, a girl with a full posture, lowered his head and asked softly: "Cen Wei, the dance floor is open, would you like to have an opening dance with me?"

Before Cen Wei could speak, Li Rong's face wrinkled from the heat, he hurriedly put down the coffee cup, and stuck out his tongue in a panic.

Cen Xiao's eyes were directly attracted to him, and he didn't rush back to Song Yuanyuan's words for a while.

Song Yuanyuan didn't get an immediate answer, her expression was a little stiff, so she had no choice but to follow Cen Wei's gaze and look at Li Rong.

Li Rong's peach blossom eyes were drooping, his brows were lightly furrowed, the tip of his tongue was burnt bright red, he took a serious breath, letting the cool breeze pass over the tip of his tongue, taking away the numbness from the burn.

This was unexpected.

The heat insulation effect of the coffee cup is very good. He threw sugar cubes into it, and while stirring, his attention was focused on the excitement not far away, and he did ignore the temperature of the coffee.

He drank a lot in one sip, and if it wasn't for maintaining a minimum of decency, he would definitely spit out the coffee.

Song Yuanyuan was very embarrassed.

Li Rong is still her boyfriend in name, and she is not completely ruthless towards Li Rong, but the current situation requires her to get in touch with Cen Wei, but Cen Wei is attracted by Li Rong.

Song Yuanyuan had no choice but to be cheeky, trying to pull Cen Xiao back.

"Cen Xiao, you..."

"He, he can't dance that." Li Rong's tongue hurts, and his speech is a little slurred.

In fact, he still showed affection for Song Yuanyuan. After all, Song Yuanyuan is only eighteen today, and he is already 23.

Song Yuanyuan is really an insignificant person in his future plans.

Song Yuanyuan immediately retorted in his heart, how is it possible!

It is impossible for a child from a family like theirs to not even be able to dance the most basic court waltz.

She suspected that Li Rong was jealous and didn't want her to dance with Cen Xiao.

But Cen Xiao should...

Cen Wei took a deep look at Li Rong, with a calm expression, and paused every word: "Well, I don't know how to dance."

Song Yuanyuan: "..."

She couldn't believe it, she was rejected by Cen Xiao.

Although this refusal saved her face, anyone with a discerning eye knew what was going on.

Li Rong didn't even lift his eyelids, he was leaning on the sofa, blowing his coffee intently, as if he didn't care about Cen Xiao's answer at all.

"Then I'll ask someone else." Song Yuanyuan forced a smile, grabbed the hem of the skirt tightly, tried to maintain elegance and ran back to Song's mother.

Song's mother was far away and didn't hear what they said. Seeing Song Yuanyuan came back alone, Song's mother frowned: "What's going on?"

Song Yuanyuan pursed his lips, in front of his mother, he finally stopped hiding his emotions, and complained in a low voice: "Cen Wei said he can't dance, it's all your fault that you insisted on asking me to ask him to dance, it's so embarrassing!"

Mother Song grabbed Song Yuanyuan's arm, raised her brows, and asked in a low voice, "How could he not!"

Song Yuanyuan shook his hand, turned his head, and said angrily, "I don't know."

Mother Song took a deep breath, and glanced in Cen Xiao's direction meaningfully.

From the corner of her eye, she glanced at Li Rong who was drinking coffee on the sofa.

Li Rong sat in an inconspicuous corner, leaning on the pillow, lowered his head, sipping sips, unable to see his expression clearly.

Song's mother: "I know why he said that. In name, you and Li Rong are still boyfriend and girlfriend. Cen Wei probably doesn't want to get involved, and you are too. Why can't you find a place far away from Li Rong?"

Song Yuanyuan was in a bad mood when he was rejected just now, but now he was criticized by his mother, so he couldn't help raising his voice: "Then what can I do, he is standing so close to Li Rong!"

Song's mother warned her fiercely with her eyes: "Okay, don't make noise, it's not a big deal. Originally, we had to formally dissociate ourselves from the Li family, so we don't have to worry about it."

After Li Rong finished his cup of sweet coffee, he took out his mobile phone to check the time.

When did Mother Song humiliate him in public?

It seemed that it had been a long time, until he was sitting on the sofa, his legs were a little numb.

I have to say that he was really good-natured at that time.

Song Yuanyuan and Cen Wei danced, he was completely indifferent, he didn't remember how close they were, he didn't remember what they said, he only remembered that his eyelids were lowered, and he could only see everyone's legs in his field of vision .

In his eyes, everyone is just a creature that can breathe. As for Song Yuanyuan's deliberate neglect of him, he didn't bother to get to the bottom of it.

There was only a blank in his head.

When he finally got out of the safe house he built, he heard someone blaming him.

"Chairman Song is talking to you, why don't you act like you didn't hear it?"

"This kid is too ignorant, dressed like this to attend Yuan Yuan's birthday party."

"Everyone is beaming. He put on a cold face for others to see. Not everyone is his parents. We should spoil him."

"That's why I said, being spoiled by his parents, not all the scientific research funds embezzled by his parents are reserved for him."

"He will know later that this society is not so easy to mess with."

……

At that time Li Rong hadn't eaten much for a long time, his complexion was as pale as paper, his lips were chapped and peeled, his stomach throbbed irregularly, his back was drenched in cold sweat from the pain, his temples were wet and sticky, and he was extremely embarrassed.

Those taunting voices were like the wind howling from the mouth of the cold winter alley, with the sharpness of a knife, piercing his skin fiercely. He was like a bird of prey imprisoned in a cage, even if he crashed into the iron net countless times, He could only fall heavily, allowing the sharp weapon to pierce deeper.

He recalled a quote from Le Pen: "...since they become members of the group, the learned are as blind as the ignorant, eyes blinded."

Many of these people are friends, colleagues, clients, or acquaintances of his parents.

They used to be gentle and polite, gentle and kind. They were well educated and had a very good social status. It seemed that such a person should not be the last one to add insult to injury and take pleasure in ridiculing him.

However, the reality is like this. He has a very cruel teacher who taught him these principles not with enduring books, but with his entire life.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Cen Xiao was sitting opposite him.

He didn't look up at Cen Xiao's face, but he knew that Cen Xiao didn't speak.

Silence is also a kind of connivance.

Li Rong was furious, gritted his teeth, and coughed uncontrollably.

Reluctant patience forced his eye circles to turn red, and his eyes were full of physiological tears. The originally pretty and affectionate peach blossom eyes were desolate and drooping, and they were filled with unspeakable morbid exhaustion when they opened and closed.

Song's mother suddenly took his hand kindly, patted his thin and thin back pretendingly, and said in a condescending yet charitable tone: "Li Rong——"

"Li Rong."

The voices of the dream and reality overlapped, Li Rong straightened his back, lazily opened his eyes, and saw Song's mother's face clearly in front of him with the light that brightened the entire hall.

Song's mother and Song Yuanyuan don't look alike, she has a high skull, her hairline is a bit receding, she often wears dark red eyebrows, her eyes are upturned phoenix eyes, under her thin cheekbones, her lips are thin and tricky .

When she smiled, she was full of flattery, but when she sullenly looked particularly mean.

Li Rong raised his hand to touch the center of his brows, cast his eyes blankly at Cen Wei who was opposite the sofa, and asked naturally: "How long have I been asleep?"

He didn't remember when he fell asleep, all the noises were mixed together, like a low-quality lullaby, and even the sweet coffee couldn't hold back the drowsiness.

It's getting dark already.

Outside the window is a rich dark blue, the shade of the trees and the castle are lined in pure black, the air in the suburbs is exceptionally healthy, and the moon bent into a golden hook hangs in the night sky.

I have to say that the sofa in Song Yuanyuan's house is quite comfortable.

Song's mother said in a deep tone, "Li Rong, it's Yuanyuan's birthday, and you came here to sleep?"

"That's right, seeing that he's been sleeping there for a long time, I'm too embarrassed to say."

"I don't know how to stand up, it's really rude."

"Why did the Song family invite him here? It's not too bad luck for his family to have that incident..."

"Four and a half hours." Cen Wei interrupted the endless rumors, looked at his watch, and repeated, "You slept for four and a half hours."

Li Rong was like a toy that has just been wound up, the bewilderment on his face disappeared without a trace.

With sincere apology in his eyes, he raised his face and said innocently to Mother Song: "I'm sorry, I'm too sleepy. You also know that the third year of high school is a heavy study."

Mother Song didn't intend to let him go.

Song's mother pulled her lips: "Li Rong, I know something happened in your family, but because of the flirtatious relationship between you and Yuan Yuan, I invited you here, but you didn't even bring a birthday present."

She only said that Li Rong and Song Yuanyuan were young, and never mentioned their relationship.

Li Rong's eyes drooped slightly, his head was slightly tilted, and the sarcasm on his lips was fleeting.

"Sorry, I forgot."

What he said was too straightforward, whether Mother Song wanted to get rid of the relationship with Li's family, or she was confused by anger.

forget?

Her daughter's birthday present, just forget it?

Song's mother sneered: "Li Rong, I know you may not be able to buy any gifts now." She raised her arm and removed an emerald bracelet from her wrist. Shaking, yin and yang said strangely, "This bracelet is not worth too much money, but if you sell it, you can exchange it for 50 yuan. Take the money and stay away from Yuanyuan, she deserves a better home."

After Song's mother finished speaking, she threw the bracelet directly beside Li Rong's leg, and the bracelet bounced twice, almost slipping to the ground.

Song Yuanyuan immediately lowered his head, took his mother's arm, and said nothing.

She is guilty, but has no regrets.

She had known for a long time that this was the only reason she wanted Li Ronglai.

The atmosphere around Li Rong was suddenly terribly suppressed, with pity, ridicule, and cold eyes hovering around him.

In this small space, only Cen Xiao, who was opposite him, was smiling.

Cen Ling found a lighter from nowhere, and used it as a toy to play with. He leaned on the sofa, crossed his legs lazily, opened the metal cover with his thumb, and then buckled it with his index finger.

The lighter made a "snap" sound in his hand, and the metal casing rubbed against his fingertips, matching the rhythm of the second hand.

He looked at Li Rong's face with great interest, and watched Li Rong's performance quietly.

This time he was a complete outsider, turning a deaf ear to Song's mother's hints, and dismissing Song Yuanyuan's invitation.

He just wanted to know what kind of tricks Li Rong wanted to play and how he wanted to take revenge on the people in this room.

Everyone thought they were standing on the moral high ground, from top to bottom, they harshly judged and excluded Li Rong.

Li Rong was under the enemy's front and back, and everyone betrayed his relatives, but Cen Wei only felt that his flushed cheeks just after waking up made him more endearing.

In fact, as long as he came to ask him, he would help him.

He will always help.

Li Rong looked down at the ground, his eyelashes drooping meekly, casting vague shadows under his eyelids.

His back was a little thin, and the moment he lowered his head, the collar of his shirt moved down, his fair neck was exposed to the light, and his profile looked lonely and desolate.

He was silent for a long time, just when Mother Song thought he was still reluctant to part with Song Yuanyuan, Li Rong suddenly chuckled.

He smiled so happily that his eyebrows and eyes were curved, and even the corners of his lips were raised. From Cen Wei's perspective, his eyelashes were long and thick, his apple muscles were bulging, and the tip of his tongue was lightly touching his neat and white teeth. See the naughty and cunning.

It's just that although this laughter is nice, it is somehow out of place in the current situation.

Song's mother thought that Li Rong's psychological defense had collapsed after being stimulated, and she was crazy.

She turned aside the silent Cen Wei, and was about to continue speaking when she suddenly heard Li Rong sigh deeply.

Li Rong raised his face, leaned lazily on the sofa, picked up Song's mother's bracelet, and placed it under the light for a closer look.

Emerald is clear, smooth, and has very few impurities. It is indeed a rare treasure.

After Li Rong verified the authenticity, the smile on his lips gradually faded away, he rubbed the edge of the emerald lightly with his fingers, opened and closed his lips lightly, Wan Fen sincerely said to Mother Song: "Thank you, I am ready to like men. "

He uttered words clearly and with a lot of air, everyone present heard them sincerely. These words were like a thunderclap, which made everyone burnt on the outside and tender on the inside, and their souls trembled.

Cen Xiao suddenly stopped his fingers playing with the lighter.

Li Rong was more daring than he thought.

Song's mother stared wide-eyed and froze in place, unable to understand how such shameless words would come out of Li Rong's mouth.

Song Yuanyuan beside her also had the expression of being struck by lightning.

After Li Rong talked to her, he planned to like a man, which was simply a humiliation to her.

But she knew that Li Rong was just talking nonsense, because based on what she knew about Li Rong, it was absolutely impossible for Li Rong to like men.

Li Rong didn't seem to see those shocked faces, he pushed the armrest, stood up on his own, and walked straight towards Cen Wei as if no one else was around.

Walking in front of Cen Xiao, Li Rong tilted his head and frowned, looking at Cen Xiao's crossed legs.

He pushed Cen Xiao's hand away grandiosely, turned around and leaned into Cen Xiao's arms, when he turned around, the piercing coldness and burning anger in his eyes were intertwined, and finally turned into a pool of rippling spring water.

Li Rong smiled and said in an ambiguous voice, "Hurry up, I don't want to work hard anymore."