"I don't want to make such a joke."

Accompanied by the sound of the TV commercial, Lingjing's tone was slightly stiff, and her delicate brows showed an angry expression. After a long time, Jia Ming on the other side of the sofa let out a long sigh of relief.

"I mean it."

"I told you, I don't want to make such a joke!"

Lingjing's eyes widened and she raised her voice. She picked up the remote control in her hand and pressed it randomly. The sound of the TV went up at first, then dropped back after a while. Lingjing threw away the remote control and looked at it stubbornly.

TV screen.

Jiaming leaned down, held his head in his hands, and answered her with the same voice: "Let's break up..."

"What did my parents tell you? Or those relatives? I said I don't want to make such a joke, so don't make it like the TV series!" Suddenly looking at Jiaming saying this, Lingjing turned over and fell down.

He went to the sofa and poured himself a glass of water at the coffee table. His voice trembled with his mood, "I said I don't want to go abroad. I don't want to go abroad. I don't want to be a great musician at all. Even if I give up this now,

It doesn’t matter, you already know this, why are you still thinking about it? If you continue to behave like this, I...even I will be angry!"

"It's not because of the piano..."

"What's the reason for that?" Lingjing poured a glass of water and turned around, "If it wasn't because of this, what else could be the reason?"

Jiaming rubbed his forehead and looked at the ground silently. Lingjing just looked at him like that.

"Say it."

"many things……"

"What are so many things? Because those people at home always annoy you? Should I ask you to travel to Guilin? I..." Lingjing's eyes were red and she thought there for a long time, "I... because I am always worried about Shasha's things.

Losing your temper? Am I too nagging? I don’t like the underworld? Or do you like Shasha but not me...are you tired of me?"

"It's not these..."

"Tell me what it is."

Glancing at him, Lingjing waited for the answer. The sound of the TV continued to ring in the room. It seemed that between the sounds, their bodies did not move at all. Only the rhythm of breathing remained.

In this cross talk, everything seems to be clearly audible.

In fact, Jiaming had already prepared several sets of rhetoric before this, and even thought clearly about his expressions when speaking. However, at this moment, these prepared sentences were spinning in his mind, and he could not find any words.

Appropriate to the current situation, he opened his mouth, but finally couldn't say anything. Lingjing waited for a long time before finally speaking.

"What did my father and mother tell you? That's right?"

"No, you know they won't do such a thing..."

"Do you like other girls?" Lingjing took a deep breath and paused, "Xun?"

"no."

"That's... Dongfang Wan?"

"How can it be……"

"It's not Dongfang Wan. It can't be Xu Yiting."

"I have never had any contact with her..."

"Who is that..."

"Nothing..."

"Sister Yahan?"

After several consecutive guesses, the voice suddenly stopped in the air. The last name Lingjing was basically said casually. Who knew that Jiaming suddenly stopped and her body froze. After a moment, she trembled again.

He asked: "Is this Sister Yahan?"

"...How did you guess that?"

"I...of course I'm just guessing...ha..." Lingjing opened her mouth, and an extremely ridiculous emotion suddenly came to her mind. She put this choice at the end because she actually thought it was the least likely. However, from now on

The scene of meeting Yahan until now suddenly came to mind, and he laughed absurdly, then stopped, and stretched his left hand to his mouth. He didn't know what kind of expression he should put on: "But... you are talking nonsense.

Well, you guys...Sister Yahan is seven years older than you, how is that possible, how...Sister Yahan, she...she..."

Saying this, Lingjing slumped her shoulders, staggered and sat back on the sofa, holding her head in her hands. Her fingers penetrated between the long hair: "Really... when did it happen..."

Jiaming was silent for a while: "Last year in New York."

"Sister Yahan is sick. You go to save her, and then..." She thought for a while. "Then you will make up... Well, no wonder Sister Yahan talked to us again after she came back and played with us. You

..." "You... have you told Shasha?"

"without……"

"Then why are you telling me!"

Lingjing shouted with red eyes. Seeing Jiaming bowing his head and keeping silent again, she grabbed an apple on the coffee table and threw it at him. She picked up the remote control with her other hand and threw it out.

The time, the apple on the coffee table, the remote control on the sofa, pillows, and clothes all flew towards Jiaming. Lingjing was annoyed at Jiaming's silence and almost threw out everything she could get, including the remote control and the clothes.

Several apples hit Jiaming on the head and bounced away. After throwing away the apples, she subconsciously touched the fruit plate...

The floor was brushed and blood spattered out.

Lingjing's hand holding the fruit knife froze in mid-air. Jiaming took a breath and looked at the cut on his left arm, but still didn't speak. After a while, Lingjing took a gulp of saliva, put down the knife, and leaned on

She walked over, first picked up the pillow next to her, then took her coat, and covered the wound on Jiaming's hand. She pressed it a few times, but the blood couldn't be stopped. Her eyes were filled with water, but it was

He opened his eyes stubbornly and never let the tears stay.

After pressing it for a few times, she quietly stood up, walked into the back bedroom, took out the medical kit, unbuttoned Jiaming's shirt, then took off his shirt, took out the iodine, and started cleaning his wounds with gauze.

.

The sound of the advertisement continued on the TV, and the two figures behind the coffee table were like quiet silhouettes. Jiaming sat there, watching Lingjing kneeling by his legs silently cleaning, applying medicine, and bandaging. The girl was graceful but thin.

Her body was trembling slightly. After the wound was bandaged, she quietly packed her things and then took the medicine box back to the room. When she came out of the room, she already had a Jiaming shirt in her hand.

Putting the clothes next to him, the girl crossed him, sat back in her original position, and looked at the TV screen.

"It's been more than a year, why are you talking about it at this time?"

"Why sister Yahan?"

"I... Shasha and I can follow you together, but..."

"Isn't it enough to have Shasha and me?"

Perhaps because she was frightened by the blood, Lingjing did not hand it over loudly. She looked at the TV, her voice was always faint, but there was no answer. Jiaming put on her clothes and closed her eyes in pain, not knowing what she was thinking.

Something. Then, the two of them sat on the same sofa in silence, letting time go by with the ticking sound of the clock.

Ten minutes or twenty minutes later, the commercial on the TV ended and was replaced by a violent movie. The sun gradually slanted toward the west outside the window. She sat there quietly, not knowing what she should do, not knowing what she was expecting, or what she should do.

I don't know if I can forgive Jiaming for this. My mind is in confusion. It would be better if Shasha was here... No. Maybe it would be better if Shasha was not here. She couldn't stand such a thing, but she couldn't stand it either.

Sister Yahan... In such a mood, I suddenly remembered what happened when I was a child.

I remember that when I was in elementary school, I was too strong and was called a man-woman in class. Later, I sat on the grass slope crying. Jiaming came and said, "Even if you are a man-woman, I will marry you." At that time,

I just felt embarrassed. I slapped him in the face. Then I had a cold war for three days, sitting next to him. I refused to take the initiative to talk to him, but I was expecting Jiaming to come over and apologize, or take the initiative to stir up the topic. However,

Jiaming never apologized. When he went to the martial arts gym, he deliberately closed the door and refused to allow him to come in. He hoped that he would knock on the door outside and maybe say "open the door", so that he would have a reason to speak. However, when he opened the door

At that time, he just left.

This has been his character since he was a child. He was so wronged that he cried for a long time at home. In the end, he was the first to find him and reconcile with him as if nothing had happened. The situation at that time was so similar to now. What was he looking forward to? Maybe

It doesn't matter if it's an explanation, an apology, a confession, even if it's a man's shameless sophistry, maybe... maybe he will be moved by the rhetoric, and be deceived enough to forgive him or even find a reason for him. It doesn't matter even if he is deceived...

However, everything is always like this. He uses silence instead of apologizing. She knows that there is an apology. If she cuts him with a knife, maybe she directly wants to kill him, he will face it without moving. But what's the use of this?

When I was young, no matter what happened, I could speak first, smile first, and reconcile first, but this time... it's different...

She just waited quietly like this. Waiting, the sun faded away the remaining red on the horizon, and a children's cartoon was playing on the TV. No one spoke. At some point, the phone rang, and Lingjing subconsciously

He reached out and picked up the microphone next to him: "Hello..."

An energetic voice came from the other side of the phone: "Hello, who is answering the phone? I'm Dongfang Wan."

"I am Ye Lingjing."

"Lingjing, have you convinced Jiaming? You're leaving tomorrow morning. In such a hot weather, we can take an air-conditioned bus to Guilin, a place with pleasant mountains and rivers. We can play in caves that are warm in winter and cool in summer, and we can also go swimming in the Li River.

How could you not go for such a good thing?"

"Jia Ming said he won't go."

"Ah? Forget it, I knew he wouldn't go, but what about you and Shasha? We went together. It was crowded and lively. I don't know if there will be such an opportunity when we get to Beijing."

"Shasha won't go either..." Lingjing replied softly like a ghost. After a moment, "Can I go and play?"

"Of course - of course - welcome, welcome, welcome. Just meet at the school gate at six o'clock tomorrow morning. It will be cooler if we leave early. Do you want Yiting and I to pick you up?"

"No, I'll come over by myself, thank you."

"Great, remember to bring a swimming suit and a life preserver. Well, you can actually buy a life preserver over there..."

Dongfang Wan chatted for a long time on the phone. After hanging up the phone, Lingjing sat with her head down for half a minute. She finally took a deep breath, raised her head, and stood up, with tears filling her red eyes. But
To be continued...