Madam escaped

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Since this is a feeling that cannot be expressed or recognized, let this painting accompany her instead of myself, and let it be the proof that this relationship once existed!

☆、Chapter 50

easy to say, hard to do!

Especially when painting Zhou Manting, each stroke is like a knife across her heart. After painting the facial features, her heart is also engraved, and she calls "Ling Long, Ling Long" intimately in her ear. ', as if the breath was blowing in her ears following her call, making Qian Linglong need a lot of willpower to distinguish between reality and illusion every time she draws.

In the end, she had no choice but to throw away the paintbrush, tidy up casually, picked up her coat and went out, hailed a taxi and went directly downstairs to Zhou Manting's house.

It was late at night, and the room was dark.

Seeing this scene, he was undoubtedly disappointed, but after being disappointed, he was extremely fortunate.Whether she was there or not, it was always a reason not to bother her.

Qian Linglong just wrapped her coat in this way, leaning her back against the wall, staring at the whole villa in front of her in a daze, not thinking about anything.

In fact, there are still many images running through my mind. For a while, Zhou Manting gently lowered her head to make breakfast for herself under the morning sun; After a while, it turned into the way she looked at herself tenderly...

These many pictures finally gathered the appearance of the girl walking towards her affectionately. Qian Linglong stretched out her hand in a trance, wanting to touch it, but unfortunately, in the end, there was nothing but the cold air in her hand.

Her eyes were finally filled with tears under this extreme disappointment, and before her eyes was a very clear dividing line. Moving forward is love and bravery, but it is accompanied by immeasurable consequences, which perhaps she cannot bear ; and back, it is safe and lost.

During this advance and retreat, she really understood the reason why two people who love each other and have affection for each other cannot be together.

"Sister Zhou, we can't go any further. Is this your decision?" Qian Linglong, who was in great pain, murmured to herself. When she closed her eyes, tears rolled down her face. Become cold, just like the decision she made in her heart at this time because she learned all the facts, let all the enthusiasm in her cool down slowly, and then cool down!

"Don't worry, I will stay in the place of my good sister as you wish."

Finally, she turned her back and walked out of the community step by step. The high-spirited and heartless joy that she once had was all from the moment she decided to be an ostrich and silently retreat to the bottom line of safety. She disappeared and left.

So much so that when Zhou Manting drove by late at night, she didn't realize that the man with bowed head and shoulders passing by the car was the little sister who was hidden in her heart and was always remembered and missed by her.

Anyone who has seen this place before this article should be familiar with the name Zhou Manting. Everyone knows me through reading the article. However, in life, everyone does not need to work hard to know the existence of me.

I was born in an old-fashioned family in Shanghai. Strictly speaking, my grandparents gradually accumulated cultural literacy through years of hard work in education. Later, they seized the opportunity of reform and opening up and used what they had learned to experience ups and downs in the business world. In the end, investing in the stock market and real estate through speculation rather than investment channels really allowed the family to enter the wealthy and well-connected class.

The ancestors knew that haste makes waste. If the wealth accumulated so quickly is not handled properly, it will harm future generations.Therefore, they established a strict succession mechanism for heirs. First, the eldest family is the first. If there is no qualified heir, then select the best from other families; The arm is assigned to other divisions around the world.

This system has been inherited for three generations. In my generation, a situation that my ancestors did not expect appeared, that is, after living in other countries for many years, the brothers and sisters who were sent out before gradually merged with the locals and accepted a more open culture. With the gradual passing away of the older generation, the new generation has diluted the idea of ​​returning. They settled down in a corner and slowly managed the branches they were responsible for into their own 'territory'.

Dad often said that this kind of distribution system had been proven to be unacceptable as early as the Han Dynasty. The ancestors had been cautious and smart all their lives, but they still took this old road with a visible end.

As the only daughter of my father, what I was told was not only the upbringing of Miss Da, but also the responsibility of my body.I don't have to worry about someone coming back to compete for the wealth and power in this land, but I have to rely on my own strength to take on the 'mansion' that my parents have stood up to.

Is this luck or misfortune?

From childhood to adulthood, in my impression, the number of times I was hugged by my parents was very rare. They were always pestered by one meeting after another, a lot of documents and phone calls, and I could only be accompanied by my mother and maid. Down, gradually grow up.After I learned the truth, I began to accept the complicated and rigorous old-fashioned education. My parents arranged for the person in charge to arrange my daily study itinerary like managing company affairs, walking between door-to-door teachers one after another until I started school.

I have repeated so much, I wonder if everyone can understand my excessive rationality?

Linglong, at the beginning I only regarded her as a lively, simple and talented school girl. In her, there is simplicity and happiness that I don't have, and there is also the freedom and freedom I yearn for.I am willing to spend more time with her, even if it is only for the moment of relaxation and laughter that I can get with her.

I never thought that I would have such intimate physical contact with her, a girl, and I never thought that one day, I would have an emotional surge with her.

Now I understand that everything about people can be managed and controlled, only fate and feelings are beyond the control of people.

I love her, but I can only understand it in my heart.I can't control my falling in love with her, but I can control my behavior and not go beyond this unworkable emotional path.

Even though she is in my heart and walks through my mind all the time, I can still concentrate on my work, not contact or take the initiative, and follow the schedule step by step day after day.

You may think that I am too rational, why can't I be bold and pursue what I love?

If I want to tell similar cases and soul soup, I can talk about it for three days and three nights.But in the face of reality, words and words are pale; for many things, since the end is foreseen, for me, it is not subjective what I should do or what I will do, but an instinctive choice between pros and cons.

I will buy her ice cream, I will remember her birthday, I will give her gifts, and I can also accompany her back to her hometown and sit with her in n_ai tea shop to listen to her chat. That's all I can do for this relationship.

My heart also hurts, every time she cries because of my deliberate refusal, when she is sick and helpless, in front of her obviously diminished smile, when she is lonely in the occasional affection, I Always feel heart throbbing.