Gong Yu squatted in front of the oil painting and said in a low voice, he placed one hand on the oil painting and stopped on a burning cloud, "Won't you answer? "Yes, of course you don't want me to have a short lifespan. Otherwise, why would I be engaged now?"
Everything was predestined.
He turned a blind eye to everything, but he still returned to his home and continued to take on his so-called responsibilities.
He pressed the button on the oil painting. The oil painting of the Burning Cloud was opened like a mechanism, and a picture fell from within.
On the back of the photo, there were some blurry words.
[Xi Yu, brother likes you. I'll marry you when you grow up, okay?]
Gong Yu laid on the bed with the photo. His body was deeply buried in the blankets as he looked at the lamp hanging above his head. His eyes shone with the light of despair.
His phone suddenly vibrated.Gong Yu picked up his phone. It was a servant who sent him a message saying that he was going to get married in an engagement dress.
Every picture reminded him that he was getting married.
He wanted to walk the path that he didn't want to walk the most, and he wanted to walk for most of his life.
"Bam!"
Gong Yu threw his phone out.
As if all the air in the room had been sucked out, Gong Yu's breathing became ragged. Holding onto the photo with one hand, he curled up in pain, his back arched as he rolled around the bed in pain like a sick person.After a while, his face was covered in sweat, and his gray eyes were filled with despair. There was not a trace of light in his eyes.
After a long while, he could no longer stand this suffocating feeling. He sat up on the bed, took off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves.
There were new wounds on his sturdy arms. Some were new, some were old, and all were covered in stars. It was extremely terrifying.Gong Yu sat there, he extended his hand and opened a drawer next to the bed, from there he took out a black beautiful knife, immediately popping out a blade, and fiercely slashed at his own arm.
The blade slashed down.
Blood oozed out.
As the pain blossomed in his wound, Gong Yu felt more comfortable. He leaned back and looked at his arm, sweating profusely.
Seeing his own wounds, Gong Yu felt extremely satisfied.
Who would have thought that after more than ten years, Gong Ou still understood him quite well. He was a weak man who did not have any responsibilities, and as long as he was pressured to the point that he couldn't breathe, he would either hide or die.
But this time, he could not choose to hide or to die.
Energy consumption only.
Until the day he could no longer afford to wait any longer.
Gong Yu sat there with one leg up, his hand resting on his knee. He looked down to see the blood dripping from the wound, dripping onto his body and onto the bed.
Comfortable.
Gong Yu leaned back, raised his head and slowly closed his eyes, enjoying this rare moment of pleasure.
The sun swayed in the window, caressing the furniture and the paintings like a hand caressing someone's grief.
"Knock."Knock! Knock! Knock!
Gong Yu suddenly opened his eyes, and a voice came out, "Eldest Young Master, is your phone turned off? Miss York is calling to invite you out for a walk."Walking.
Gong Yu turned to look at the photo that he placed at the side, laughing at himself, "I knew you wouldn't let me feel comfortable for long."
He blamed him.
Thus, he could only endlessly immerse himself in pain.
Gong Yu got off the bed, and without bothering about the wounds, he immediately pulled down his sleeves, placed the photo back into Burning Cloud's oil painting, picked up his jacket and put it on, then stood in the mirror and tidied up his clothes.
The servants came in from outside. "Eldest Young Master, are you going to make an appointment?"
"Let's go." Gong Yu said, gently spitting out a word, looking straight into the mirror."Eldest Young Master and Miss York are getting along really well recently. Madam is especially happy that the engagement is approaching, and is going to attend the banquet today." The servant standing at the side said.
As far as he could remember, it had been a long time since his wife had gone out to dinner. It was rare.
"Then tell your wife that I'm on a date today."
Let Mother be happy again.
"Yes, Eldest Young Master." The servant laughed and spoke as his gaze suddenly fell upon Gong Yu's clothes. The clothes were stained with blood and he said in shock, "Eldest Young Master, your clothes …"
Gong Yu lowered his gaze to look at his clothes, and only then did he realize that there was a pool of blood on his shirt, and said indifferently, "I accidentally cut it earlier, go and get another set of clothes."
He was calm and collected."Yes." The servant turned and walked towards the locker room. He stumbled and almost touched the oil painting.
The servant was startled by the sudden outburst of the usually gentle eldest young master. He immediately pulled back his hand, stood up and ran towards the locker room.
God, the young master was no better than the young master.Shi Xiaonian began to study Gong Jue and Luo Qi's daily life day and night.
When Gong Ou walked out of the bathroom, he saw Shi Xiaonian sitting on the bed and reading a yellowed diary. She was wearing a bathrobe, the white of the bathrobe made her skin as white as snow, and her long hair rested on one side of her shoulders. Her black and white eyes were clearly staring at the book.
"Still looking? Your eyes don't hurt?"
Gong Ou walked over and sat down beside her, frowning."It's almost the engagement date. I want to see more." Gong Ou said as he raised his eyes to look at him. Gong Ou gave a cold snort, "Do you really think that finding something here will change Mother's mind?"
"Maybe not."
Shi Xiaonian said.
Gong Ou pulled up his blanket and sat down beside her, one hand wrapped around her waist while the other snatched away the diary in her hand, as he said in a strong voice, "You are not allowed to look at it again, go to sleep!"
Shi Xiaonian looked at him, "Let me see a little more."
"Don't look!""But it's soon going to be the engagement ceremony. Didn't you say that it's the last time, that once the engagement ends, nothing can be saved?" Shi Xiaonian went to snatch the book again.
"Even so, you are not allowed to look!"
Gong Ou threw the diary to the side and firmly held her in his arms with one hand, preventing her from getting the chance to get the book again.
"Gong Ou!" Seeing that, Shi Xiaonian could not help but frown: "Don't be so overbearing, it is not that you said I was wrong, I am working hard to make it up to you."Time was running out.
If she could not think of a way, she could only watch as the mistake continued.
"Yes, I was the one who said that, but I also said that your fault is my fault!" Gong Ou stared at her and said, "I will be responsible for this mistake!"
"I'm afraid you're going to act recklessly." Shi Xiaonian said honestly.
"I will act recklessly?"
"You're always messing around."
Gong Ou's intelligence had been challenged, and his black eyes stared at her fiercely. "Shi Xiaonian, who do you want to compete with me in terms of intelligence?""I want to compete in EQ with you." Shi Xiaonian said in all seriousness.
"Get lost!"
"Oh, then I'll go check the logs." Shi Xiaonian decisively turned around and was about to get off the bed, but he was pulled back by Gong Ou. He pulled her into his embrace and placed his hand on her neck, "What? Do you look down on me now, woman? "What's EQ? I don't have enough face for you to see."
"…"If not for the fact that he had been immersed in an oppressive atmosphere recently, Shi Xiaonian would have laughed out loud.
She pulled his arm down and looked back at him. "So you admit you have low EQ?""Why do I want to strangle you so much!"
Gong Ou glared at her.
"Alright, alright, alright. I'm not going to look at the diary anymore. I've basically skimmed through everything." Shi Xiaonian sat upright, and placed one hand on her own face as she looked at him, "After looking through so much, I realized that father is really …"
"What is it?"Gong Ou stared at her.
"It's a lonely person." "Even when we were married, Father didn't have much time to accompany Mother. The only time we were together was when we discussed the cooperation between the two families, not to mention when we were pregnant, we would at most ask the servant to take care of us."
What a cold man.
"Marriage is mostly like this. What's so strange about that? Do you think they're all like those comics you drew, where everyone loves each other so much?" Gong Ou said in disdain, "How can there be a man like that in reality?"
"Then what are you?"
Shi Xiaonian blurted out, he had truly gone to hell for her.Gong Ou glanced at her and boasted shamelessly, "I have already Transcended from the mortal realm!"
"…"
What kind of face did he use to say that?Shi Xiaonian helplessly looked at him, her hands wrapped around her knees as she said, "This kind of man is too cold and detached. Mother has loved him for so many years, but the care she receives is pitifully small."
"…"
"It's his responsibility for his mother to turn out like this." Shi Xiaonian said, "Before father died, he also didn't consider Mother. He let Mother guard the Gong Jia for so many years."
"…"
Gong Ou listened, and his black eyes stared at her lightly moving lips.
"Gong Ou, tell me, what kind of charm does father have that caused Mother to love him so much? To make your mother listen to every word he says? " Shi Xiaonian sat beside him and asked.Hearing this, Gong Ou's pupils deepened, and he said in a low voice, "I don't know."
"…"
"If it wasn't for his son, I would be willing to work with someone like father." Gong Ou paused for a moment, then said slowly, "Father's heart is only filled with ambition, he wants everyone to look up at him, he wants to leave his name behind. So, he will only see the Gong Jia in this lifetime, he won't be able to see anything else."
What was this? The kind of ambition that Luo Qi had to fall in love with Gong Jue?"…"
"It was a great thing to work with him, because he tried to do everything he could to be the best. And to be his son, he can only be forced into a corner. " Gong Ou said, his voice became cold, "In his eyes, our son is only a tool, a tool to inherit his might."
Shi Xiaonian looked at him, her gaze slightly shifting, "Gong Ou, you're still blaming him, right?"
Even if Gong Jue had already passed away.
Gong Ou's face darkened, the thin lip remained silent.
"Say it, what's there to restrain in front of me? Some emotions still need to be properly vented out, don't you think?" Shi Xiaonian pushed him and said.
Chapter end
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