Chapter 1141: "Riding the Wind to Ask the Moon" (226)

"Although it's been so long, it's at least responding to you. It's better than turning a blind eye to your heart-wrenching things." Xu Chengfeng's kiss was slowly towards her cheek on the back of her neck.
Zuo Yue's face was hot for a while, but her heart was chaotic for a while, and she didn't know whether to push him away or what to do.
She was lowering her head in deep thought. She hadn't been able to adapt to this change. Suddenly, Xu Chengfeng's voice sounded in her ears: "Does it still hurt?"
Zuo Yue had a meal first, then suddenly bent his arms and slammed against his chest: "I love you a big ghost!"
Xu Chengfeng had no idea that this girl would suddenly put such a cruel hand, and immediately took a step back, and at the moment she turned around, she was holding her chest with pain, as if she had suffered some internal injury.
No matter what kind of Xu Chengfeng she was facing, Zuo Yue was embarrassed.
There was nowhere to tell the anger that was before. She didn't look at his face, and walked into the bedroom, turned and quickly closed the door.
Xu Chengfeng lifted one hand effortlessly and placed it on the door, preventing her from closing the door.
Zuo Yue glanced at him, and said flatly, "Xu Chengfeng, don't think that you can deliberately attack me in this way, and you can divert my attention. You should be very clear that the problem between me and you is not just The issue of blood relationship, I never minded the ethics and blood relationship at the beginning. Although I feel relieved now, it does not mean that I can forgive you and my mother for concealing me."
Saying that she was about to close the door, Xu Chengfeng looked at her calmly: "It was just a stopgap measure, Zuo Yue."
"Is it expedient or forced by my mother? It doesn't matter to me! I have almost erased the name of Xu Chengfeng in my heart in the past three years. Now what if you are not my uncle? There are so many in the world. Men are not related to me by blood, so can I just say love and love?"
Xu Chengfeng's eyebrows felt a momentary chill: "What do you want to say?"
"You know what I want to say, Xu Chengfeng. It has become a habit to hate someone and forget someone. I don't remember how to love you anymore. You are no different from the men who often appear next to me. It's my uncle. Now you don't even count as uncle, but you are just a man who has nothing to do with me." Zuo Yue's tone suddenly stopped, and his eyes became colder: "No, it's someone who has had such an afternoon with me. Man..."
Seeing the obvious ice residue in Xu Chengfeng's eyes, Zuo Yue chuckled, "You are just a obsession of my youth, don't take yourself too seriously, Xu Chengfeng."
When the words were over, she directly shut the door of the room forcefully, blocking the eyes of the two.
Xu Chengfeng didn't put his hand on the door to stop her movement. The bedroom was completely dark, and Zuo Yue turned her back and leaned against the door.
Even after taking a bath, I feel as if I still occupy the man's temperature.
Outside the door was very quiet, Xu Chengfeng was still the man who was never impulsive. She leaned against the door and stood for a while, raised her hands and hugged herself so lightly, walked towards the bed, and then it seemed as if she had lost all strength. Sit down on the bed.
The two curtains in the room did not open. She just sat on the side of the bed and hugged herself with her arms around her chest, slowly raising her eyes and taking another look at the direction of the door.
Why did she keep all her feelings and all her attachments three years ago?
After sitting quietly by the bed for an unknown amount of time, she suddenly turned and squatted beside the cabinet, opened the bottom drawer of the cabinet, and took out a small box from it.
Opening the box, the seven colorful little dolls in the crystal decoration box re-entered her eyes.
In the past three years, she has thrown these little colorful dolls into the trash can many times, and she ran back desperately and searched through the trash can many times.
Later, it was simply dusted in the bottom corner of the drawer.
She thought she had already let go.
But everything seemed to be just a doll that she deliberately sealed in the corner. When she dug it out again, it felt a piercing pain and an unknown sorrow.
His thoughts returned three years ago, half a month after Xu Chengfeng left.
At that time Zuo Yue had already returned to Boston to study and entered a new school. He was adapting to the new environment.
Xu Yuan took the time to come to accompany her, and after school she took her to the mall to buy things to accompany her to go shopping.
Even when Xu Yuan mentioned Xu Chengfeng’s affairs again, Zuo Yue said: "Mom, I am not a child. Don’t always think of me as a child. I am a person, a living person, and my feelings are not a child’s life. Everyone, no matter whether this relationship is too deformed in your eyes, it should at least have a beginning and an end, but Xu Chengfeng and I have never really started, and the final ending is ended in such a cruel way. I am not wrong now. Reconciled, I just have a vacancy in my heart. You don't have to worry about me. If I can't live because I'm missing that person, I might not be able to live long ago."
"He always sticks to his reason. When he wants to ignore me, he ignores my feelings. When he wants to neglect me, he can use reality to slap me in the face. When he wants to leave, he can use such cruelty. Saying that the man who leaves is in the same way, I will feel heartache because of his leaving, and I will never forgive him because of his unfeeling."
"He thought that his tolerance and protection of me was the best way to treat me, everything he treated me in the right way he felt, but Mom, I was the one who was always hurt. I don't have any I complain, but I also hope now that he will never come back from now on, and never show up in front of me again."
"I don't want to see him again, never want to."
That was what she had said before, and her remaining self-esteem was also all the beliefs she had buried in her heart to support herself through the past three years in peace.
Even though she tried to keep some properties of Xu Chengfeng in Los Angeles, all she thought in her heart was to keep those properties alone, but she never expected him to come back again.
Those traces of him reminded that man had crushed her self-esteem with reason and indifference, and reminded her that she never had to look back, let alone wait.
Zuo Yue gradually got used to the darkness in the bedroom, and just looked at the little colorful dolls, then put them back in the box and the deepest part of the drawer, as if they had never been turned over.
There was no movement outside the bedroom door. I don't know if Xu Chengfeng is still standing in front of the door. Zuo Yue turned over and lay on the bed, not wanting to worry about him.