Chapter 24: Lie to yourself

Of course she knew he was a man of temper.
Domineering bad temper.
She couldn't break free, and his heartbeat sounded fast and powerful in her ears. He was sweating and his breath was unstable.
"You loose it." Ning Zhen reached out and pushed him.
He looked down at the person in his arms, afraid of her being angry, and let go of his arm: "Don't you hear me?"
Ning Zhen gave a dull hum.
She can't run, she doesn't want to suffer.
The shadow of the tree was covered, and the alley was quiet for a while.
Lu Zhiping recovered his breath and said softly, "Ning Zhen, my love letter."
He stretched out his hand and passed the blue envelope.
A small water mark is on it, it should be sweaty from his palm.
She knew long ago that Lu Zhi has always been persistent.
His black forehead was soaked, but his eyes were shiny.
He stretched out his hand and waited quietly for her to move.
Ning Zhen curled his fingertips slightly and took it. He smiled suddenly, with a deep smile in his eyes, Ning Zhen felt a little at a loss, she lowered her head: "Then I'm leaving."
"Can you check it out first?" He tilted his head and smiled, "Student Ning Zhen, I'm afraid you will throw the trash can when you leave."
She blushed, is she that bad?
"Look, eh?"
Ning Zhen bit his lip and opened the letter.
The white paper and the black text were accidentally written carefully and neatly.
A very thick love letter, full of those six words.
Ning Zhen saw the words on the paper clearly, startled.
He laughed lowly: "Knowing that you will fall back on the bill, I will lie to myself."
Write it once and be happy again.
When the heart is moving, the body will never be tired.
The six words he wrote are—Ning Zhen was written by Lu Zhi.
He wrote it ten thousand times, and he almost thought it was true.
Seeing her dumbfounded, he couldn't help but feel itchy, and his Adam's apple moved slightly: "Are you agreeing?"
Ning Zhen took a step back and pinched the paper with his fingers. The heart beats like a drum.
So nervous, he withdrew his hand regretfully.
When she opened her lips, he was interrupted slightly irritably: "Don't say rejection, it sounds like that."
He bent over and met her beautiful eyes, his tone a little stubborn: "Hey, what's wrong with me? Tell me. I'll change it."
Ning Zhen was speechless, but actually asked her to say that she couldn't say anything.
Lu Zhi this year is very good, really good.
Seeing that she didn't answer, the corners of his lips raised slightly: "Can't tell, eh? Ning Zhen, to be honest, you don't feel nothing for me, right."
In a moment of silence, she squeezed the letter paper in her hand and shook her head gently.
The color in his eyes dimmed, and he sighed quickly: "Can you give me a hug?" He stared at her eyes, "Just hug."
Ning Zhen still remembered the bad things he did when he hugged her last time, "No, your words don't count."
"This time it really counts." He smiled helplessly, "I haven't seen you for a long time, and you don't want to miss me, give me a hug, so you won't bother you, OK?"
He opened his arms and his eyebrows were clear and handsome: "Come here by myself or me?"
The wind moved her light blue skirt and he walked over.
Ning Zhen took two steps forward, gently hugged him, and moved away at the touch of a touch, so soft that he thought it was an illusion.
The scent of her nose lingered on her body, and the smell disappeared for a moment. Lu Zhi clenched his fingers into a fist and didn't embarrass her anymore: "Ning Zhen, you can go."
Anyway, she took the initiative.
There is nothing dissatisfied.
She glanced at him one last time, turned and walked out. Zhi Lu watched her disappear from the corner of the street, and cursed lowly.
He shouldn't be soft-hearted, he regretted only letting her go.
Lu Zhi leaned against the wall, his finger touched the phone in his trouser pocket, and he felt it out.
Click on the photo.
It's all the same person.
Her straight back, the appearance of writing the question seriously, and her charming profile.
He slides his fingers up and down, a smile on his lips.
It's not over yet.
Between them, it has just begun. She has already taken that step, and he will take the remaining ninety-nine steps.
The holiday flies slowly and quickly.
The love letter was pressed by her under the album and locked, which became Ning Zhen's two incomprehensible concerns.
One thing she started chasing, the other one should be discarded.
Fortunately, it is still early, and there is still time for both things.
The day Tang Zhuo left for his grandfather's house was July 18th. Ning Haiyuan and Xu Qian were both at work. Tang Zhuo got up late and took the bus to Q city by himself.
The weather was gloomy, and Tang Zhuomei greeted Ning Zhen and dragged his suitcase out the door.
The wheels of the suitcase made a huge noise in the living room, and Ning Zhen's dance practice in the room stopped.
She hesitated a bit. As a step-sister, she didn't know if she should give him one.
Although Tang Zhuo is not salty to her, Xu Qian is really good to her.
With this hesitation, Tang Zhuo walked out of the house.
Ning Zhen closed the dance video and stood by the window and looked downstairs. The young boy was wearing a dark blue T-shirt, pulling his suitcase and walking out without expression.
Regardless of past and present, Tang Zhuo shouldn't like this family.
He was in the same situation as Ning Zhen, but he was not as good as Ning Zhen. Anyhow, Xu Qian wanted to get close to Ning Zhen, but Ning Haiyuan faced Tang Zhuo in embarrassment.
His back figure disappeared, and there was rain in the sky.
The gray sky looked very depressed. The light rain tends to gradually decrease.
Ning Zhen opened the window and stretched out his hand to feel the cold rain.
She waited for two minutes, but Tang Zhuo never came back.
Ning Zhen closed the window, took two umbrellas and put on shoes.
When she ran, the rain was floating on her face, and after a while, the rain was getting bigger and bigger.
She didn't care about so much, and accelerated her pace, and soon saw Tang Zhuo's back.
He was still at that speed, and did not speed up because of the rain.
"Tang Zhuo--" She yelled, and the person in front stopped and looked back.
Ning Zhen chased up. She ran for a while, panting, and she didn't have time to open another umbrella, covering him with her own, and handing the other umbrella over: "You take this."
Tang Zhuo was half wet with raindrops on his hair. He glanced at her in silence and said, "No need."
"You take it, you will have to walk a while when you get to Q city. By the time the rain is still falling, you can catch a cold easily." She persuaded dryly, knowing that the child didn't like her very much, and she never leaned in to find it for herself.
When Tang Zhuo took the umbrella, Ning Zhen breathed a sigh of relief.
"When you arrive, remember to call Aunt Xu, lest she worry."
Tang Zhuo raised his eyes and glanced at her indifferently: "That's my mother, I know it myself, I don't need you to worry about it."
The atmosphere cooled down.
Ning Zhen twitched the corners of his mouth: "I see."
The family that was forcibly formed was already facing many problems. After she was born again, although she was willing to accept this family, Tang Zhuo was unwilling, and she would not be able to claim herself as a sister.
Tang Zhuo opened the umbrella and withdrew from under her umbrella.
Pull the suitcase and walk forward.
After walking for a few steps, he frowned and turned back: "Be quiet in the room yourself."
Ning Zhen felt embarrassed at first with a thoughtless sentence, and then his ears were red.
Tang Zhuo’s room is next to her. She can’t be silent when she practices dance. She thought she had been cautious enough, but Tang Zhuo didn’t respond, but he did not expect him to know.
Knowing the secret by a fourteen-year-old boy, apart from endless embarrassment, she still has guilt.
Ning Zhen Nene apologized: "I'm sorry."
She didn't know it disturbed him.
Tang Zhuo didn't feel any emotions and didn't answer, turning around and pulling the suitcase away.
Ning Zhen couldn't help but gritted his teeth and said, "Tang Zhuo, can you stop telling me?"
Under the rain curtain, Tang Zhuo didn't answer, and didn't look back.
When Tang Zhuo was not at home, her dance practice was much more convenient. Xu Qian and Ning Haiyuan were no different from before. Ning Zhen breathed a sigh of relief. Tang Zhuo probably wouldn't say anything.
Turning the calendar page by page, the tension in her heart faded.
Ning Zhen didn't care too much about rankings and awards. She was pleased to be able to stand on the stage again, shaking hands with her previous self, and no longer escaping.
As a personal dance, JAZZ will be more attractive. She is in a hurry and is not as proficient as before because she chooses to dance MODENJAZZ.
MODENJAZZ is a kind of jazz dance, evolved from ballet, is a fusion of elegance and freedom.
Since rebirth, this has been her most peaceful period of time.
Lu Zhi didn't break his promise, he really didn't bother her after such a long vacation.
Only one morning, she turned on the phone and saw a text message from him.
[I miss you crazy]
The reception time is 04:35.
I'm crazy, thinking of tossing and turning in the middle of the night and sleepless.
But other than that, he was completely settled down. He didn't know what he was doing or where others were.
Ning Zhen turned off the phone and did not return him.
Everything will be fine, she Yu Zhi, just met, she is not something he can't give up in his life.
When flipping the calendar, she looked at July 30, marked in red, and suddenly realized that July 29 is also a special day.
It is Lu Zhi’s 18th birthday.
He went to school a year later, one year older than most in his class.
Ning Zhen couldn't help but smiled. Well, the self who was born again has a mental age of 19 and is older than him.
Hmph, a young adult, even if she is bullying and bullying all day long, she has no reason to guilty.
Ning Zhen never knew that once he danced, his courage and confidence would come back. It's not like her, but she is a better one.
Grandpa and grandma were very happy when they knew that she would participate in the competition.
She didn't go back to accompany the two old people this time, and they understood very well.
Grandma gave her an idea: "You go to S city two days in advance, fly over, and adjust your status early. On your father's side, tell him to come to us." After a pause, he said, "Zhen Zhen, you Be safe, don’t be like your mother..."
Speaking of the back, a little choked.
Ning Zhen’s mother went to teach with a group of volunteers back then. She heard that those children in the mountains might not have the chance to touch dance for a lifetime, and went to the mountains despite Ning Haiyuan’s objection.
At that time, both grandpa and grandma agreed with her to go.
The old man has lived for most of his life, knowing that his daughter and granddaughter are born dancers and love dancing in their souls.
Unexpectedly, the torrential rain fell, and when she was sent back, only the cold body remained.
The last sentence left by Ning Zhen's mother was to make her dance well with a smile, not to be lazy, she came back to check.
But dancing ended up being the most taboo thing for the Ning family.
Ning Zhen never mentioned it again. He had forgotten that he once loved dancing as much as his mother.
She was also the most dazzling and cheerful little girl.
No one understands the feeling, like a part of life has been stripped away, half of the world is still noisy, and the other half is quiet.
She finally decided to fly to S city on the 28th.
Her money was used to buy new costumes for the competition, and she lost her dancing clothes a long time ago.
On the evening of the 28th, she received a call from Lu Zhi.
The boy's voice was muted, but with a smile: "Ning Zhen, miss me?"
"Lu Zhi."
"Well, it's fine if I haven't forgotten me. Came back thousands of miles, I'm afraid you will forget who I am." There seemed to be a whirring wind, and the low horn sounded, and she was startled for a moment: " Are you driving?"
There was a low laugh and did not answer her.
After a long time, he said: "Ning Zhen, 29th, can you stay with me all day?"