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Chapter 896 Three women and one drama
"Why doesn't Jinghong speak?"

In front of the courtyard gate, Li Wan watched the guests leave with a smile on her face. She glanced behind her and found no one there.

She returned to the room and saw Lu Jinghong sitting there, holding a wine jug and pouring wine for himself.

The young man holding the sword poured cup after cup of yellow and turbid wine into his mouth and drank silently.

"nothing."

Feeling uncomfortable being looked at by Li Wan, he shook his head and said impatiently:
"Mom, go to bed early."

Li Wan said nothing, restrained her smile, came to sit at the table opposite him, and glanced at her son vaguely.

The two of them sat opposite each other like this for a while, one drinking while the other watched.

Lu Jinghong said irritably:

"Why is mother staring at her child?"

Li Wan said leisurely:
"Why? Are you unhappy? Are you jealous that a common man who is inferior to you in every way has such a talented sister who is so respectful and kind to you? Or are you dissatisfied?"

Lu Jinghong suddenly showed anger and said:
"What the hell, what nonsense are you talking about, mother? It's not true."

Li Wan looked at him, then looked away, smiled, poured herself a glass of wine, and nodded gently:

"Oh, that's not it. That's even more useless. He feels that the girl he cares about, Miss Song, seems to have some unclear feelings towards this Brother Liu? Also, his sister's jealousy seems to be true? He feels that Miss Song is really special to him?"

She narrowed her eyes slightly, followed the logic, and dissected her son's mind without hesitation:
"Well, before, you didn't think much about it, because you thought it was impossible. He was not worthy, and Miss Song couldn't be blind. But now, he has such an outstanding sister, who is not as ordinary as she seems. Suddenly, you feel like there is a possibility?

"I always feel like I'm worrying too much, but the reality seems to be that things are not going to go as planned, so I'm getting more and more annoyed? Is that right or wrong, Jinghong?"

When Lu Jinghong first heard the previous part, he was a little angry and wanted to refute, but as he listened... the young man in brocade clothes fell silent and lowered his head.

Li Wan looked at him with a smile.

The room was dim, and there was only a single swaying lamp on the table between the mother and her son.

After a while, Lu Jinghong looked up from the table, and Li Wan saw that his face seemed to reveal a look of deep fatigue and haggardness.

There was a rare hint of frustration in his tone:

"Mother, am I really useless? Why do I get so fussy about such trivial matters?"

Li Wan immediately shook her head and said in a gentle and comforting voice:
"No, my son is just too smart. This is called extreme intelligence can harm the body. This kind of sharp self-esteem is actually a gift, but it can easily hurt oneself.

"You have to know that you have done very well. You ranked first among the young men in Zhutang in this assessment. How much more powerful do you want to be? You must compete with Liu Qing, Chen Jiaxin, and even Song Zhian?"

The lady, who seemed to be well-informed, sighed quietly:
"Jinghong, you must know that many things in the world cannot be changed by your personal will. Many things are just like this and cannot be changed. How can they be as beautiful as you imagine? For example, Liu Aliang, such a rough man like a stuffy oil bottle, has a beautiful and charming sister. What can you do? Besides, why can't people have it?
"So, just accept it. There's nothing to be confused about. What you need to care about is how to maximize your own interests after the fact, instead of getting entangled in it. Do you understand?
"Even if, by some chance, Miss Song really has some special feelings for Liu Aliang, so what? Is there anything that is forbidden? In other words, has God stipulated that Song Zhian must never like anyone other than you? Do you think there is such a truth in the world?

"Many things are beyond your control. What you need to do is not to have childish expectations of others, such as Song Zhiruo, from the beginning, and think that she must have something."

She patted the shoulder of the dazed young man in brocade clothes and said in a surprisingly serious tone:

“It would be a good idea to come down to Yunmeng to see more of these people. It will help you grow a lot.

"Jinghong, remember, after you leave home, you are no longer the protagonist in any novel, and the other people you meet are not the protagonists in any novel either, but they are not supporting roles either. Don't be too self-centered, understand?"

Lu Jinghong hesitated for a long time, lowered his head slightly, and suddenly drank a few more cups.

"The child knows... knows."

He took a deep breath.

Li Wan then nodded slowly: "Yes, my son is very perceptive."

She smiled again;
"Well, get up early tomorrow and when you see Brother Liu, take the initiative to greet him, apologize, and say that you were a little absent-minded tonight. Then, pay attention to the situation between him and his sister Liu Qing, and resolve this small matter first."

"I know, mother."

Lu Jinghong nodded slowly: "My child was a little embarrassing tonight."

"Do not."

Li Wan smiled and said cruelly: "Actually no one is paying attention to you tonight. After all, children are just angry with themselves. Who cares? So Jinghong doesn't need to blame herself."

Lu Jinghong: ...

He wanted to say something but hesitated. Finally, he shut up and silently acknowledged what his mother said.

After a while, he laughed at himself:
"Mother is right. If it were in a novel, Brother Liu would definitely be the protagonist tonight."

Li Wan nodded with a smile, then shook her head:
"Don't worry, your Miss Song doesn't actually like him. At least, that's not what mother thinks right now."

"but……"

"You mean, the joke Liu Qing made with his brother, the questions he asked Song Zhian out of jealousy?"

Li Wan asked leisurely:

"Do you think that Miss Song shouldn't have remained silent at the time, as if someone had said something right?"

Lu Jinghong nodded.

Li Wan raised a finger and waved it gently:

"No, no, no. I can only say that you really don't understand women. That is actually a normal reaction of women... and other girls, especially a girl like Song Zhian."

"Mother, what do you mean?"

Li Wan glanced at the teacup in front of her. Seeing this, Lu Jinghong immediately stood up and filled her cup with tea.

Li Wan raised her cup and took a sip, then breathed a sigh of relief with some satisfaction, and continued:
"Song Zhian is actually very cautious and insecure. From the beginning, she took the initiative to contact you, including Liu Aliang and Sha Ergou... From this point, we can see that she is actually very insecure.

"A woman like this, if she's a bit dumb, will appear too strong. If Bingxue is smarter, she'll be like her, leading the team silently. So you can't feel her strength. But, Jinghong, think about it carefully. In the team, is she the one who has the final say, or is she the one who guides you?
"That's right. This kind of woman just likes this kind of feeling... the feeling of being completely in control and planning the environment within a few steps around her.

"So, when Liu Qing showed up tonight and revealed the brother-sister relationship between Liu Aliang and her husband, Miss Song must have felt very insecure at that moment. Or, in other words, she was very alert at the first moment, as if the territory of a tiger in the mountains had been invaded."

Li Wan raised her chin slightly, as if she understood women's thoughts very well, and chuckled;
"Although she often said before that she wanted to consult Miss Liu Qing, it was only a private talk after all. When it really happened and Liu Qingzhen appeared in front of her, she felt that this matter was beyond her control and understanding.

"Just like you have complicated emotions towards Liu Aliang, she also has complicated emotions... because, well, Liu Qing is a tiger that is more powerful than her. As a woman, after realizing this, she will be wary and have mixed emotions, a feeling that she is out of control.

"How should I put it? So, when Miss Liu Qing asked her name in front of the courtyard gate at night, her first reaction was definitely not to refute, not like your immature temper, but to observe carefully and identify carefully.

"Sometimes silence is not a tacit agreement, but a way of weighing the situation. At that time, the most appropriate and smartest response is silence. Using stillness to control movement, too much movement will easily reveal emotional flaws. Do you understand?" Li Wan said with a smile:
"You should learn this from Song Zhian. Her silence at that time was definitely not the same as your temper, Jinghong. There is a difference."

Lu Jinghong seemed to understand, but didn't quite understand, and nodded slowly.

At least he understood one thing. Miss Song's reaction at that time was not what he pessimistically guessed. He was relieved:

"That's fine, that's fine..."

Li Wan asked slowly:

"Jinghong, I met Liu Qing and Chen Jiaxin tonight. What do you think of them?"

Lu Jinghong pondered:
"This girl, Ah Qing, has a good personality and should be easy to talk to and suitable for dealing with. Unlike Chen Jiaxin, she is simply unreasonable."

"Do not."

Li Wan suddenly spoke, her tone intriguing:

"As for being easy to talk to, it's the opposite. You think Miss Qing is easy to talk to, but you are deceived by appearances. She is gentle, but that's just normal times. This kind of girl is the most persistent about the things she cares about, and she will stick to it until the end if she decides on something... If you really touch her reverse scale, no matter what you say, it will be useless. Even if you use favors or pity to beg her, she will be as hard as iron.

"It's the same with Chen Jiaxin. She looks hard to talk to, a little arrogant, and hard to get along with. But deep down, she's very easy to talk to. The prerequisite is to make her feel that you're one of her own, a person of the same kind, and someone who has a clear distinction between love and hate..."

Li Wan paused, turned to look at Lu Jinghong who was confused, stared at him and said:

"While chatting, I thought of my sister-in-law. Your aunt has the same personality. Chen Jiaxin is a bit like her. She looks difficult to get along with. Ordinary people find it difficult to talk to her and dare not talk too much. But in fact, she is easy to talk to as long as you are reasonable.

"Your aunt is strict and polite, but this is precisely because she is easily influenced and has to behave in a regulated manner, not only to herself but also to others."

Lu Jinghong was stunned by what he heard, but he was still skeptical about his mother's weird words. He didn't believe it, but he didn't care.

Li Wan naturally knew what her son was thinking, so she stopped forcing him. But after a while, she heard him mumbling:

"Mother, what about Miss Song? How should I talk to her?"

Li Wan twitched her lips and said, "I don't know. You can guess for yourself."

Lu Jinghong choked suddenly...

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Song Zhian and Yu Mili had just returned to the yard and stopped in front of the door.

After Yu Mili unlocked the door, she looked back.

I found that Song Zhian was turning around and looking at the dark night road behind them. Over there was vaguely the direction of Brother Liu and his friends' yard.

Yu Mili asked curiously, "What's wrong with Sister Song? What are you looking at?"

"No, it's okay."

Song Zhian answered calmly.

The pretty girl turned her head back, hiding the complicated look in her eyes. However, there was still a hint of confusion on her face that Yu Mili, who happily walked in, could not see.

When Liu Qing was questioning today, some kind of woman's intuition told her that there seemed to be something wrong with the relationship between Liu Qing and Brother Liu...it seemed like they were not real siblings.

What else could they be but brother and sister?
The somewhat joking words of the girl with the sword on her back can naturally be understood as a little jealousy of a younger sister who longs for her brother's love.

But a certain vague intuition came out of nowhere, and I couldn't explain the reason.

Unable to figure it out, Song Zhian looked at Yu Mili's heartless back in front of her.

She shook her head gently, suppressed those wild thoughts, and walked into the courtyard...

On the other side, in Ouyang Rong's room, Liu Qing walked in while looking around curiously, not realizing at all the huge waves her arrival tonight had caused among her brother's friends.

Without waiting for Ouyang Rong to signal, she turned around and closed the door.

"Brother, have you been living here these days?"

Ah Qing asked.

"Ok.

Ouyang Rong walked over and lit a candle.

The room brightened up.

"It might be a little messy. I'll go clean it up. You can sit on the stool over there..."

Ouyang Rong was talking when he turned around and saw Ah Qing walking to the side of his bed. She bent down, lowered her slender body, and deftly made the bed and folded the quilt for him with her small hands.

Ouyang Rong felt a little embarrassed:
"Leave it there, I'll do it."

Ah Qing shook his head from behind, complaining a little:
"Brother, why are you still being polite to me? It's not like I haven't made your bed before... Well, the bedding needs to be hung out to dry. I'll come tomorrow and help you hang it out."

Ah Qing bent down without hesitation and sniffed the sheets carefully, until the tip of his nose touched them.

Ouyang Rong looked a little helpless.

He knew that the girl was extremely stubborn in this regard and he couldn't stop her. After a short silence, he touched his cuffs, then suddenly turned around and walked out, not knowing what he was going to do.

Soon, Ouyang Rong returned again. Ah Qing was still making the bed with a serious look on his face.

He came straight to the couch and helped to make the bed.

"Oh, that's almost done. Brother, you'll wear the pile of clothes when you go to bed. You are not allowed to sleep in dirty clothes that you got soaked with sweat from going out during the day. Did you hear me, brother..."

By the bed, after finally finishing his work, Ah Qing let out a long breath, wiped the sweat off his face with the back of his hand, and muttered something to himself.

The dull young man next to her did not respond. She turned her head in confusion, only to see a big hand reaching out and handing her something, which immediately filled her entire field of vision.

It is half a peach with clear water droplets hanging on it.

The peach flesh is exotic and has a fragrant aroma.

Ah Qing's little face was stunned for a moment: "Brother..."

(End of this chapter)