I'm a world apart from you

Chapter 58 I'm still with you in the time you don't know (4)
Yang Qiao didn't feel anything wrong, so she took it over and looked it over, then turned her head to look at what Wen Singer was holding, pondered for a moment, and then pointed to the jade bracelet on her left hand: "This one."

Wen Ge didn't see the specific difference, and was just about to decide to wear the left hand when he heard a cold voice: "The right hand."

Wen Ge: "..."

She raised her eyes and met Wen Shaoyuan's cold gaze. After thinking for a while, she put both jade bracelets in front of Yang Qiao's sister-in-law and shook them slightly: "Uncle and Yang Qiao have different opinions, and I don't agree. Now that I know which one I want, my cousin will give me some advice."

Wen Ge's familiar name shortened the distance between the two of them in a short period of time. Although Yang Qiao's cousin didn't regard her as one of her own, she didn't treat her as an outsider either. She glanced at the jade bracelet, He glanced at Wen Shaoyuan, who had been unhappy since he came in with a sullen face, and carefully suggested: "Jade can support people, so no matter how good you give it to your mother, it's not good enough. There is also a jade bracelet germplasm in this batch." Good, high transparency, pure color, green and clear, but the price is a bit expensive."

Wen Ge frowned immediately, and hesitated for a while, but Wen Shaoyuan raised his finger slightly, motioning for her to bring the jade bracelet over for Wen Ge to see.

Wen Ge's eyes turned and fell on Wen Shaoyuan, stayed only for a moment, then stood up: "I'll go directly with you to have a look."

Yang Qiao's cousin was obviously stunned for a moment, but she didn't refuse, said "that's fine", and took her to the cubicle to look at the jade bracelet.

Yang Qiao came here today because of Wen Ge, looked back and forth between Wen Ge and Wen Shaoyuan, felt a little baffled, and simply followed.

Wen Shaoyuan sat there without moving, didn't even look away from the corner of the eye, just tightened the fingers that were playing with the jade wrench, so hard that the nails turned blue and white.

Cousin Yang Qiao looked at the jerky communication and stiff attitude of the uncle and nephew, and couldn't help being curious: "It seems that your niece doesn't kiss you?"

"It doesn't matter." Wen Shaoyuan's voice was low, as if denying something, with a bit of irrefutable dignity in his tone, "It's not my niece."

Cousin Yang Qiao was a little confused when he heard it, so he let out a confused oh, and didn't dare to ask him any more questions on his dark face.

The cool jade finger had already become a bit hot from the warmth of his fingertips. He put the jade finger on his thumb, stood up, and was about to say goodbye: "The jade bracelet she wants is cheap. point, I will pay you the difference."

Before Yang Qiao's cousin could say yes, he had already turned around, raised the bead curtain and walked out.

Wen Ge chose left and right, and finally took the good product that Yang Qiao's cousin said.

Originally, she thought that the price would be several times higher than she imagined, but when she heard the quotation, she immediately swiped the money with her card, for fear that cousin Yang Qiao would regret it.

After buying the jade bracelet, it was still early, thinking that he would have a whole day of rest tomorrow, Wen Ge immediately regained his energy, and went to the theater to watch a movie with Yang Qiao.

During the two-hour movie, Wen Ge laughed for a full two hours, and when he came out, his mouth was sour from laughing. While rubbing the corners of his lips, he and Yang Qiao squeezed onto the bus going back.

After sitting for a few stops, Wen Ge took a seat when there were fewer people.

After sitting down, she remembered to ask, "How is your market research going?"

"Not very ideal." Yang Qiao leaned on the seat in the front row of Wen Ge and looked down at her, "I hope that the career I will pursue in the future is something I am interested in."

Wen Ge nodded without commenting.

She originally wanted to choose a major in finance or hotel management. She thought that when she grew up, no matter what kind of career she had, she could help Wen Shaoyuan, so that he would not have to work so hard, and would have a trustworthy person to be the prime minister of his career kingdom.

But before that time, she had already fallen and bruised on the road walking towards him.

Later, she chose the Department of Journalism, not because she liked the major, but because she wanted what she said to have its own weight.

No matter which one, it is related to him.

Uncontrollably, she was easily influenced by him invisibly.

At that time, she knew that she would never be able to escape the shadow of Wen Shaoyuan in this life.

Yes, he was originally the unreachable sun, but now, he has become a shadow under the sun, and he is still the person on top of his heart, but he no longer has the meaning she gave him back then.

All the way to the gate of the community quietly, Yang Qiao sent her downstairs to the apartment before leaving.

Wen Ge listened to the rustling of the leaves by the wind in his ears, and looked at the somewhat similar backs of Yang Qiao and Wen Shaoyuan, and was in a daze for a while.

Seeing Yang Qiao's figure disappear around the corner of the apartment building, she frowned and turned around to walk into the apartment building, without noticing that the window of her living room was shining brightly like a spark.

Wen Shaoyuan watched her walk in with her head down, and then glanced at the figure who had already walked to the gate of the community from a distance—the figure was too blurred to see clearly, and a storm seemed to gather in his eyes, deep and deep like a whirlpool.

He chuckled lightly, and the slight movements of the corners of his lips shook off the ash of the cigarette he was dangling from his mouth, and it fell on the back of his hand with scorching heat, so hot that he seemed to be able to burn everything, but he didn't seem to There is no feeling, the eyes don't know where they fall, the eyes are distant and peaceful.

It wasn't until he heard the soft sound of the elevator arriving outside the house that he came back to his senses, held the cigarette between his fingertips, raised his hand lightly, watched it fall on the floor, lowered his eyes, and raised his foot to crush it a few times.

His handsome face, under the cool moonlight, looked even more lonely and cold.

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Wen Ge was a little absent-minded, the good mood in the movie theater just now dissipated without a trace, and now it was so heavy that she couldn't lift her feet.

After finally reaching the door of the house, she took out the key and opened the door slowly. Before she reached out to push it open, the door was pulled open from the inside.

Before Wen Ge could get scared, a hand stretched out from the dark room firmly grasped his wrist and pulled him into the room.

That hand, hot and dry, carried an irresistible force.

Outside the house is the light sound of the wind blowing the leaves, which is obviously pleasant to the ear, but it sounds like a devil giggling to the ears of Wen Ge, which makes people's hair stand on end.

She leaned back subconsciously, trying to break free from his grip, but the hand holding her wrist also exerted force, not too much, not too little, just enough to hold her, but not too much. It hurts her.

Only then did Wen Ge wake up, gave up the unnecessary struggle, and gradually saw the outline of the person in front of him in the darkness.

There is such a person who can make you remember deeply with just one glance, and for Wen Ge, Wen Shaoyuan is such a person.

It was because he was covered by the strong smell of smoke that she couldn't tell for a moment.

Wen Ge's gaze shifted from the hand he was clasping her to his somewhat blurred face in the dark, and hesitantly confirmed with a voice: "Uncle?"

No one responded to her, only the hand on her wrist suddenly tightened and squeezed her hard.

Wen Ge couldn't help frowning, pursed the corners of his lips, and was about to sneer at him, but before he could say anything, his hand loosened, and he clasped her shoulders, and with a little force, he pressed her into the cold behind the door.What followed was a soft sound of the door lock colliding, as clear as someone's heartstrings being snapped, with a buzzing sound, the lingering sound continued.

Wen Ge couldn't bear this kind of sound the most, he just felt his teeth itch, and his heart was numb from the shock.

Before she could recover from the voice, the person who locked her in front of her lowered her head and approached inch by inch.

Wen Ge's nerves tensed, and he tilted his head neatly like a conditioned reflex. At the same time, the condensed voice rose lightly, with a bit of resistance and fear, as piercing as sharp metal scraping across a smooth wall: "Wen Shaoyuan!"

His approaching movement stopped immediately, and he lowered his eyes slightly, looking at her who was so close.

The faint moonlight shone down, and it was just enough to see her expression at the moment—eyes closed, lips tightly pursed, brows furrowed, not only resisting, but also repelling.

His heart was suddenly as cold as if it had been frozen, and for a moment, his throat was so tight that it was difficult to even speak.

She turned her head, her face was cold, her eyes were full of coldness, she looked at him, and asked, "What are you doing now?"

The cold tone made all the strength in his whole body sucked away instantly, the hand that was pressing on her shoulder was loosened, and slipped to her arm, the fingertips were cold.

"It was you who told me not to like you, what about now?" She chuckled lightly, her tone was obviously very light, but it was extremely sarcastic, "Uncle, you can't wait to draw a line with me, what are you doing now?"

She slowly broke free from his confinement, and when her fingertips touched his hand, the suddenly cooling temperature made her tremble all over, and she felt a little bit of the illusion of the twelfth lunar month.

She pursed her lips tightly, those long-buried grievances, unwillingness, and complaints seemed to have finally found an outlet to vent, and the pain that had been pent up in her heart for a long time that could not be expressed was completely dug out by his inexplicable behavior at this moment.

"Uncle." She called him softly, she couldn't hear her emotions at the moment in her plain tone, only the tear-like light flashed in her eyes, which instantly hurt him deeply.

Those feelings that could not be suppressed, those thoughts that had been buried for a long time, hit him like a tide on this ordinary night, completely drowning him.

He leaned over to hug her, she was still so slender, he couldn't help but want to hug her tighter, tighter.

From the time Minneapolis saw Yang Qiao leaning over to hug her, he finally got his wish tonight.

He hugged her so much that she felt a little pain, but her heart was so soft that it seemed to melt.

Wen Ge closed his eyes, his temples throbbed a few times, and finally pushed him away cruelly.

"Wen Shaoyuan, the day I went abroad, I told myself that for four years, these four years, I will completely abandon you, stop pestering you, and stop embarrassing you. When I come back, I must be the one who only treats you as a little girl. Uncle." She laughed with a mocking tone, not knowing whether she was laughing at herself or him, "I did it."

Giving up my feelings for you is my salvation.

He stood one step away from her, his handsome face was hidden in the darkness, making it difficult for people to see his expression at the moment, only the deep and hoarse voice, like a torn brocade: "I regret gone."

Cool as water, sinking as night.

He finally raised his head, his eyes were long and peaceful, and there seemed to be waves rolling in his eyes, mixed with helplessness and embarrassment, Wen Ge felt numb when he saw it, so he turned his eyes away.

With a hoarse voice, he repeated: "Little Geer, I regret it."

What responded to him was the sound of opening the door. She held the doorknob and looked at him coldly: "I fell seriously ill there, and the radiator in the rented room was broken. There was no heat at all in the middle of the night. In the early morning I woke up from the cold, and I was still shivering after layer after layer of quilt..."

She took a deep breath, and slightly moved her eyes: "It was hard until dawn, so I hid in the coffee shop downstairs. I was top-heavy on the way to work in the afternoon, and was sent to the hospital by a part-time colleague, only to find out that I had a high fever of forty degrees I was in my junior year at that time, and I still hoped that you would be with me when I was most vulnerable, but you didn't.

"In the first winter vacation of my freshman year, I worked as a waiter in a small bar. I was harassed by a drunkard. I beat someone and ran out. It was snowing outside. I was cold and afraid, and I called you crying in the snow. That At that time, I hoped that you were with me, but you didn't either.

"If you're not there when I need you, then there's no need for you in the future."

After Wen Ge finished speaking, she clenched her fists secretly, restraining her involuntarily trembling hands, and when she looked at him again, her eyes were so cold that there was no more warmth: "Leave the key, you can go."

Wen Shaoyuan looked at her quietly, with the pain in his heart pressing down on his throat, he opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't say anything.

A big hole was dug in his heart by her own hands, and the pain was unbearable. When he stood in front of her, his whole body was so stiff that he could hardly move.

"When I wanted you to look back, you never looked back. You thought it was for my own good, but you never asked me if I wanted it?"

The light from the corridor came in, and she could clearly see his pale face and his shiny black eyes under the light and shadow.

Terrified, she grabbed his hand and pushed him out of the door.

Holding a breath in her heart, she couldn't vomit: "You once said that when you held me, let me hold your hand tightly, but when I tried to get close to you, you pushed me away, once, twice Time... until now, I don't have the courage to approach you anymore. The obstacles I used to be are still obstacles. You make me unable to see the way ahead, and I don't want to go on the road full of thorns .You make me feel that I love the wrong person, so... Uncle, it’s too late to regret it now.”

He still looked at her quietly without saying a word.

Wen Ge suddenly laughed.

Same as four years ago, no?She doesn't want to see him like this anymore, because that will only remind her of her stupidly persistent self.

She didn't look at him again, and closed the door with her hand raised, the little flame that was about to move in her heart gradually extinguished.

The fire that had been buried for four years was finally about to go out.

She looked at the last inch of light and asked herself - what are you expecting?
The long-awaited closing sound did not sound, and when the gap in the door slowly narrowed to a few centimeters, a hand suddenly stretched out from outside the door and blocked it on the door frame.

The heavy iron door slammed into his palm, and there was a muffled groan accompanied by a soft bone sound. In Wen Ge's astonishment, Wen Shaoyuan pushed the door open with his other hand, and walked in with a forceful posture.

In his eyes were determination and persistence that Wen Ge had never seen before, his eyes were burning brightly, and he was staring at her steadfastly.

"It's a small difference, a thousand miles away. I won't let this happen again." His voice was still hoarse, but it was extraordinarily powerful, "Ten years, use these ten years, for a chance to walk into your heart."

He stepped forward and walked in front of her in a few steps. His injured hand was hanging by his side, but he didn't seem to feel any pain at all, only his face was sickly pale: "Wen Ge, I don't want to lose you." , and I can't bear it...my future has nothing to do with you."

There was another light sound of the breeze blowing the leaves outside the house. Wen Ge looked at him, as if the tip of her heart was also swept by this breeze, it was numb and tingling, which caught her off guard.

This long-awaited response has been buried deep in her heart for four years, and the fire that was about to be extinguished was rekindled several times, although it was only a cluster of sparks, so weak that she didn't even notice it.

She stared at him for a long time, then pursed her lips and smiled: "Isn't it bad to be an uncle? Why do you have to face the old ones again? If you want it, I will give it to you? Don't you think you are too selfish?"

He frowned slightly, held his injured right hand with his left hand, and asked hoarsely, "Then do you think you can stop me?"

Wen Ge was speechless by his question, and glanced at his right hand involuntarily, thought for a while, and asked, "I don't think you were unwilling to respond four years ago, but you changed your mind after I left four years ago. I just came back, you Also..." She paused, and obviously found that she had revealed too much emotion, as if covering up, she deliberately lowered her voice: "Do you want to tell me?"

"It's not four years." His body was blurred by light and shadow, he looked down at her, his voice was hoarse but extremely magnetic, "I liked it very early... At first I thought it was just a sense of responsibility, your dependence It also made me take it for granted. Later, I didn’t want to change the status quo, so I avoided it and didn’t want to face it, because I was afraid that your heat wouldn’t last for 3 minutes. I was afraid, afraid that I couldn’t protect you, and that you would regret choosing me in the future , I’m afraid that when you grow up, you will meet more and better people-you are of a considerable age with them, and you can experience many things together that I can’t experience together. I am most afraid...you will leave me. "

He leaned slightly against the shoe cabinet, with a gentle and calm expression: "On the night of Shi Qian's wedding, I originally wanted to have a good talk with you, but I didn't expect such an accident to happen. Later, when you chose to go abroad, I convinced myself , give you four years, once the four years pass, I will be desperate."

He tilted his head, held her shoulder with his loosened left hand, and lowered his head to her forehead. His deep and quiet eyes were right in front of her eyes, as black as ink, as leisurely as distant mountains.

"I never left you, little Ge'er."

Those times when you thought you were alone, I was always with you.

Selfish?
Selfish.

Just to be together.

(End of this chapter)