When he was sixteen years old, Meng Ruo went to another city with his mother to join relatives from unknown generations ago.
I heard that a relative had a son who grew up in a wealthy family and had a wild character. He was unruly and rebellious. He was the proud son of heaven and a being who was held in high esteem by all the stars.
There are countless suitors behind him. They love him for being deviant and unruly, but no one has ever been able to really get close.
When they first met, Meng Ruo stood behind her mother and timidly called him brother.
At the end of the spiral staircase, the young man lazily raised his eyelids, his dark eyelashes forming shadows under his eyes, and his tone was extremely impatient: "I'm not interested in helping you take care of your children."
But then one night.
Meng Ruo was harassed by gangsters in an alleyway. When she was desperate, a wave of warmth covered her wrist, and the young man protected her behind him.
The black T-shirt he was wearing was blown up by the night wind. He stepped down on the opponent's feet in a condescending manner. His jawline was as sharp as a blade. He glared and warned: "Which hand can control her?"
"Believe it or not, I will kill you."
The dead branches blew and rolled up, and the melee ended.
Meng Ruo was so frightened that she squatted in the corner with her knees in her arms, her thin shoulders trembling slightly in the cold wind.
Suddenly a shadow fell in front of his eyes, and the man asked: "Are you scared?"
She raised her eyes to meet his dark eyes, and her cold breath filled her nose.
Zhou Xiran bent down and stretched out his hand towards her. The veins on his forearm were protruding and his tone was a little helpless:
"Coward."
"Take you home."
The heartbeat of youth is like weeds in the wilderness, which cannot be burned out but grow again when blown.
At that party, while we were changing glasses, a friend beside me joked: "I heard that Master Zhou has a little sister hidden in his family."
"Why don't you bring it out for us to see?"
Zhou Xiran frowned and his eyes were cold: "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll tear your mouth apart."
Others echoed: "How could Mr. Zhou like this type of thing?"
Meng Ruo, who was outside the door, pursed her lips and said nothing, her fingertips embedded in the palm of her hand.
Also that year, Zhou Xiran graduated and went abroad, and Meng Ruo's secret love ended with it.
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When we met again, Zhou Xiran was still casual and casual, enjoying himself in a state of drunkenness and wealth. The girl with red lips and white teeth approached with a smile, and the cheers continued.
Meng Ruo did not dare to forget the past and kept a certain distance from him.
After three rounds of drinking, drunkenness paralyzes the mind.
The ends of his eyes were forced to turn red, and the girl's panicked figure was reflected in the glass. Zhou Xiran twitched the corners of his mouth in a self-deprecating tone and murmured in a low voice.
"He has no conscience."
"I've been raising it for so long in vain."
Small theater:
Then one day, Zhou Xiran's gang of friends, who hadn't seen the eldest young master in half a year, came directly to his door.
The moment he opened the door, Master Zhou said with a cold face: "Don't come looking for me in the future."
The next second, everyone saw that their unruly drag brother turned around and held the little girl in his arms, whispering softly: "Baby, don't be angry."
"I only like you like this."
"Forget what they said before, okay?"
Everyone: "???"
[I once met a young man when I first fell in love. In my dark and lightless days, he was my moon.
Until later, the moon rushed towards me. ——Meng Ruo's Diary
Brother Leng Ao Ku × Well-behaved and gentle
The two are not related by blood/the age difference is 2 years/the secret love comes true/mutual redemption
Purpose: live a good life
