The most ruthless is her

Chapter 77

Wang Nuo didn't want to talk to Jian Shuo anymore, so he walked aside.

Jian Shuo followed: "Hey, glasses girl, what can I do for you?"

Wang Nuo thought for a while: "You can have dinner with the children."

Jian Shuo said loudly, "You want me to eat with these immature children?" His expression was reluctance.

Wang Nuo: "If you don't want to, forget it."

Jian Shuo muttered and complained: "I don't want to!"

Wang Nuo: "Then go out and play on the swing."

Jian Shuo was taken aback for a moment: "Glass girl, why don't you persuade me?"

"What do you advise?"

"Persuade me to stay and eat with the immature child! Advise me that the immature child needs me very much!"

Wang Nuo: "Actually, it's okay, I can accompany you, and so can other teachers."

Jian Shuo stomped her feet: "Then I want to accompany you!"

She sat down at the table angrily, facing a child who was most unwilling to eat properly.

Wang Nuo sat down next to the other children and secretly paid attention to Jian Shuo.

She found that when she treated Jian Shuo in Ruan Mohan's way, she seemed to be able to find something funny about Jian Shuo.

She wanted to see how Jian Shuo "dealed" with the immature child in her mouth.

Jian Shuo pointed to the lunch box, and compared her index finger and middle finger to chopsticks, pretending to keep picking rice into her mouth and eating deliciously.

The child was unmoved.

Jian Shuo: "Hey!"

She seems to be getting better.

Picking up a broccoli in the lunch box, he threw it directly into his mouth and chewed.

Eating exaggeratedly, shaking his head and dancing.

Wang Nuo felt a little funny.

The child was attracted attention and began to look at Jian Shuo.

Jian Shuo took another broccoli and threw it into her mouth.

The child was unwilling, raised his two little hands, helped each other with his lunch box, and stared at Jian Shuo.

With a sly smile on Jian Shuo's face, he raised his hand, opened and closed his thumb and index finger, imitating the appearance of crab claws, squinted his eyes, and aimed at the lunch box that the child was protecting in his arms.

He shot suddenly, aiming at the broccoli in the lunch box, reaching out and taking it again.

The child panicked and found that he couldn't hide from Jian Shuo, the only way was to eat all the food into his stomach.

She began to gorge on broccoli, beans and braised pork.

Jian Shuo squinted his eyes and stood aside, like a cat stealing food, reaching out for a bean, and reaching out for another piece of braised pork.

Every time I get it, I will show the smile of a naughty boy, laughing and laughing.

Children eat faster.

Soon the whole box of lunch was exhausted, leaving only the last piece of braised pork.

When the child was about to fork the braised pork, Jian Shuo reached out, grabbed the piece of braised pork, and threw it into his mouth.

Smiling and sucking his fingers, he made a satisfied "tsk tsk" sound.

The child was taken aback.

Started crying, snot and tears flying.

Jian Shuo took a look at the child and started crying too, blah, blah, blah.

The child was howling dryly, but there were real tears between Jian Shuo's fingers.

Weep bitterly, sincerely.

The child was stunned, he forgot his fake cry, and concentrated on watching Jian Shuo cry.

Wang Nuo was also a little dazed watching from the sidelines. She never expected that 26-year-old Jian Shuo would really cry right here while eating dinner.

She walked over: "what's the matter with you?"

Jian Shuo cried: "I haven't eaten enough braised pork!"

Wang Nuo pressed his temple: "I'll give you another box."

"No! Give me another box, it's not the one I wanted to eat just now!"

This is all a mess.

Wang Nuo didn't understand Jian Shuo's logic.

She had a headache: "Then what are you going to do?"

Jian Shuo ignored her and continued to cry sincerely.

Suddenly, there was a faint scent of fir in the classroom.

Jian Shuo obviously covered his eyes and cried, but at this moment his fingers were opened, his black pupils were slyly turning, and he peeked through the fingers.

Ruan Mohan walked into the classroom with a clear and cold face.

The six-centimeter high-heeled shoes gently tap the ground, like a light and charming dance step.

Wang Nuo stood up: "Here we come."

Ruan Mohan nodded: "I'm working late today, what else can I do?"

Jian Shuo found that Ruan Mohan didn't even look at her, and cried even more sadly.

Wang Nuo: "She..."

Ruan Mohan subtly shook his head slightly, signaling Wang Nuo not to speak.

Wang Nuo still has this tacit understanding, so he stopped talking immediately.

Ruan Mohan followed Wang Nuo to the side to help the children clean up the tableware after eating.

Jian Shuo glanced through her fingers, then glanced again, couldn't bear it, and jumped over: "Ruan Mohan! You're finally here to pick me up!"

He stretched out his hand to pull Ruan Mohan.

Ruan Mohan dodged indifferently: "You just picked up the vegetables with your fingers."

His fingers glisten under the classroom lights.

Jian Shuo saw that Ruan Mohan didn't let her touch her, and her red eyes were even more aggrieved, turning from a cat to a rabbit.

Wronged and called her: "Ruan Mohan..."

Ruan Mohan glanced at Jian Shuo.

Jian Shuo saw that Ruan Mohan finally paid attention to her, like a child who finally has someone to care about after falling down, with tears in his eyes: "Ruan Mohan..."

Wang Nuo was a little panicked, and explained from the side: "She didn't seem to have had enough braised pork just now, so I said I'll give her another box..."

Before Wang Nuo could finish speaking, she saw Ruan Mohan waving at her.

Stepping to Jian Shuo's side, he raised his hand, and flicked Jian Shuo's forehead with his slender fingers.

Jian Shuo covered her forehead and let out an "ow".

Ruan Mohan looked indifferent: "Don't pretend to be here with me."

Jian Shuo burst out laughing all of a sudden, "giggling", her eyes were still red and swollen with tears, the mood of pear blossoms raining just now is still there.

Wang Nuo was dumbfounded.

Jian Shuo followed Ruan Mohan: "Ruan Mohan, why did you work overtime for so long, and why did you come to pick me up?"

"Ruan Mohan, I really didn't eat enough braised pork, I only ate two pieces, can we have braised pork tonight?"

"Ruan Mohan, why are you ignoring me? Shall I take you to the playground to play on the swing?"

"Ruan Mohan, Ruan Mohan, Ruan Mohan..."

Ruan Mohan ignored her the whole time, lowered his head, and packed the children's tableware.

Wang Nuo was on the side, packing up the tableware, while listening to Jian Shuo excitedly shouting:

"Ruan Mohan, Ruan Mohan, Ruan Mohan..."

Ruan Mohan finally raised his head: "Do you want to play on the swing?"

"Clean up these dishes and wash them."

Jian Shuo shouted, "Why me?"

Ruan Mohan: "Because you want to play on the swing."

Jian Shuo pointed to the teachers in the classroom: "This is their job."

Ruan Mohan said indifferently, "They don't want to play on the swing."

Jane Shuo: ...

She felt that she was surrounded by Ruan Mohan.

******

Wang Nuo deliberately went to the kitchen to take a look.

Seeing that Jian Shuo was actually standing there, washing the dishes, although he was muttering and cursing.

Wang Nuo felt that it was very strange.

She went out from the kitchen and saw Ruan Mohan standing by the corridor, smoking a cigarette.

Standing against the wind, you are afraid that the smell of smoke will be blown into the classroom by the wind.

Wang Nuo walked over: "Mohan."

"Your aunt...will she still come to see you?"

Ruan Mohan shook his head: "I don't think so."

Wang Nuo stood beside her and watched the night with her, and found that Ruan Mohan's gaze fell on the swing in the playground.

Jian Shuo didn't squat on it, but there was wind at this time, the swing had no weight, and it swayed gently with the wind.

Squeak, squeak, squeak.

Wang Nuo and Ruan Mohan looked at the swing together: "Jian Shuo..."

Ruan Mohan took a puff of cigarette: "I don't think she is troublesome, nor do I think she is abnormal."

Wang Nuo smiled.

Ruan Mohan knew what she wanted to ask.

Wang Nuo smiled, but his heart was heavy.

Ruan Mohan said, "Wang Nuo."

"I like Jane Shuo."

Wang Nuo's heart trembled: "How much do you like it?"

Ruan Mohan looked at the swing, and then exhaled a puff of smoke into the night: "Once, she was misunderstood by her family and ran away."

"I couldn't find her, so I drove the car and searched for her everywhere in Beicheng."

"What I thought at the time was, if I can't find her, I'll keep looking."

Wang Nuo asked softly, "Then why haven't you been able to find it?"

Ruan Mohan smoked a cigarette: "Just keep looking."

Wang Nuo: "Looking for a lifetime?"

Ruan Mohan gave a faint "hmm".

"Look for a lifetime."

Wang Nuo stared at the swing on the playground in the distance.

In a piece of night, swaying with the wind, squeak, squeak, squeak.

Wang Nuo recalled the "Nightingale and the Rose" she had just read, and the sentence that caught her eyes on the copperplate page: "Be happy, you are about to get your red rose. (Remark 1)"

She asked, "Why doesn't Jian Shuo eat ice cream?"

Ruan Mohan took a puff of cigarette.

Wang Nuo saw her lips pursed.

She asked Wang Nuo: "Did Jian Shuo tell you?"

Wang Nuo nodded.

Ruan Mohan: "She didn't tell you why?"

Wang Nuo: "No."

Ruan Mohan: "Then I can't seem to say..."

Wang Nuo smiled.

A heart is still heavy, but also a little relieved.

She spoke again: "Mo Han."

"Jane Shuo is really suitable for you."

"Now... are you willing to be a person with feelings?"

Ruan Mohan continued to smoke: "Yes."

The faint tone was deafening in Wang Nuo's ears.

Wang Nuo let out a breath: "That's good."

"That's good, Mo Han."

At this moment, Jian Shuo ran out of the kitchen, her ten-centimeter high heels hitting the ground in a brisk rhythm, tapping, tapping, tapping.

"Ruan Mohan, I finished washing the dishes, let's go on the swing!"

Ruan Mohan said indifferently: "You go first."

"I'm done smoking, come back."

Jian Shuo narrowed her eyes, looked at Ruan Mohan, and then at Wang Nuo.

Slowly dragging his steps, he walked towards the playground.

After walking two steps, he turned his head suddenly, narrowed his cat-like eyes, and stared at Wang Nuo warily.

He turned his head again and continued to move forward.

Before taking two steps, he suddenly turned his head and stared at Wang Nuo vigilantly.

Wang Nuo smiled.

Jian Shuo let out a "hum", and without looking back, she walked triumphantly to the playground.

Ruan Mohan and Wang Nuo looked at Jian Shuo's back.

When taking his last puff of cigarette, Ruan Mohan said, "Wang Nuo."

"Thank you."

Wang Nuo gave a soft "hmm": "You go."

Ruan Mohan: "Then I'll go."

"Okay." Wang Nuo: "Goodbye, Mo Han."

"Goodbye, Wang Nuo."

Wang Nuo watched Ruan Mohan's back go away, walked into the night, and walked to the swing.

Jian Shuo, who was squatting on the swing, jumped off at once.

Ruan Mohan sat down on the swing, and Jian Shuo walked around behind Ruan Mohan.

Ruan Mohan turned his head, as if asking something, Jian Shuo stretched out a pair of white hands in front of Ruan Mohan and shook them for a while.

It seems that Ruan Mohan is asking if Jian Shuo's hands have been washed clean.

Wang Nuo smiled, turned around, and walked towards the office alone.

The "Nightingale and the Rose" she read just now should be put back in the book corner.

******

On Sunday afternoon, Ruan Mohan asked Jian Shuo and Ruan Qingyin to stay at home, saying that he had to work overtime and went out alone.

She drove steadily until a small German-style western-style building with a red wall and a steeple came into view.

She parked the car in the garage on the side of the small western building, got out of the car, and went to the gate to wait.

Although there is a maid in the house who can open the door for her, she wants to wait for Yang Haining to take her in with her.

Just like 18 years ago, when she accompanied her younger sister to Beicheng from her hometown, it was the first time she saw such a fairy-tale house in the world. At that time, it was Yang Haining who took her and her younger sister in together.

Soon, Yang Haining's car stopped at the gate of Jian's house, and Yang Haining got out of the car with the help of the driver.

Ruan Mohan went up to meet him, glanced at the driver, Yang Haining smiled and said, "It's okay, he's one of our own."

The driver took the car to the garage and parked it.

Yang Haining took Ruan Mohan into the simple house.

Ruan Mohan looked around.

The creaking old wooden floor, the old piano with a little yellow keys, and the antique wooden furniture covered with curtains.

After she joined the job to listen to the music, she came to Jian's house several times, and every time she came, she couldn't help but look at it again.

Everything is the same as it was when she first stepped into the house 18 years ago.

Yang Haining walked beside her on crutches, noticed her eyes, and asked with a smile, "Nothing has changed, has it?"

Ruan Mohan nodded: "You are nostalgic."

Yang Haining took Ruan Mohan to sit on the sofa.

The helper came up and asked Yang Haining and Ruan Mohan what they wanted to drink, until the helper made a pot of bird's tongue and brought it up, then backed off.

Ruan Mohan spoke again: "I heard that people who love the past are affectionate people."

She remembers the first time she stepped into the house 18 years ago.

Everything is strange, with luxurious and charming eyes, but Yang Haining's warm smile is enough to offset the sense of distance brought by the elegant cheongsam.

She smiled and hugged Ruan Mohan and her younger sister's shoulders, and asked them what they wanted to eat.

They also brought peach cakes, sesame cakes, thousand-layer oil cakes, and some Yangzhou snacks that Ruan Mohan couldn't name. He said with a smile that his hometown was in Yangzhou.

That afternoon, Ruan Mohan and his younger sister were sitting in the quiet simple house eating snacks. Yang Haining didn't like to use the air conditioner, so an old-fashioned electric fan squeaked.

Yang Haining talked about the endless willows in Yangzhou, the endless blue sky, and the endless wandering boats, until the night fell and a bright moon rose that could not be seen enough.

Three points of the world are moonlit nights, and two points are rogues. Yangzhou. (Note 2)

Whatever Yang Haining said, Ruan Mohan used sign language to translate it to his sister.

There should be more details, but Ruan Mohan can't remember clearly.The sweet taste of snacks in the mouth, mixed with Yang Haining's narration, turned into a chaotic, boundless and beautiful dream.

Relying on all the beautiful imaginations of Ruan Mohan's childhood, she realized that the world is not only filled with bitter scolding, vicious beatings, and splashing water that robs dignity.

There is a better world, and when she is old enough and strong enough, she can take her sister to touch.

Yang Haining didn't need to take Ruan Mohan and his sister to his home. In the funding agreement, the only things he signed were sponsorship of hearing aids and maintenance of follow-up use.

But Yang Haining did it anyway, as if he wanted to leave some good memories for them.

And two years later, Yang Haining still remembered their sisters, and contacted them again with the doctor from that year, inviting them to come to Jianzhai in Beicheng for the Spring Festival if they were interested.

It's just that before the Spring Festival, when the first snow fell that winter, my sister fell into a pool of blood.

Ruan Mohan never came to Jian Zhai again, until 18 years later, she joined the job to listen to music.

Goodbye Yang Haining, still the way she remembered.

She couldn't imagine that an old man who was so kind to strange children would be so indifferent to his own granddaughter.

But everything Jian Shuo encountered was witnessed by her own eyes.

She asked softly, "Why?"

Yang Haining smiled and said, "Miss Ruan, I have rheumatism, and my legs and feet are inconvenient. Can you go to my bedroom and get something?"

"There's an old photo album in the first drawer of my bedside table."

Ruan Mohan: "Shall I enter your bedroom?"

She has always been a person with a sense of distance and sense of proportion.

Yang Haining smiled: "It's okay, I can trust you."

Ruan Mohan went, quickly found the photo album, took it back to the living room and handed it to Yang Haining.

Yang Haining told her to sit beside him: "Look, this is when I was young."

Ruan Mohan stared blankly.

A face in the photo is very similar to Jian Shuo now.

It's not about appearance, but in terms of appearance, there are only charming eyes and a pointed chin, which is a normal resemblance between grandparents and grandchildren.

It was more like the look, with a smile on his brows and eyes, very similar to when Jian Shuo looked at Ruan Mohan.

Yang Haining pointed to another photo: "This is when I was four years old."

"And this one is when Ah Shuo was four years old."

Yang Haining looked at it and laughed.

Ruan Mohan's heart was shaken, Jian Shuo when he was four years old, and Yang Haining when he was four years old, his expression was [-]% similar.

Yang Haining closed the album: "Miss Ruan, you are right, people who love the past are affectionate people."

"And all my life, the pain is in this deep feeling."

Ruan Mohan looked at Yang Haining quietly.

Yang Haining: "I don't know if it's my whole life or everyone's whole life, I can't escape being accompanied by death."

"I lost my sister when I was 22 years old, and lost my parents. Fortunately, I met an old man, got married, and had a son."

"Then my son grew up, went to school, got married, and had a grandson, just when I thought life was smooth and it was okay."

"My daughter-in-law passed away while giving birth to my granddaughter. Then, my son was devastated and traveled all year round. After going skiing in Switzerland, he never came back."

Yang Haining stared at the cold cup of tongue on the coffee table: "Everyone told me that he encountered an avalanche, it was an accident. But I always wondered, did he encounter an avalanche by accident, or did he want to encounter an avalanche?" Woolen cloth?"

"Then I found something in myself."

"Every time I encounter death, I am the slowest one to come out. I always wonder why a person who was alive in front of my eyes one day turned into a pile of ashes the next day?"

She smiled desolately: "Sometimes, there is not even a pile of ashes. For example, my son, until now, has not even found the ashes."

"I can't let it go, I can't get out. The old man always advises me to be more ruthless, but how can it be so easy to be ruthless? Miss Ruan, to tell you the truth, I have suffered from depression for a long time, and I have lived in a hospital for a long time. hospital."

Yang Haining smiled lightly at Ruan Mohan: "Now you understand?"

Ruan Mohan nodded.

"You discovered very early on that Jian Shuo is too similar to you."

"Correct."

Yang Haining: "On the day of her father's funeral, I thought that a four-year-old child would not understand anything, but she cried like a small animal that lost its nest."

"She knows everything, and like me, she has too much heart and love."

Yang Haining looked at Ruan Mohan: "Miss Ruan, I don't want Ah Shuo to be like me."

"That's too... painful."

She took a deep look at Ruan Mohan: "I think you can understand me."

Ruan Mohan nodded.

Once she made the same choice as Yang Haining in order to avoid pain.However, she is for herself, and Yang Haining is for Jian Shuo.

"A Shuo's heart is heavy and sensitive, so I hid her since she was a child to prevent her from being exposed to the media."

"The old man and I are both old, and the old man is not in good health. I don't know when Ah Shuo will suddenly face our death again."

"Because I love her so much, I hope she doesn't love me, and the same goes for the old man."

"When the old man passed away, I had been paying close attention to A Shuo. Seeing that her pain seemed to be less than mine, I felt that I was doing the right thing."

Ruan Mohan: "But."

Yang Haining: "You are right, but actually I did something wrong."

"How can people be truly emotionless?"

"It was I who pushed Ah Shuo step by step to the point where she is so perverse and eccentric. When I saw how pitiful she was in front of Jingxian, I realized how wrong I was."

Ruan Mohan asked: "You don't want Jian Shuo to continue listening, and the reason is the same?"

Yang Haining nodded: "Her, when I found out that she was just pretending to be like that, I hoped that she would be as far away from listening as possible."

"If she is allowed to compete with A Ming and Jingxian, she will be sad."

Ruan Mohan: "But if Lingyin is no longer the one created by Mr. Jian Ke and you, wouldn't Jian Shuo be sad?"

Yang Haining: "What do you mean?"

Ruan Mohan took out two thin sheets of paper from the bag beside him and put them on the tea table in front of Yang Haining.

******

When Ruan Mohan returned home, Jian Shuo and Ruan Qingyin were sitting on the sofa watching TV.

Jian Shuo: "Ruan Mohan!"

Ruan Qingyin: "Mom!"

Jian Shuo said louder: "Ruan Mohan!"

Ruan Qingyin was louder than her: "Mom!"

Jian Shuo glared at Ruan Qingyin: "You!"

Ruan Qingyin made a funny face at her: "Ee Lie Lie, Lie Lie."

Jian Shuo hummed, closed his eyes and raised his head, and said louder: "Ruan Mohan! Ruan Mohan! Ruan Mohan!"

Ruan Qingyin covered her ears: "It's so noisy!"

Jian Shuo ignored it: "Ruan Mohan! Ruan Mohan! Ruan Mohan!"

Ruan Mohan put down his bag and walked over, standing in front of Jian Shuo.

Jian Shuo was still closing her eyes and shouting: "Ruan Mohan! Ruan Mohan! Ruan Mohan!"

Ruan Mohan reached out and hugged her head in his arms.

Jian Shuo was taken aback for a moment, and instinctively earned a bit.

Like a wild cat, wandering for too long, there is an instinctive fear of intimate touch.

Ruan Mohan didn't let go, and tapped her head twice with his slender fingers, making her lean on his belly.

The little belly rises and falls slightly, which is a familiar breathing rate.

There is also the smell of Ruan Mohan's body, overwhelming and enveloping, it is the familiar aroma of fir trees.

Jian Shuo calmed down and did not move.

Ruan Qingyin protested: "Mom! Why don't you hug me?"

Ruan Mohan pursed the corners of his lips.

It is clear that Ruan Qingyin is also a child who doesn't like to be touched so much, she finds it troublesome.

Ruan Mohan said to Ruan Qingyin: "Give me to the servant today."

Ruan Qingyin continued to protest: "Why?!"

Jian Shuo's head was in Ruan Mohan's arms: "Hey, Ruan Mohan..."

She wanted to struggle again, Ruan Mohan tapped her head twice with his slender fingers.

Jian Shuo still wanted to move, but Ruan Mohan stretched out his hand to pinch the back of her skin, like pinching a cat.

Jian Shuo remained obedient again.

Ruan Mohan kept Jian Shuo's head in his arms and asked her:

"What is your wish?"