The Little Brat’s Sweet And Sassy

"He doesn't understand composition, he doesn't know his intentions, and his color perception and aesthetic talent are almost zero."

Shi Yang snorted lightly,

"Physics, astronomy, boring experiments and complicated data processing... Do you know that she has no interest in these at all?"

"What are they talking about together? They don't have any common hobbies, and they are completely different from each other. Such two people should never be together."

There is a huge gulf between them.

"I'm different. I know her so well. She wants to see art exhibitions, chat, happy or unhappy, and no one knows better than me."

He has seen many of her paintings.

Her joys, sorrows and sorrows are all on the paper.

The first twenty years of his life have been peaceful and smooth.

He is a standard child of someone else's family, with outstanding talent and sensible manners.

Others practice repeatedly, and the paintings they draw are still no better than his own.

Praise, praise, admire, look up to.

He can easily get what others have been chasing for a long time.

In the eyes of everyone, he is the son of heaven, and they all long to be him and have everything he has.

Perhaps, however, it was all too easy to come by, or perhaps he was born with no interest in them—those extraneous emotions that would only disgust him.

Praise cannot make him happy, admiration cannot make him happy.

It seems that since he has his own consciousness, he naturally lacks something.

At first, he didn't realize that he was different from others, until one time when he was a child, he fell in love with a cat just bought by the child of the neighbor next door.

He wanted to take the cat back, but of course the other party didn't agree, so he finally agreed to lend him an afternoon.

When the family came to pick him up at night, he found that the kitten had been killed by him with a fruit knife.

Everyone was startled.

And yet he held the corpse of the kitten,

Refused to let go.

"It's mine."

he said.

That day, he was slapped by his parents for the first time.

It was also at that time that he knew that some thoughts could not be told to others.

They won't understand.

He has always been smart, and once suffered a loss, there will be no second time.

So he confessed, apologized, and repented.

He became a gentle, polite and elegant Shi Yang in everyone's eyes.

He sneered at those, but smashed them into pieces and made a golden body for himself.

Everyone wears a mask, including him, it's not difficult.

He is used to and is good at playing people's favorite appearance. Over time, the mask is worn for a long time, and it melts into the flesh, penetrates into the muscles and bones, and can no longer be taken off.

Until he met Gu Tingyin.

Lively, flexible, innocent.

She is so funny.

It has been many years since the cat died, and he has not felt that urge called "like" so clearly.

He looked at her class schedule, inquired about the art exhibitions she went to see, and asked about her favorite painters and subjects.

Of course he has many ways to know this from various sources.

She is so transparent after all.

He looked at her paintings, and sometimes he was lucky enough to get the scraps she painted in class.

Whether happy or sad, she is as clear as a handful of spring water, as long as he stretches out his hand, he can touch all the thoughts in her heart.

Only then did he realize how boring his first 20 years of life had been.

She is colorful and jumping.

How could he not like her?

Shen Li stood there, the rain dripping down her cheeks.

She was already soaked wet, and the autumn wind blew, bringing a chill to the bones.

"So you killed her."

Her voice was so soft that she was almost smashed in the wind and rain,

"Just because she doesn't like you, you tried to find someone to kidnap and failed, and set off that fire a few years later?"

"not me."

Shi Yang frowned slightly,

"Didn't I already tell you, I like her so much, how can I be willing? It just happened that someone wanted to extort a ransom, and later, the man who happened to live downstairs failed in his business, but there was still a family who wanted to keep."

He repeated:

"I said, I'm reluctant."

Shen Li didn't speak, the peach blossom eyes seemed to be raining, especially dark and cold.

"You are not much like her."

Shi Yang looked at her, suddenly the conversation changed, and his tone seemed a little regretful,

"So I don't like you very much. You shouldn't have been born, you know?"

Her existence reminded him all the time that Gu Tingyin belonged to Shen Zhijin.

He couldn't sleep day and night, every minute and every second was extremely tormented.

"It would be great without you." Shi Yang sighed, "Then she won't die."

He originally thought that sooner or later, she would eventually have a day that belonged to him.

"The twenty-sixth of June."

This fantasy was shattered forever.

He no longer hesitated.

He's going to take the cat home.

...

Stormy wind and rain.

The black sports car circled up the mountain road with great speed.

The road was littered with withered and yellow leaves, swept up by the wind brought by the car, flung off the cold water droplets, and swirled down again.

Lu Huai and Rong Se were cold, and their bodies seemed to be wrapped in a thick layer of awe-inspiring cold that could not be dissolved.

The mountain road is steep, the branches and leaves are lush, and the rain keeps falling on the windows of the car.

The chaotic images kept appearing in front of him.

Frame by frame, scene by scene.

Stagger, overlap, flash back.

As if something was pressing down on the heart, the oxygen in the chest cavity was constantly being plundered.

The fine and vague pain spread along the whole body, gradually becoming severe and biting.

He closed his eyes and wanted to remove all those pictures from his mind, but the more he did, the clearer the pain.

Mixed voices rang in my ears.

At the moment of the sudden braking, the tires rubbed the ground, the engine roared, and shattered with a heart-wrenching scream!

He raised his hand and ripped open the collar of his shirt, trying to break free from the tightness.

A button collapsed and fell into a dark corner without a trace.

Blue veins appeared on the back of his hand, and he was almost unable to breathe.

However, without her.

Still without her.

There was heavy rain ahead.

He's speeding up again!

...

"Zhijin has already rushed up the mountain. Judging from the location of the mobile phone, the distance between him and Yu Yu is shrinking. But there are still two problems. First, the location of Yu Yu's mobile phone cannot be determined. Li's location. Second: Yu Yu's cell phone has stopped moving ten minutes ago."

Zhao Hengshan stared at the screen, his brows furrowed,

"It's been so long, Shi Yang hasn't appeared at any checkpoint, so he should have gone up to the mountain. There is only one road on the mountain, and Huai Yu is behind him. It is estimated that... Shi Yang will catch up with Shen Li and the others earlier."

This is very troublesome.

"Zhao Bureau."

Gu Tinglan suddenly walked over quickly, still holding the phone.

Zhao Hengshan was stunned for a moment and picked it up subconsciously.

"Director Zhao, I'm Shen Zhijin."

Shen Zhijin's condensed voice came,

"Up to Xishan, there is another way."