The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 404: If not

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"How did I hear that you plan to wait until your legs are healed before marrying someone else?" Gu Changlin said again, squinting at Zhong Mingwei's red face, and his tone was a bit harsh, "Boy, say something you don't want to hear. , if your two legs are in trouble all your life, then you will never marry anyone else in your life?"

Zhong Mingwei was startled, then suddenly looked at Gu Changlin: "Sir, can my leg... be healed?"

"No, I just said it casually," Gu Changlin looked at the panic on Zhong Mingwei's face, couldn't help but let out a long sigh, reached out and patted Zhong Mingwei's shoulder, and said with emotion, "I don't understand, I just like people. If you like it, if you want to marry someone, then marry her as soon as possible. Why do you have to add so many prerequisites? What about waiting for your legs to heal, waiting for me to be the number one scholar, or waiting for me to return home in fine clothes, and then I will definitely marry you in glory? Are these sub-conditions really that important for marriage? Are they really more important than marrying someone and living a small life together?"

"Sir, if I were younger, in better health, had always been innocent, and had never married several wives, I wouldn't be like this." After a long silence, Zhong Mingwei spoke. To Gu Changlin, he expressed the worries and guilt that had been pressing in his heart, "But sir, you have also looked at me. I am thirty-three years old this year, a full sixteen years older than that girl. Speaking of which, at this age He is old enough to be her father, but that girl has always been taking care of me and accompanying me, and what can I do for her? Make a bowl of tea or wash a piece of clothes? To be honest, I despise myself in my heart. I despise it again, but I am still a cripple, and I have been crippled for so long. I don’t say anything, but I am anxious and uneasy. I don’t know when I will get better, let alone when I will be able to take care of that girl.” At this point , Zhong Mingwei paused, he looked at the vivid little bat on the bottom of his socks, his mouth tightened, "Sir, I feel guilty, and I have a hurdle. I can't overcome this hurdle. I really can't." I have the courage to marry that girl. When I think about it, that girl is going to marry you, a cripple, or an old **** who has married such a housewife. You don’t know how uncomfortable I feel in my heart. It hurts more than a knife. I can’t let myself go back young. , I can’t change the facts of the past. I can only hope that I will be healthy. At least these two legs will get better and not be a drag on her. Otherwise..."

If not, Zhong Mingwei didn't say any more, and Gu Changlin didn't ask any questions. The two of them sat in silence for a while, until Meiya's laughter came from outside, and the two of them came back to their senses.

"Boy, I can't say that your ideas are wrong, but I don't think they are all right either." Gu Changlin reached out and patted Zhong Mingwei's shoulder while standing up, "Maybe, you care about these things, but that girl doesn't Don’t care, that girl’s heart is as clear as water, do you really not know what is in it and what is she looking forward to?”

Zhong Mingwei said nothing, still staring at the little black bat. Gu Changlin said nothing more and went out with the plaster.

"Pang Yi, what did you do to Miss Gu? Why did Miss Gu see you looking like you've seen a ghost?" Meiya and Pang Yi came in one after another. Pang Yi looked embarrassed, but Meiya With a face full of curiosity and gossip, "Come on, tell me! Did you meet Miss Gu again last time you went to the village?"

"I didn't do anything," Pang Yi was about to die unjustly. He was so busy explaining to Meiya, "That's when Miss Gu happened to go shopping, so I gave her a ride. I’ve really never seen Miss Gu again.”

"Then what did she do to give you more than two taels of silver?" Meiya asked herself, sitting down next to Zhong Mingwei.

"What money?" Zhong Mingwei also asked casually, while filling a bowl of jujube tea and passing it to Meiya.

"Twenty-two or three dollars! That's a lot!" Before Pang Yi could answer, Meiya had already spoken first, tilting her head and staring at Zhong Mingwei and said, "When Pang Yi and I came out of the private school just now, , Miss Gu chased it out and stuffed it into Pang Yi's hand, and then Pang Yi took it without saying a word!"

"That's when Miss Gu went shopping and didn't have enough money, so I gave her money first. This time when we met, Miss Gu returned the money to me. That's it." Pang Yi was very honest. She didn't want to explain any more, but Meiya still held on.