Chapter 652 Gong Yu's self mutilation

Gong Yu squatted in front of the oil painting and said in a low voice, "don't you answer? Yes, of course you don't want me to live a short life, otherwise I'm not engaged now. "

Everything is doomed.

He turned a big corner, but still came back to this home, or to assume the so-called responsibility.

He clicked on the painting, and the painting of burning clouds was opened like a mechanism, and a picture fell from it.

The back of the picture is facing up, with some fast blurring handwriting on it.

Xi Yu, my brother likes you. When you grow up, my brother will marry you, OK?

Gong Yu lies on the bed with the picture, his body is deeply sunk in the quilt. He looks at the lamp hanging above his head, and his eyes are full of despair.

The mobile phone suddenly vibrated.

Gong Yu picked up his mobile phone. It was a message sent by the servant. He sent all the photos of his engagement dress he didn't try on to his mobile phone.

Every picture reminds him that he is going to get married.

He wants to take the road he doesn't want to take, and it's most of his life.

"Bang!"

Gong Yu smashed his cell phone out.

It seems that all the air in the room has been taken away. Gong Yu can't breathe easily. He holds the picture in one hand, curls up painfully, bows his back, and rolls around on the bed like a terminally ill person painfully.

After a while, his face was all sweaty, and there was no brilliance in his gray eyes except despair or despair.

For a long time, he could not bear the feeling of suffocation. He sat up from the bed, took off his coat and rolled up his sleeves.

There was a new wound on his solid arm, a new wound on his flesh, a new wound on his skin, a new wound on his old body, and a dense star. It was terrible.

Gong Yu sat there, reached out to open the drawer at the head of the bed, picked up a black art knife from the inside, directly ejected the blade, and gave his arm a hard stroke.

Blade across.

Blood was gurgling.

With that pain blooming in the wound, Gong Yu was much more comfortable. People leaned back and looked at their arms with perspiration.

Looking at his wounds, Gong Yu felt very happy.

Unexpectedly, after more than ten years, Gong ou still knows him well. He is a cowardly man who has no commitment. As long as he is overwhelmed, he will either hide or die.

But this time, he can't choose to hide or die.

It can only be consumed.

The day he can't go on.

Gong Yu sat there, erect a leg, put his hand on his knee at will, and looked down at the blood trickling down from the wound, dropping on his body and on the bed. The color was bright red.

Comfortable.

Gong Yu looks back, raises his head and slowly closes his eyes, enjoying the rare pleasure of this moment.

The sun swayed in the window, brushed the furniture, brushed the paintings, like a hand gently stroked whose sorrow.

"Knock."

There was a knock at the door.

Gong Yu suddenly opened his eyes, and a voice rang out outside. "Big young master, is your mobile phone off? Miss York called to ask you out for a walk."

Take a walk.

Gong Yu turned his eyes to the picture he had put aside, and smiled at himself, "I know you won't make me comfortable for long."

He blamed him.

So, he just endlessly immersed in the pain.

Gong Yu came down from the bed, pulled the sleeve down without any wound, put the photo in the oil painting of tempering and burning clouds, picked up his coat and put it on, stood in the mirror to finish his clothes.

The servants came in from the outside. "Big young master, do you want to keep the appointment?"

"Go." Gong Yu said, gently spitting out a word and looking at himself in the mirror.

"The eldest young master and miss York have been very close recently. The engagement is near, and my wife is very happy. Today, they all went to the party." Said the servant, standing by.

In my impression, it's been a long time since my wife went out to the party. It's really rare.

"Then tell my wife about my date today."

Make mother happy again.

"Yes, sir." The servant said with a smile, suddenly glancing at the clothes on Gong Yu's body, which were bloodstained, and then he was stunned, "big young master, your clothes..."

Gong Yu looked down at his clothes, only to find that there was a pool of blood on his shirt. He said indifferently, "you just scratched it carelessly. Go and get another suit."

He is calm and calm.

"Yes." The servant turned and walked towards the dressing room. He stumbled under his feet and almost ran into the oil painting. Gong Yu's face changed and shouted, "don't touch my painting!"

The servant, who had always been gentle, was shocked when he suddenly got angry. He wanted to hold on to the painting and shrink his hand back. He got up from the ground and ran towards the dressing room.

God, it turns out that the eldest young master is no better than the second young master.

……

When Xiaonian began to study the daily life of Gong Jue and Luo Qi day and night, and looked down page by page, forgetting to eat and sleep.

At night, the lights illuminate the whole castle. Gong Ou comes out of the bathroom and sees Xiaonian sitting on the bed holding a yellow diary. She is wearing a bathrobe. The white of the bathrobe makes her skin better than snow. Her head is long on the shoulder side, and her black and white eyes look at the book carefully.

"Still looking, your eyes don't hurt?"

Gong Ou went and sat down beside her, his brows tight.

"It's engagement day soon. I want to find it again." Shi Xiaonian said, looking up at him, Gong Ou sneered, "do you really think that finding something here can make your mother change her mind?"

"Maybe."

Said Shi Xiaonian.

Gong Oula pulled the quilt and sat down beside her. She put one hand around her waist and took away the log in her hand. She said forcefully, "no more reading, sleeping!"

When Xiaonian looked at him, "let me see for a while."

"Don't look!"

"But it's the engagement ceremony right away. You don't mean it's the last time. Once the engagement is over, nothing can be retrieved." When Xiaonian went to rob the book again.

"That's not allowed!"

Gong Ou throws the diary aside and holds her firmly in her arms to prevent her from getting the book again.

"Gong Ou!" When Xiaonian saw this, he frowned. "You don't want to be so domineering. It's not that you say I'm wrong. I'm trying to make up for it now."

Time is running out.

If she can't think of a way, she can only watch the mistake continue.

"Yes, I said that, but I also said that your fault is my fault!" Gong Ou stared at her and said, "I am responsible for this mistake!"

"I'm afraid you'll come." When small read to confess tunnel.

"I'll mess about?"

"You've been messing around."

Gong Ou's IQ was challenged, and her black eyes glared at her fiercely. "Shixiaonian, do you want to compare your IQ with mine?"

"I want to compare EQ with you." When I was young, I was serious.

"Go away!"

"Oh, then I'll go to the journal." When Xiaonian resolutely turns around and is about to get out of bed, Gong Ou pulls her back. Gong Ou holds her in his arms and puts his arm around her neck. "What? You look down on me now? What is EQ, I have face is not enough for you to see? "

“……”

This is how a kind of self-confidence, if not recently are immersed in the atmosphere of depression, when small read all want to laugh out.

She pulled down his arm and looked back at him. "So you admit that you have low EQ?"

"Why do I want to strangle you so much!"

Gong Ou stares at her.

"Well, I don't want to read the log. I've read it roughly." When Xiaonian was sitting upright, he put his hand on his face and looked at him, "after watching so much, I found that my father was really..."

"What is it?"

Gong Ou looks at her.

"A cold man." When Xiaonian thought about it, he said it frankly, and looked at Gong Ou without any surprise. "Even when he was married, his father didn't have much time to accompany his mother. The only time he was with her was to talk about the cooperation between the two families, let alone take care of her when she was pregnant. He asked the servant twice at most."

A cold man.

"Most marriages are in such a situation. What's strange? You think they are all like the caricature you drew. They love each other to death and to life?" Gong Ou said scornfully, "there is no such man in reality."

"Then what are you?"

When Xiaonian blurted out, he was really dead and alive for her.

Gong Ou glanced at her and said, "I'm out of the ordinary!"

“……”

What kind of face did he use to say that.

Small read helplessly looked at him, hands around his knees, said, "such a man is too cold, his mother loves him for so many years, but the care is poor."

“……”

"It's his duty that his mother will be like this." "When small read a way," father before dying also did not consider for mother, let mother guard palace so many years

“……”

Gong Ou listens, a pair of black eyes stare at her moving lips.

"Gong ou, what kind of charm do you think Father has to make his mother love him so much? Let mother listen to every word of him like this? " Xiao Nian sat beside him and asked.

Hearing this, Gong Ou's eyes are deep and his voice is deep. "I don't know."

“……”

"If it wasn't for his son, I would have been willing to work with people like my father." Gong otun said slowly, "my father has only ambition in his heart. He wants all people to look up to him. He wants to keep his name behind him, so he will see the palace all his life, and he will not see anything else."

What is it? Luo Qi falls in love with Gong Jue's ambition?

“……”

"It's a pleasure to work with him because he's trying to do his best. And to be his son is to be cornered. " Gong Ou said, his voice became cold. "In his eyes, we are only tools to be sons. We inherit his tools."

When Xiaonian looked at him, his eyes moved. "Gong ou, you still blame him, don't you?"

Even if Gong Jue has passed away.

Gong Ou's face sank, his thin lips closed and he didn't utter a word.

"Say, what can be restrained in front of me? Some emotions should be properly vented, right?" When small read pushed him to say.