One Hundred and Forty-Three: The Love Buried by Time (One Hundred and Forty-Three)

Yu Zeyao sat on the sofa, holding her with one hand, "I have no objection if you want to go back to take care of your father, but you leave Jingrong to me."

"Let Jingrong stay with you?"

"Yes." Yu Zeyao said, "With him here, I don't have to worry that you won't come back to me in the future, right?"

Jingyu laughed, "So, you used to hold my father hostage, and now you want to hold Jingrong hostage."

Yu Zeyao's eyes deepened, "But you have to know that I want to hold you the most."

The man's words made Jingyu feel sweet. She smiled and said, "Although I am very happy with your sweet words, the premise is that I have to ask Jingrong's opinion first."

"Of course. I will fully respect his decision."

Jingyu said, "I will personally go to Yanzhi to thank him another day. If you are free, accompany me."

"Yes." Since she insisted, Yu Zeyao nodded.

The two waited for the boy to come in the hall, and Jingyu looked forward to it. From time to time, he looked up and looked out.

Finally...

A car came into her sight.

Jing Yu almost immediately got up from the sofa and ran to the door. Yu Zeyao followed behind her one step slower.

The car stopped, and Wen Yanzhi looked at the huge mansion in front of him and frowned slightly.

Where is this?

"Master Jing, we're here." It was not Wen Yanzhi but the driver who sent him off.

When he came out, Wen Yanzhi had been in the room and had never come out. So much so that Jing Rong didn't even have time to say goodbye or thank you.

Jing Rong asked: "Where is this?"

"This is the Vice President's Mansion. Master Wen asked to send you here." The driver explained while taking the wheelchair out of the trunk. Jing Rong supported the car body and moved out slowly.

"Jing Rong!" At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly came.

Jing Rong was surprised.

Looking up,

she saw Jing Yu coming out of the house.

She opened her hands and hugged Jing Rong excitedly. Although Jing Rong's legs could occasionally stand for a while, he was still not able to exert much strength. Being rushed over like this, his body shook awkwardly, and he leaned against the car body to barely stabilize himself.

"Sister." Jing Rong stood up and excitedly hugged Jing Yu back.

After he stood for a while, his legs hurt badly. Yu Zeyao saw the sweat on the boy's face, stepped forward and reminded him: "Okay, Yu'er, let go of Jing Rong first. You make him uncomfortable."

Jing Yu came back to his senses after a while and quickly let go of Jing Rong.

"Jing Rong, let me see! How is your injury? Is it still serious?" Jing Yu was very anxious and looked him up and down with worry.

Jing Rong shook his head and smiled, "It's okay, it's much better now."

Yu Zeyao personally took the wheelchair from the driver and pushed it over, "Sit down first."

Jing Yu also noticed that Jing Rong was enduring in pain, and his heart ached. He wanted to say something, but suddenly felt his throat tight and couldn't say a word.

Jing Rong nodded gratefully to Yu Zeyao, "Thank you, brother-in-law."

Yu Zeyao was stunned by this address, and then he smiled, "You're welcome."

Jing Yu had been worried about Jing Rong's injury, and had no intention of listening to such a conversation between the two men. She watched them, one big and one small, enter the Vice President's Palace in a daze.

"Miss Jing, Master Jing has been sent to me, so I'll go back first." The driver said goodbye to her.

Jing Yu came back to her senses, "Wait a minute."

She asked the driver, "How is Jing Rong's injury now? Do you know where he was injured?"

"I have been picking up Master Jing all this time. In addition to his leg injury, Master Jing also had two bad injuries before. At first, he couldn't take care of himself, but now his hands are a little better, but I heard that his right hand can't hold a paintbrush anymore."

The driver's words were very plain, but Jing Yu was struck by lightning when she heard them.

Unable to take care of himself...

Even...can't hold a paintbrush anymore? !

She couldn't imagine what a huge blow this was to Jing Rong.

The paintbrush was his weapon in life. Painting is his persistent dream.

Jing Yu stood there in a daze, watching the driver drive away, and felt her eyes sour. She sniffed hard to suppress the bitterness in her heart. She changed to a relaxed posture and went back to the house.

If Liang Shengyi did all this, he would be too terrible!

Jing Yu made full mental preparations and went back to the house. She thought, she couldn't let Jing Rong live here.

During his most tormented time, she, as a sister, had not taken care of him and didn't give him the comfort he deserved, so in the next period of time, she couldn't let him leave her again.

However, as soon as she entered the door, before she opened her mouth to express her meaning, she heard Yu Zeyao say: "Jing Rong and I have already discussed it, and he will live with me in the future."

"..." Jing Yu was stunned. So fast?

She looked at Jingrong, squatted down, and looked him in the eye, "Jingrong, I must ask for your opinion. I have to respect you. And don't worry about making things difficult for me. I..."

"Sister, my brother-in-law said that only if I live here, you will have more opportunities to meet him." Jingrong interrupted Jingyu and smiled, "I think my brother-in-law is very good, I hope you can meet more often."

"..." Jingyu was speechless, "Is that really the reason?"

"And..." Jingrong looked serious, "I don't want you to be too tired."

Jingyu sighed and touched his head, "I hope I can always be with you."

"I hope so too. But I'm a boy, I can't always be taken care of by you."

Jing Yu resisted the sourness in his eyes, smiled with relief, and nodded, "Okay, I respect your opinion. If you want to live here, live here. I will definitely come to see you often in the future."

Jing Rong smiled. He looked up at Yu Zeyao. Yu Zeyao shrugged, "I didn't lie to you."

Wen Yanzhi's idea was really good. If Jing Rong was placed here, she would definitely come more often every day.

Yu Zeyao had asked the housekeeper to clean up the room in advance. Jing Yu was personally packing his luggage for him. There were only a few sets of clothes in the box, and the rest were textbooks and sketchbooks.

Jing Yu looked at the sketchbooks and felt sad. Afraid that he would be affected by seeing them, he just silently pressed the sketchbooks at the bottom of the cupboard.

Jing Rong noticed this small action and smiled, "Sister, you don't have to hide. My most vulnerable time has passed."

Jing Yu raised his head.

He stretched out his hand, "Give me the sketchbook. I'm used to putting it on the bedside, and I'll look at it before going to bed and when I wake up."

Jing Yu felt sour in his heart, but he still put the sketchbook on the bedside as he was told. She thought for a moment and said, "Jingrong, I won't give up on you, and I hope you won't give up on yourself."

"Sister, I haven't given up." Jingrong took the sketchbook and said, "My right hand is broken, but I figured it out..."

"Huh?"

"I still have my left hand. The injury to my left hand is not as bad as my right hand. I'll start practicing now, and maybe one day, I can still make a painting that satisfies me."

Today's update is complete!