After the rebirth, the white moonlight of the actor turned black

Chapter 269 The Gap Between Them "Illusion"

On the second day of waking up, although I regretted it a bit, I felt that I shouldn't have confessed impulsively and made the atmosphere between brothers so stiff, but more, I still let go.

So what if Jing Heng doesn't agree, it's his business that he likes him, there is no reason why Jing Heng has to agree to him just because he likes it.

It doesn't make sense.

It's sad to be sad, but he doesn't blame Jing Heng.

So he decided to make it clear to Jing Heng, so that he would not be troubled by this matter.

If he didn't explain clearly, that big fool would get himself involved, thinking that he was sorry for not agreeing to him, then it would be bad.

He picked up the pair of sneakers that he had left for a long time and found Jing Heng's residence.

The two of them actually invited him to their house to play, but Rong Huan refused.

This is the first time he has come to Jing Heng's house.

Just as he thought, standing outside the European-style three-story villa in the mountains, Rong Huan felt that he was as small as dust, and his hand holding the bag was unconsciously tightened a little.

This is the gap between them.

It could be seen that Rong Huan didn't pay attention all of a sudden, and was accidentally watered by the gardener who was watering the flowers.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I didn't see you!" The gardener came over apologetically.

"It's okay." Rong Huan brushed the water off his body.

"Are you... looking for our young master?" The gardener saw that he was about the same age.

Hearing the title "Young Master" for the first time, made Rong Huan a little dazed. It turned out that they were of different classes.

Although he often teased the two of them in private, it was another matter to really hear it.

"Oh yes, I'm Jing Heng's friend, my name is Rong Huan, is he at home?"

After a while, the servant came to open the door and let him in.

Rong Huan hesitated at first, but Mrs. Jing who was sitting in the living room looked at him and smiled: "What are you doing, come in."

"I'm bothering you, auntie." Rong Huan took off his shoes, stepped on the door mat, and wet it.

Just as Rong Huan wanted to apologize, he saw the servant holding the slippers frowned and muttered: "Oh, this blanket is very expensive."

Rong Huan paused and stepped back: "I'm sorry."

"This is the young master's friend, you are too rude."

The servant looked up at him again: "I'm sorry, Master Rong, I didn't say what you meant."

Rong Huan shook his head, put on his slippers and went in. For some reason, his face felt a little hot.

"Auntie, I'm sorry, I accidentally stained your blanket."

"It's okay, it's just a rug, don't worry about it," Mrs. Jing smiled and beckoned Rong Huan to sit down, "Sit down, your name is Rong Huan, right?"

"Yes, Auntie." Rong Huan stood there and didn't sit down, his body was all wet, he really couldn't sit down, for fear of dirtying their expensive sofa again.

"I often hear Jing Heng mentioning you, saying that although your family background is not good, you are very sensible. Your father passed away early, and you are both a father and a mother to bring up your younger sister. It is not easy!"

Rong Huan smiled and nodded, not knowing what to say.

He stood here, feeling uncomfortable all over.

"Our family, Jing Heng, has been kind since he was a child. When he sees a beggar on the street, he will buy him something to eat and drink. Don't get me wrong. Auntie is not saying that you are a beggar, or just using an analogy."

"Well," Rong Huan nodded with a dark complexion, "Auntie, Jing Heng is at home."

"Yes, I'm asleep. I came back late yesterday. I've already had someone call me. Sit down." Mrs. Jing sat gracefully, drinking tea.

"No, I'll wait for Jing Heng to come down, talk to him a few words and leave."

Madam Jing narrowed her eyes and said with a smile, "Are you here to say goodbye to Jing Heng?"

Rong Huan was taken aback: "Farewell?"

"You don't know?" Mrs. Jing said, "Our family, Jing Heng, said that he is going to study abroad."

Rong Huan froze on the spot: "When did it happen?"

"You really don't know?" Mrs. Jing put down her teacup and said, "It seems that Jing Heng is afraid that you will be sad, so he hasn't told you yet. The child came back last night and said he was going abroad."

Mrs. Jing said something again, but Rong Huan didn't seem to listen, and just asked in a daze: "Auntie, can I go to the bathroom?"

The servant led him to the bathroom.

Although he was mentally prepared, Rong Huan still seemed to be caught by something when he saw the washroom which was bigger than the house they rented.

Yes, he and Jing Heng are too far apart, no matter how hard he tries the day after tomorrow, he won't be able to reach the corner of their family.

He didn't go to the toilet, just stood in front of the sink to cool down for a while.

He didn't want Jing Heng's mother to guess anything when he saw his devastated appearance.

Do you even have to go abroad to avoid him?

His confession made him so scared?

He had already comforted himself when he came here, and he had thought about many possibilities, and he was also prepared that he would not even be a friend in the future.

Go abroad to hide from him...

It was a bit unexpected.

But it's okay, it's because he didn't think about it, and didn't take his feelings into account.

Yes, his confession fulfilled his regretful youth, but he didn't think about whether it would bring any trouble to Jing Heng.

It was his fault.

After tidying up his thoughts, Rong Huan went out and heard Mrs. Jing's voice: "It's true that Jing Heng is so close to a murderer's son! Can't he make more friends like Shen Xiangting?"

Rong Huan stopped in his tracks.

"Ma'am, these shoes are very precious. They must have been given to him by the young master. Oh, ma'am, it can't be that time, right? The pair brought back by the chairman's secretary? Let's catch him right away and say that the young master is not doing business. Knowing how to collect these things, let the chairman beat him half to death!"

Rong Huan was stunned.

Then he might have misunderstood the money, those shoes... are far more expensive than he imagined.

"Tsk," Mrs. Jing said with disgust, "This brat must have helped that beggar a lot on weekdays!"

In order not to embarrass each other, Rong Huan waited until they had no further discussion before going out as if nothing had happened.

Mrs. Jing didn't look like she just said bad things about someone, she smiled like an elegant lady.

Intentionally or unintentionally, she revealed how much Jing Heng's clothes the nanny was ironing, and how much the sofa cover was worth.

Rong Huan absent-mindedly broke a cup, and the servant muttered about how expensive the cup was, what kind of porcelain it was.

Every place, every word, tells Rong Huan the gap between him and Jing Heng.

Before Jing Heng came down, Rong Huan's self-esteem was gone, his face was ugly, there was no place for him to stand in such a big Jing family.

He interrupted Mrs. Jing who was introducing Jing Heng's horse racing awards, golf game awards and a series of awards that were incompatible with his life.

"Mrs. Jing," Rong Huan changed the title, "Actually, I have nothing to do here today. Jing Heng graduated, so I just want to congratulate him. He is going abroad, and we won't be able to see him again. These sneakers belong to him." It was given to me, I think it is too expensive, and I haven’t worn it all the time, please return it to him for me, I won’t wait for him to come down.”

Mrs. Jing paused, did she understand people's words?She didn't want to make some things too clear, she could only hint that he wanted to understand.

Hearing what he said, I guessed in my heart that he understood, smiled perfunctorily and said, "Why hasn't the young master come down yet? You've kept your friends waiting for so long, hurry up and hurry up."

"No Madam Jing, I have to leave beforehand, please tell me if you can, I was joking with him yesterday, so he doesn't have to take it to heart."

Rong Huan bowed politely, put his sneakers on the ground, said hello, put on his shoes and left.

After leaving the gate, Rong Huan could no longer control his emotions, his eyes were red.

Just as Rong Huan was about to leave, the servant who came out to throw out the trash walked past him and threw something into the trash can.

He glanced at the pair of sneakers and the slippers he wore, and he understood everything in his heart.

He looked back at the mansion and smiled wryly.

They really are not from the same world.