The Little Brat's Sweet And Sassy Chapter 1202

1202 Heavy Rain

“He doesn’t know anything about composition, concept, and color perception. Moreover, the amount of aesthetic talent that he has is almost zero.”

s.h.i.+ Yang scoffed.

“Physics, astronomy, boring experiments, and complicated data processing… Do you know that she has no interest in these things at all? ”

“What did they even talk about when they were together? They didn’t have any common interests, and they were from two different worlds. Two people like that shouldn’t have even been together in the first place.”

!!

There seemed to be a huge divide between them.

“I’m different. I knew her so well. If she wanted to attend an art exhibition, if she wanted to chat, whether she was happy or unhappy, no one would have known her better than me when the tip of the brush lands on the paper. ”

He had seen many of her paintings.

Her happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy were all written on the paper.

For the first 20 years of his life, he had lived a smooth and peaceful life.

He was the kind of child that had been held as the standard to look up to by other families. He was talented and sensible.

Even if others were to practice repeatedly, the paintings that they produced would still not be as good as the ones he did casually.

Commendation, praise, envy, and admiration.

He was easily able to obtain something that others were unable to obtain even after chasing after it for a long time.

In everyone’s eyes, he was a proud son of the heavens. They all desired to become him and have everything that he had.

However, perhaps he thought that all of these things were too easy to obtain, or perhaps he had been born with no interest in these things… all of these external emotions only disgusted him.

Praise could not make him happy, and admiration could not make him happy.

It was as if he had been lacking something ever since he had his own consciousness.

At first, he had not realized that he was different from others, until one time when he was a child, he had fallen in love with a cat that the neighbor’s child had just bought.

He had wanted to take the cat home, but the other party had not agreed. In the end, after much persuasion, it had been agreed that the cat would be lent to him for an afternoon.

That night, when the other family came to pick it up, they found that the kitten had been killed by him with a fruit knife.

Everyone was shocked.

However, he had held on to the kitten’s body and refused to let go.

“This is mine.”

He said.

That day, his parents had slapped him for the first time in his life.

It was also from that time that he realized that some thoughts could not be told to others.

They would not understand.

He had always been smart. He would only allow himself to suffer a loss just once. There would not be a second time.

So he had admitted his mistake, apologized, and repented.

In everyone’s eyes, he had become the mild-tempered, polite, and elegant s.h.i.+ Yang.

He scoffed at them, but he still crushed them and made a golden body for himself.

Everyone wore a mask, including him, so it was not difficult.

He was used to presenting himself in a way that people favored and he was good at it. As time went by, the mask had blended so well into his skin and flesh, into his muscles and bones, until it could not be taken off.

That was until he met Gu Tingyin.

She had been fresh, lively, and innocent.

She loved to laugh.

It had been many years since he had felt the same urge to ‘like’ something in the way he had felt for the cat.

He looked at her schedule, asked about the art exhibitions she went to, and asked her what artists and subjects she liked best.

Of course, he had many ways to find out about this through various sources.

After all, she was so transparent.

When he looked at her paintings, he was lucky enough to get his hands on the sketches that she had sc.r.a.pped in cla.s.s.

Whether she was happy or sad, she was as clear as a handful of spring water. As long as he reached out, he felt that he could touch all the thoughts in her heart.

At that time, he had been shocked to realize how boring the first twenty years of his life had been.

She was colorful and lively.

How could he not like her?

Shen Li stood there as the rain continued to flow down her face.

Her entire body was already drenched, and the autumn wind blew, bringing with it a bone-chilling cold.

“So you killed her.”

Her voice was so soft that it was almost m.u.f.fled by the wind and rain.

“Just because she didn’t like you, you tried to kidnap her but failed. Then, you started that fire a few years later? ”

“That wasn’t me.”

s.h.i.+ Yang frowned slightly.

“Didn’t I already tell you that I liked her a lot? How could I bear to part with her? It just so happened that someone had wanted to extort ransom money back then. Later on, it just so happened that the man who lived downstairs had a failed business, but he still had a large family to support.”

He repeated, “As I said, I couldn’t bear to.”

Shen Li did not say anything. Her peach blossom-shaped eyes seemed to have blended with rain, and looked particularly dark and cold.

“You don’t have that much in common with her.”

s.h.i.+ Yang looked at her and suddenly changed the topic. He sounded a little regretful.

“That’s why I don’t like you. You shouldn’t have even been born, you know?”

Her existence was a constant reminder to him that Gu Tingyin had belonged to Shen Zhijin.

He could not sleep day and night, and every minute and every second was extremely torturous to him.

“If only you weren’t here,” s.h.i.+ Yang sighed. “That way, she wouldn’t have died.”

He had thought that sooner or later, she would have belonged to him one day.

“26th of June.”

This fantasy had been shattered forever.

He had not hesitated any longer.

He wanted to bring the cat home.

…

The wind blew and the rain fell.

The black sports car circled up the hilly road at an extremely fast speed.

The road was scattered with withered yellow leaves, which were swept up by the wind caused by the car. Cold water droplets fell from the leaves and swirled down.

Lu Huaiyu’s expression was cold, and his body seemed to be wrapped in a thick layer of unmelting chill.

The hilly road was steep and lush with branches and leaves. Rain continued to fall on the car window.

Chaotic scenes kept appearing in front of his eyes.

Frame by frame, scene by scene.

They intersected, overlapped, and flashed back.

It was as if something was pressing down on his heart, and the oxygen in his chest was constantly being taken away.

The pain spread throughout his body, gradually becoming more intense and piercing.

He closed his eyes, trying to get rid of all those images from his mind. However, the more he tried, the clearer the pain became.

Mixed voices sounded in his ears.

The moment of sudden braking, the tires as they screeched against the ground, the engine as it roared, and the car as it broke into pieces with a heart-chilling scream!

He raised his hand and forcefully pulled open his s.h.i.+rt collar, trying to break free from the tight restraints.

A b.u.t.ton popped off and fell into a dark corner, disappearing without a trace.

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

However, she was not there.

There was still no sign of her.

It was raining heavily ahead.

He increased his speed again!

…

“Zhijin has already rushed up the mountain. Judging by the GPS on his phone, the distance between him and Yu Yu is decreasing. However, there are still two problems. He’s unable to confirm that the location of Yu Yu’s phone is the same as Shen Li’s. Secondly, Yu Yu’s phone stopped moving ten minutes ago.”

Zhao Hengshan stared at the screen and frowned.

“It’s been quite long, but s.h.i.+ Yang hasn’t appeared at any of the checkpoints. He must have gone up Xi Hill. There’s only one road on that hill, and Huaiyu is behind him. I think s.h.i.+ Yang will catch up with Shen Li and Yu Yu earlier.”

This was very troublesome.

“Chief Zhao.”

Gu Tinglan suddenly walked over quickly with his phone in his hand.

Zhao Hengshan was stunned and subconsciously accepted the phone.

“Bureau Chief Zhao, this is Shen Zhijin.

Shen Zhijin’s cold voice could be heard.

“There’s another way up Xi Hill.”