Chapter 1

Lincheng.

The weather in July changes suddenly, with dark clouds covering the sky, lightning and thunder accompanied by heavy rain, playing the Chapter of midsummer.

Pedestrians fled in all directions, and vehicles slowed down due to interference in their vision, carefully wading through the water on the road, and the whole city was almost submerged in the sound of heavy rain. Everything was hazy.

A grand wedding was going on in Jialin Mansion. Rain and fog were lingering outside the huge French windows, but the interior was a completely different scene. More than a dozen crystal chandeliers sparkled, giving the champagne tower a warm luster. The melodious duet of piano and cello accompanied the elegant ladies. The heavy rain could not ruin the mood. The guests were still toasting and drinking.

When the oath ceremony began, the lights in the venue were almost all turned off at the same time, leaving only the dim floor lights along the road and the spotlights focused on the newlyweds.

"Now I declare that you are officially married. Now, the groom can kiss your bride."

As the emcee finished speaking, applause and cheers rang out from the audience.

After Yunbian gave the ring, she sat at the main table. The seat was very close to the stage, but her eyes were inexplicably distant, as if she had passed through the newlyweds and fell into the darkness outside the spotlights on the stage, leaving no trace.

The bride on the stage is Yun Bians mother, Yun Xiaobai.

The groom is Yun Xiaobais first love, Bian Wen, the second son of the richest man in Lincheng. Many years ago, their love was opposed by their families.

After breaking up with Bian Wen, Yun Xiaobai experienced a short failed marriage and has been raising her daughter alone for many years.

Bian Wen married a marriage partner arranged by his family, and the couple had a son after marriage.

Half a year ago, his wife died of illness.

During a business trip, Bian Wen reunited with Yun Xiaobai, and their old love rekindled. Now Bian Wen does not have to be restricted by his parents in everything. He has the freedom and confidence to choose his own spouse. He finally got rid of his regrets and married the woman he wanted to marry the most.

Of course, such a relationship is bound to be criticized.

As Yun Xiaobais daughter, Yun Bian naturally cannot escape the gossip of others. Since she appeared today, the eyes of others have never stopped looking at her.

Either secretly or openly.

"Two people in their forties are getting married in such a grand ceremony. Bian Wens first marriage was not so high-profile, right?"

"After all, it was a business marriage back then. He didnt even smile during the whole wedding. Now its a free love, and they are in love. The meaning is very different."

"Is Bian Wens son here? Why didnt I see him?"

"No, he shouldnt have come."

"I wouldnt come if it were me. Its only been half a year since my biological mother passed away, and theres a stepmother in the family. Who can bear it?"

"The girl sitting at the main table must be Yun Xiaobais daughter. She has turned from a sparrow into a phoenix and become the apple of the eye of the Bian family. She is blessed."

"The apple of the eye is all empty talk. Whats important is how much property the Bian family can give to a stepdaughter?"

"Stepdaughter? Thats not necessarily true..."

The guests present were all well-known figures. Some things were not convenient to be said too bluntly in public. At this point in the topic, there was only a tacit smile.

The sixteen-year-old girl wore a low-key little white dress, and her shiny black hair was tied into a simple low ponytail. It was not a dress that suited her age, but she exuded a fresh breath, like a green fruit growing tenderly on a branch, without any extra decoration, and she was a scene in itself.

*

When the WeChat group started to get lively, Bian Ying was taking shelter from the rain in a convenience store.

The glass of the convenience store reflected the red bottle of Coca-Cola and the figure of the boy sitting on a high chair. The rain was so heavy that he was almost soaked. His refreshing and neat short hair was wet in clumps, and the rain slid down his clear jawline. The loose gray T-shirt was full of mottled raindrops, tightly attached to his body, outlining the outline of broad shoulders and narrow waist.

He looked a little embarrassed, but he couldnt hide his handsomeness.

The two young salesmen pushed each other for a while, and one of them boldly handed him a stack of tissues: "Wipe it."

Hearing this, Bian Ying looked up from the screen of his mobile phone and glanced at her. His eyes were cold and straightforward.

After just one glance, he lowered his head again, without taking the tissue or saying thank you.

The salespersons expression and hands froze there. After a while, she awkwardly put the tissue on the table in front of him, and returned to the cashier while making a bitter face at her colleagues.

"Why dont you give us tissues?" Another customer complained half-jokingly.

The salespersons thoughts were exposed, and he said embarrassedly: "Wait a minute, Ill get it for you."

Bian Ying was indifferent.

The reason why the WeChat group was lively was because one of the friends at the wedding scene sent a photo of the girl.

Friend No. 1: "Pictures"

Friend No. 1: "Im not saying that your cheap sister is pretty @bianbushu"

Friend No. 1: "First love face, so pure"

Friend No. 2: "Fuck, so pure? I apply to be your brother-in-law @bianbushu"

Friend No. 3: "Queue up to apply +1"

Friend No. 3: "Why is she so white? Did you beautify the photo? Send me the original camera photo"

Friend No. 1: "Get lost, I never install those sissy apps on my phone"

Friend No. 4, who was also at the wedding, testified: "Shes really pure, so pretty, I suspect you can squeeze her to make water"

"Bian Yings cheap sister is very beautiful" made the group chat, which was already 99+, boil over like a pot of boiling water.

Bian Ying watched the new chat records keep coming up, but never said a word.

The air conditioner in the convenience store was very strong, blowing on his wet skin and making his hair and clothes half dry in a short while.

Dai Panxia, ​​the only girl in the group, came out and poured cold water on him: "Is it that exaggerated?"

The boys immediately started to talk.

Bad friend No. 1: "Panxia has a sense of crisis?"

Bad friend No. 2: "Dont worry, no one can beat you if you dont lose in your heart."

Bad friend No. 3: "Panxia, ​​although a beautiful woman will soon move into your brother Yings house, and you will see her every day, wearing a small suspender nightgown that shows her shoulders and thighs, and occasionally accidentally forget to lock the bathroom door, and at worst, you will have to act out a scene of having a fever and walking into the wrong room and getting on the wrong bed, but I believe that brother Ying still loves you the most."

Dai Panxia: "What? Dont talk nonsense. Bian Ying and I are just ordinary friends."

The girls thoughts are hidden in the inconsistent explanation, and they are vividly displayed on the screen.

A common problem among adolescent boys is that they like to seek a sense of presence in front of pretty girls. With the addition of Dai Panxia, ​​the group chat became more and more lively.

Friend No. 4 was watching the fun and didnt mind making trouble. He circled Bian Ying: "@Bian Bu Shu, honestly speaking, who do you think is prettier, my cheap sister or Panxia?"

Bian Ying had already planned to turn off the screen, but he asked @ to go back.

Everyone thought that he was staying at his grandparents home in the United States at this moment.

Since Bian Wen reunited with Yun Xiaobai, he has been doing ideological work for his son every few days. As soon as the final exams of the last semester were over, Bian Ying, who was overwhelmed by the disturbance, didnt even go home. He went straight to the airport and left Lincheng with a sentence "Its up to you".

But even though he was in the United States, he couldnt rest. Bian Wen still looked for him from time to time to "talk to him" and coax him to come back to attend his wedding.

Bian Wen was busy with his career and rarely took care of household affairs. This was the first time in his life that Bian Ying was treated so patiently by his father.

But Bian Ying didnt buy it.

Bian Wen had been trying to get away with it for too long, and his patience ran out. He gradually returned to his true nature. Three days ago, the father and son fell into a cold war after a conversation: "Ill ask you one last time, are you coming back?" "Ive answered you eight hundred times, no."

[To be honest, who is prettier, my cheap sister or Dai Panxia?] The proposal was well received, and everyone except Dai Panxia copied and pasted it.

Bian Yings patience value is negative today.

"Both are ugly"

The lively group chat seemed to have been braked. After "Both are ugly", no one dared to speak.

Bian Ying turned his phone upside down on the table.

It was quiet.

*

I dont know when the rain outside stopped, and only a few small raindrops were left, falling into the water on the ground, causing ripples. The summer heat was extinguished by the heavy rain, and the cool night wind, carrying the smell of soil and the fragrance of unknown flowers, gently blew across this wet city after being baptized.

There were more pedestrians on the road, and the people who were hiding from the rain in the convenience store also got up and left, continuing their interrupted journey.

"Welcome." The door of the convenience store sensed the approach of people, and it opened automatically from time to time and broadcast a prompt tone.

People sitting around him came and went, but Bian Ying never moved, maintaining his original posture like a sculpture, idly looking at the flashing neon lights outside the window.

"Hello, is there anyone here?" A young girls voice sounded crisply not far behind him.

Bian Yings sight was like a zoom lens, switching from a distant view to a close view, and the glass with water droplets still hanging on it reflected the girls blurry figure.

He condensed his eyes slightly and turned his head to look.

The young girls unpainted face perfectly interprets the word "pure". Her skin and skirt are both rich white, which makes her dark eyebrows and red lips have a hint of heavy color.

After a calm glance, Bian Ying turned his head and shook his head, with a perfunctory attitude.

Convenience store seats are scarce, with only three or five seats by the window. It is normal for strangers to sit next to each other.

The girl took a seat with a neatly folded umbrella. The bottom of the umbrella handle was engraved with the light golden words "Jialin Mansion".

After a while, she sat down with a plate of potato and beef brisket rice and a cup of oden. The aroma of the food spread hotly.

Bian Ying had not eaten for a day, and his sense of smell was stimulated, but it did not arouse his appetite at all. He supported his head with one hand, his eyes fell on the glass, and watched her eat.

Although his eyes were light, they were not subtle, and he did not mind being discovered by the person involved.

She buried her head and filled her stomach.

When the person on the other side stood up and left, she moved her seat immediately.

This meant that she was not completely unaware of his blatant scrutiny, but simply did not want to pay attention.

Outside the window, two boys aged 17 or 18 walked by and stopped moving.

The two stood outside and talked for a while. One of them came into the convenience store with a clear goal. He went straight to the dining area, tapped the table lightly, and asked the girl: "Hello, excuse me, can I add you on WeChat?"

The opening remarks of the chat were unusually straightforward.

The girl did not speak for a long time, and there was a kind of adorable ignorance and innocence in her eyes.

She was silent for too long, and the other party thought there was no chance, so he said "excuse me" and wanted to leave.

She took the phone and called the man lightly: "Sure."

Bian Ying smiled silently.

Oh, pure.

Not necessarily.