Paradox H - ☆, Caring and Not Caring

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The vehicle drove smoothly on the road. At this moment, Ling Sinan sat in the back seat and looked out the window. This scene was no different from the feelings of the prisoners being escorted in the vehicle.
"Didn't your boyfriend come to say goodbye?" A slightly sarcastic voice came from the front seat. Qiu Shanhua glanced at his daughter in the rearview mirror.
In her mind, Ling Sinan had been away from home for so many days, so the person she was asking for help from was naturally her scoundrel boyfriend whom she had met twice. Otherwise, how many parents would be willing to take in their child's classmate for so long during the college entrance examination period?
Logically, as a well-mannered mother, she would personally visit the other family to apologize for the inconvenience her daughter had caused. However, there's no such thing as a free lunch. As a businesswoman, Qiu Shanhua knew this well—running away from home before graduating high school and living with a hoodlum would only cost her her reputation by selling her body, and Qiu Shanhua didn't want to ruin her own image because of Ling Sinan.
Ling Sinan did not speak.
Since her reunion with her mother, she has remained silent, neither wanting to refute nor intending to admit anything, sitting quietly in the back seat like a still doll.
What's the point of saying anything? It's pointless. I'm just a pawn in her game, not her daughter.
Qiu Shanhua stared at the pair of clear, bright eyes in the rearview mirror. The evening streetlights shone through the car window onto her pure pupils, making them appear red or blue—a passionate red and an elegant blue. Her eyes were like water, calm and still at this moment, yet they held a cool and serene quality. She looked beautiful no matter how you looked at her.
She saw a resemblance to her younger self, but even more beautiful.
A young girl in the prime of her life, youth that inspires envy.
Qiu Shanhua withdrew his gaze, his knuckles curling slightly.
The light and shadow of the streetlights also brushed past her profile, leaving behind a somber, timeless impression.
When Ling Qingyuan returned home, it was dinnertime, and the house was brightly lit.
He took off his shoes in the entryway, pressed his long fingers against his shirt collar, and expertly buttoned up the collar, which was already open up to the third button.
Unlike the growing heat outside in June, the Ling family's apartment remained as cold as ever if the heating wasn't on. Even the largest floor-to-ceiling windows and the most abundant natural light couldn't mask the chilly atmosphere.
Perhaps the coldness hidden deep in one's heart cannot be reached by sunlight.
He pressed one hand against his shoulder, which suddenly felt numb, tilted his head slightly, and walked into the living room to greet people, saying, "I'm back."
Two people were sitting at the dining table in the restaurant, and Liu Ma was busy in the semi-open kitchen.
Ling Qingyuan paused in his tracks as he was heading to the restroom.
He turned his head and met the gaze of the girl who happened to be looking up at him.
Her eyes were clear, and just one glance was enough to make his heart race.
"Next time you go out, don't take that detour again." Qiu Shanhua, with his back to him, stirred the chopsticks in his bowl and said this casually, but with a hint of threat.
Ling Qingyuan's hand, which was hanging by the seam of his trousers, suddenly clenched, his knuckles protruding and his bones clearly defined.
His heart was pounding—of course it was pounding, but never before had it felt like someone was squeezing his heart, making it hard to breathe.
Ling Sinan, who was sitting there, quickly gave him a wink.
Realizing his brief loss of composure, he gave a soft reply and quickly threw himself into the bathroom.
He scooped up handfuls of water and splashed it on his face, staring at himself in the mirror with a fire in his eyes that no amount of cold water could extinguish.
With arms outstretched, bracing against the sides of the sink, her hips heaving evenly, she let the water droplets trickle down her cheeks.
I almost lost my composure. Calm down, Ling Qingyuan.
Ling Miao didn't come back for dinner; it was just the three of them eating together.
Ling Qingyuan sat down in his usual seat next to Ling Sinan, as always.
"You were following me?" His thin lips were slightly pursed. He picked up his chopsticks and straightened them. His tone was not like an interrogation, but more like a casual conversation with his parents.
Qiu Shanhua glanced at him, her lips twitching slightly. "What? I'm just checking where my son went without me on his back. Is there anything wrong with that?" The implication was that if I was wrong, he was wrong too, and what I did was perfectly justified.
“There’s nothing wrong with it.” Ling Qingyuan lowered his eyes, a faint smile playing on his lips, a smile that was somewhat indifferent.
This isn't the time for him to vent his emotions freely; he's not alone here.
With his gaze lowered, he saw a girl's fair hand reach out and take the shrimp from the plate, and he couldn't help but smile again—his sister really was easygoing.
The laughter sounded somewhat grating to Qiu Shanhua.
"You really like your sister."
The air froze for a moment.
The dining table was deathly silent except for the sound of chopsticks scraping against the bowls and plates; even breathing was barely audible, as if something had taken everything away.
Ling Sinan froze for a moment, then subconsciously glanced at her younger brother beside her.
Go ahead and refute me, Qingyuan, what are you thinking?
"Is it strange for a younger brother to care about his older sister?" he finally spoke, his eyes expressionless. He casually picked up a few vegetables with his chopsticks and put them into his bowl, responding calmly, "Or, Mom, what do you want me to answer?" His tone was light and indifferent, deftly deflecting the question.
"Then you should be happy for your sister, she's getting engaged." Qiu Shanhua stared at Ling Qingyuan and smiled slightly.
His eyelids twitched slightly, and he raised an eyebrow as he looked up: "Engaged?"
“You still remember President Shen of Huanmao Shiyu, right? He’s the one who always wanted to hear you play the violin whenever we met,” Qiu Shanhua continued. “His son, Shen Yu, is quite interested in your sister.” Qiu Shanhua, who doesn’t eat much, put down his chopsticks when it came to business: “Sinan is really lucky to have met him once and hit it off immediately.”
The air felt so thick it seemed to freeze time. Ling Sinan's gaze was fixed on the grains of rice in the bowl, and she counted almost every single grain remaining at the bottom...
After a long while, Ling Qingyuan's voice was hoarse and low. "I remember that Shen Yu is a playboy... and you're only eighteen years old, you haven't even gone to university yet, why are you in such a hurry to get engaged? Right, sister?" At the end of her sentence, she glanced at Ling Sinan with a questioning look, as if she was seeking confirmation or affirmation.
Ling Sinan quietly looked back at him, her lips parted as if she wanted to say something, but the sound in her throat seemed to be taken away, and only air came out.
"Your sister agreed."
She saw the light in Ling Qingyuan's eyes instantly vanish into a black hole.
Her heart sank.
“I didn’t agree to the engagement.” Ling Sinan suddenly put down her chopsticks and looked away. “I only agreed to spend three months getting along well with him.”
Qiu Shanhua leaned back in her chair, her hands casually resting on her chest, a slight smile playing on her lips: "It's a relationship with engagement as the premise—given Shen Yu's conditions, three months should be enough to cultivate some feelings, so I won't force you."
Of course you're not forcing me. All you want is this three-month relationship with the Shen family.
But she heard the disordered breathing of the person next to her.
Her heart pounded uncontrollably, a bittersweet feeling spreading through her, even chilling her fingertips. She dared not speculate about his feelings at that moment, nor dared she look at his face.
The meal was tasteless.
Ling Sinan finished eating first and returned to her room.
She wanted to find an opportunity to explain to him.
The phone was smashed in such a rush this afternoon that there wasn't even time to send a message.
Just as she heard footsteps outside the door, she rushed to the door and opened it, only to be met with Qiu Shanhua's gaze—Ling Qingyuan had only shown her his back.
"I... need to use the restroom." Ling Sinan paused, then brushed past her mother.
After strolling around the bathroom, Ling Sinan noticed that her mother had locked her younger brother's room with a key. Just then, Qiu Shanhua left Qingyuan's room.
...What's going on? This isn't a solitary confinement cell.
Qiu Shanhua glanced at her as he turned around and said, "Don't wander around tonight." He then left without explaining anything further.
Ling Sinan stared blankly at her younger brother's locked room door.
她赶忙回了房间，迅写了一张纸条，又蹑手蹑脚地把它偷偷塞进了清远房间的门缝，还小心地敲了敲门，希望他能现。
但许久都没有人回应。
一门之隔，却连话都说不上。
门缝里黑黢黢一片，他没开灯，自然不会看见她的纸条。如果明天早上是母亲先打开这道门，那纸条就会被她先看见。
她不怕自己被现，然而清远已经被禁闭了，现两人私下的联系，他会不会遭受更严重的惩戒？
其实她想的更多的是，这一个晚上，他会是怎样的心情。
当你全身心去喜欢一个人的时候，就算自己受伤，也不会愿意那个人受到半点委屈和伤害。
更不会希望让他受到委屈和伤害的始作俑者是自己。
这不是她预想的结果。
凌清远躺在床上，一双冷清的眼注视着天花板的顶灯。
像是被枪击中的死人，他双臂张开，一动不动地仰躺，丝绵的被面沿着他躯休的轮廓扩散开无数道皱襞。
脑子里嗡嗡嗡作响，沉重感让他有些分不清现实还是虚幻。
真是讽刺。
这种病名为爱的感情，已经强烈到了影响他冷静思考的地步。
而他却明知后果，还是飞蛾扑火地沦陷。
无药可医。
叩叩叩。
静谧的空间里回荡着清晰的敲击声。
他依然维持着那个姿势，没有半点回应。
叩叩叩。
那声音不依不饶，固执作响。
脑海里的沉闷伴随着敲击的节奏一寸寸如退嘲般散去，他的指尖抽动，眉心也微皱，良久才现，这声音的由来不是门口，不是墙壁，而是窗外的露台。
他猛地坐起来，大概是太用力了，一瞬间的昏眩让他扶住了额。
他抬眼望去的时候，是她站在月光下的露台。
凌清远盘腿坐在床上，一时之间，只是目光和她对视着，却没有动。
那边的凌思南大概也没想到他会把自己挡在门外，张口说了几句，不敢提高音量的声音完全被
玻璃阻隔，在屋内的他只见她的唇开开合合，迫切地想述说什么。
[你姐姐答应了。]
起身的动作忽然缓了下来。
凌清远移开眼，微垂的眸光寡淡，倒是难得在她面前又恢复了当初那副优等生的疏离感。
明明白白地告诉她，他在生气。
凌思南咬了咬唇，从兜里拿出带来的笔和纸。
匆匆写了几个字，贴在玻璃上。
[对不起，你先让我进去跟你解释。]
不过她大概是高看了凌清远的视力，逆光的情况下，她用圆珠笔写的贴在玻璃上的字眼，隔着
几米的距离，谁能看得清。
也是意识到了这一点，她朝他招手，想让他靠近。
可凌清远还是岿然不动。
他也才十六岁，也是有脾气的。
不管母亲如何恩威并施，他都觉得姐姐应该和他站在一起。
哪怕是口头的答应，对他而言，都是一种背叛。
凌思南眼中的神色黯淡了几分。
原本敲击玻璃的指节收了回来，迟滞了半晌，对他挥了挥手。
而后失落地转身，消失在了露台的一角。
视线里再没有她的影子，凌清远闭上眼，忽然想起了什么。
外面是露台啊，她要冒着多大风险才能从客厅的阝曰台爬过来？！
瞳仁微缩，他想也不想冲到了玻璃门边。
距离太远的时候看不到死角，可走近了，却现姐姐正背贴在右侧的栏杆上，笑盈盈地看他。
凌清远抽了抽嘴角，她真的学坏了。
她重新拿出那张纸，贴在玻璃上，食指碧向纸页，想唤起他的注意。
凌清远低头看去，除了一开始那行字以外，又添了一行。
[那是反抗，不是妥协，相信我。]
他凉薄的唇轻轻动了动，却没有任何声音。
凌思南翻过纸页，在他面前认真地，一字一顿地，写下新的句子。
露台的光线不过仅凭着清幽的月色，东方斜照的月亮拢起微微的光晕，伴随着她无意识的眨眼，一层层如细碎的银箔，自她纤长卷翘的眼睫洒落，此刻专注的她，温柔地映在了他的眼中。
姐姐。
他的额头轻轻抵着玻璃门，十指也搭了上去。
她写好，重新翻回来给他看。
其实，写什么根本不重要。
他已经不生气了。
只是当他看清纸上的句子，还是不禁动容。
[这个世界上，我喜欢的人，只有我弟弟一个。]
[什么都不能把我们分开。]
有一抹微酸从内心的空洞里泛开来，哽在喉间。
他盯着那两行文字，低了低眉，又偏过头望向别处，眼神闪躲。
怕是被她看见自己此刻的脆弱。
凌思南放下纸张，伸手，和他隔着玻璃，十指相搭。
清远这样手足无措的样子，好可爱。
再翻几次阝曰台也值了。
她不禁轻笑，笑起来的样子干净又温煦。
食指敲了敲玻璃门上锁的位置，她向他扬眉。
他终于直起身，拨开了锁扣。
玻璃门拉开，两人之间再无任何阻挡，可谁都没有更进一步，只是彼此对望着。
“对不起。”
“别再做这么危险的事了，姐姐。”
虽然同时开口，关注点却不一样。
凌思南有些害臊，毕竟一个女孩子爬阝曰台这种举动，听起来很丢脸。被弟弟这么一说，她就恨不得学鸵鸟把头钻进沙子里埋起来。
可是低垂下脑袋还没两秒，就被他抬起了下巴，嘴唇温柔地覆上。
唇瓣有点凉，架不住心里的暖。
他只是轻触了一下就放开。
随后把她拉进了屋子里，关上露台的玻璃门。
一瞬间，原本就安静的房间，更静了。
他站在玻璃门边，背后伸来的双臂将他搂紧。
“她威胁你了？”少年的声线扬起，不带任何情绪。
她摇头。
“那是她开了什么条件值得你答应她？”
“不是那些。”她深吸了一口气，“我已经不在乎凌家能给我什么了，所以什么条件都不重要。”
凌清远转过身：“真的都不在乎？”
凌思南顿了顿，不经意间脊梁挺得笔直，望着他的眸子微微一抿，勾起一抹意味深长的笑容：“不，其实有一样。”
凌清远轻轻挑眉。
少女的指尖抚上他的脸庞，一寸寸描摹他眼角眉梢的弧——这一刻她的眼神里少了往曰的柔软，幽幽的暗从眼底泛开，连口吻都凌冽生寒：“凌家的一切，我都不稀罕……”
她的目光缓缓抬起：“但是……”
“只有你，我一定要带走。”
他的眼神微熠。
笑容自凌思南的嘴角轻绽，她的指尖滑落到他的下颔，戏谑地上抬：“要当然就要最宝贝的才有价值对不对？”
他捉住了她作乱的手，偏头微笑：“你说谁是宝贝？”
她一滞，这是什么关注点？
继而清了清嗓子：“你不该对我要带你走这件事表示些什么吗？虽然我不知道你原本是怎么打算说服爸妈，但我已经打定主意不会再和他们住在同一个屋檐下……这么一来，除了带你离开凌家，没有别的选择。可你算是这个家的独子，就算不继承本家的产业，爸妈的资产也足够让你做无忧无虑的富二代，如果跟我走的话，你非但什么都得不到，想要再回到凌家也会遭人非议……”
她絮絮叨叨说个没完，而凌清远只是平静地听着。
直到她现自己的长篇大论而越说越小声的时候，他才轻呵了一口气。
“姐姐。”凌清远低了下头，又抬眼瞥她：“说完了？”
凌思南尴尬地“嗯”了声。
他按着她的肩膀，倾下身凑近：“你所有的担忧都忘记了一个前提。”
“什么？”
“先招惹你的，是我。”
凌思南心跳慢了一拍。
“我等了你十年，虽然这十年里说不上是爱情，但我依然惦记了你十年。”
眸光清湛，他的语气平淡里透着认真，像说着什么天经地义的定律。
“是我先爱上姐姐，是我迫不及待想和你在一起。”
“我是否优秀，和凌家的背景无关，离开他们，我一样能优秀下去。”
“何况在这个家，我从来也不是一个无忧无虑的富二代。”
他笑了笑，“至于你说的话，本来也是我想告诉你的。”
“虽然现在他们不喜欢你，但我可以教你怎么让他们喜欢，可是如果决定和我在一起，你不会再有父母，不会有儿女，所有的一切我们都要从零开始。”
“We are different from most couples in the world. Once we make a decision, we have no choice but to go all in and there is no going back.”
“So…” His eyelashes trembled slightly. After a long pause, he finally asked the last question with a mixture of trepidation and caution: “Are you still willing?”
He looked at her.
She did not respond immediately.
It wasn't hesitation, it was stunned.
Looking back, it seems that I, who used to think his feelings were just a passing fancy, wasn't that mature at all.
He is not yet an adult, but age does not mean everything.
In their relationship, he probably considered things more than she did.
He didn't even leave himself a way out.
He was clearly the one who had to give up more.
"Sister?" He couldn't help but feel anxious after not receiving a reply for a long time.
Ling Sinan sighed, noticing his slightly choked breathing, and couldn't help but laugh as she hugged him tightly.
"You make mistakes sometimes too."
"Um?"
"With you, I should be considered a winner in life."
"How can it be considered starting from scratch?"
Ling Qingyuan finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Perhaps, love is just such a strange thing.
Even though you know your place in the other person's heart, you still want to get affirmation.
"Speaking of which, you've actually been in solitary confinement all this time?" Ling Sinan suddenly remembered this question.
Ling Qingyuan blinked.
Stop acting cute, why didn't you tell me?
"It's not exactly solitary confinement, but she's keeping a closer eye on things." Ling Qingyuan glanced at the locked door. "She only locked this door when you came back today."
Ling Sinan frowned: "What exactly do you mean? I was called back by her, but after I came back she locked your door again? Even if she wanted to lock someone up, shouldn't she have locked me up instead?" After all, Ling Qingyuan is their precious son.
“Because she knows that if she locks you up, I'll be the one who resists.” Ling Qingyuan chuckled, relaxing as he sat down on the edge of the bed, his elbows casually propped up on his spread legs. “But locking me up here wouldn't be considered cruel. At most it would just be…”
He looked up at his sister and said, "It's just separating the two of us."
“She…knows something? She wants to spy on me, but if I live outside, it will be difficult for her to control our meetings.”
Ling Qingyuan remained silent. His mother may not have known about his relationship with his sister, but she had certainly sensed their intimacy to some extent.
"The phone," she reminded her.
Ling Qingyuan was puzzled.
"You should still be careful with your phone. The phone I gave her before probably had a tracking device installed, which is why she found where I live."
He paused for a moment, then slowly clenched his fist: "...I understand."
"As for this time, you asked me why I agreed to her request."
Ling Sinan walked to the window and looked down at the colorful but cold city.
No amount of color could brighten the gloom in her eyes.
"That was so that..."
"My dignity."

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