Chapter 315 — You're Showing No Sincerity At All: "Hm?" Gao Xiaofu Blinked Slightly. "Writing Again?"
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"That's right. Yesterday I already put the word out that I was going to write Gu Mengyao a blood letter to declare my love. But even though there was a bit of an accident, if I don't write it now, what will people think of me? Won't they mock me for being a coward?" Zhong Yongliang asked.
"This..." Gao Xiaofu set down his schoolbag, hesitating. "Brother Liang, let me speak frankly. A real man ought to be as good as his word. But I say whether people laugh at you or not, whatever they think — none of that has the slightest thing to do with you! What matters is what Gu Mengyao thinks. Gu Mengyao's attitude is the only thing that counts!"
"Right!" Zhong Yongliang slapped his thigh, and all at once the way opened before him. "Xiaofu, you've woken the dreamer with a single word! True enough — what others think is none of my damn business; what matters is Gu Mengyao's attitude! But how am I supposed to know what Gu Mengyao is thinking? Does she want me to write her a blood letter or not?"
"That..." Gao Xiaofu was not sure either. "How about... you ask her?"
"How am I supposed to ask her that? Xiaofu, how about this — you go ask Shen Yushu? She and Gu Mengyao are good friends, so asking her would do just as well!" Zhong Yongliang suggested.
"That works too! I'll ask, then!" Gao Xiaofu nodded, took out his phone, and sent Shen Yushu a text message.
Now that there were modern communication tools like cell phones, there was no longer any need to run over and ask in person.
"Miss Shen Yushu, may I ask how Miss Gu Mengyao feels about Brother Liang writing that blood letter yesterday?"
Gao Xiaofu's message was very polite; he too was afraid Gu Mengyao would pay him no heed. But the worry was needless — soon his phone received Shen Yushu's reply: "Sister Yaoyao says Little Liangzi's hand is only good for being a squirt gun. The blood letter can be forgotten!"
Gao Xiaofu wanted to laugh but did not dare, and handed the phone to Zhong Yongliang.
After reading the message, Zhong Yongliang was a little puzzled. "Xiaofu, what do you think she means by that?"
"Brother Liang, forgive me for speaking bluntly, but I get the feeling you've been thoroughly looked down on by Gu Mengyao!" Gao Xiaofu said cautiously.
"Looked down on?" Zhong Yongliang was startled. He read the message over carefully, and sure enough there was a note of contempt in it. He grew anxious at once. "Xiaofu, so what do I do? You're right — it does seem like Shen Yushu is mocking me for not being able to write a blood letter at all!"
"Then how about you write another blood letter, Brother Liang? To prove to them that you're not incapable — that yesterday was just an accident?" Gao Xiaofu suggested.
"That'll do, I suppose..." Zhong Yongliang nodded. There was no other way.
Gao Xiaofu hurriedly prepared a fresh sheet of white paper for Zhong Yongliang. But Zhong Yongliang, holding the carving knife, found he could not bring himself to do it — not because he feared the pain, but because yesterday's business had left him with a lingering dread!
What if he cut his finger open and the bleeding would not stop again? Zhong Yongliang hesitated...
"Brother Liang, what's wrong?" Noticing his hesitation, Gao Xiaofu asked quickly.
"I... Xiaofu, I don't quite dare to do it! What happened yesterday was too damn frightening!" The hand holding the carving knife trembled a little.
Besides, if he was going to cut today, he would have to use a different finger — there was no way he could cut into yesterday's wound again; that would hurt like death. So Zhong Yongliang really could not bring himself to do it.
"Brother Liang, a man has to be a little ruthless with himself! How about... I help you?" Gao Xiaofu asked.
"You help me?" Zhong Yongliang blinked, then said, "Fine! Xiaofu, you're a true friend. In that case, I won't stand on ceremony! Lunch is on me — a real feast!"