Chapter 66 Chapter 66 After all, he is so...

You don't need to go out to know that everyone is here and the place is getting more and more lively.

Cen Xue thought, at worst, she could just wait it out. Could Yan Pei really tolerate this group of people partying at home for three days and three nights?

But he doesn't look for trouble, but trouble always finds him. The thunderstorm weather is extremely oppressive even with the windows closed, hot, sticky and humid. Cen Xue tried to turn on the air conditioner, but started sneezing again.

After all this trouble, he will definitely catch a cold tomorrow. Cen Xue tried to take off the wig first.

I don’t know what happened to Yan Pei. Maybe she had too many hairpins on, and they would pull at her scalp if she moved a little.

The hairpin and the black hair were mixed together, making it difficult to find. Cen Xue grimaced and worked hard for a long time, but ended up making the hair tangled.

He waved his hand in despair and walked around the room twice with his messy hair.

Isolated and helpless.

Cen Xue even called Lu Yanxi——

To be honest, he was a little afraid to face Lu Yanxi. He didn't know Lu Yanxi's attitude towards being discovered by each other, but Lu Yanxi's sudden disappearance was a fact.

But he suddenly remembered that when he bought the phone, Lu Yanxi was the first to enter the phone number and told Cen Xue to call him if she needed help.

This is already a hopeless hope.

However, when she called, she got a busy tone and could not get through. Cen Xue felt the absurdity was as expected.

He threw his cell phone onto the bed and stared blankly at the raging rain outside.

I began to recall how I had compromised step by step to this point.

It seemed like every step I took with the courage was wrong. Shouldn't I have disobeyed Xu Zhongqiang from the beginning and listened to him and applied to a local university?

This way, I wouldn't be kicked out of the house, and I wouldn't have to work as an extra in a film crew to make a living, and then a series of ridiculous things would happen that would take a turn for the worse.

Suddenly I had an illusion that my falling heart was like a small ball, constantly moving downhill.

At this moment, Cen Xue's eyes flashed, and she saw her phone screen light up, indicating that someone was calling.

Perhaps he had accidentally turned off the mute function, so Cen Xue didn't notice it at first, but he became a little nervous when he found out who was calling.

...Not Lu Yanxi.

but.

"Hello? Mom?"

After the call was connected, Cen Xue hurriedly shouted over there.

But he hung up in less than a second.

This is not right.

——Something is wrong.

His mother, Cen Jing, has a congenital ear disability and generally would not take the initiative to call!

Cen Jing was in junior high school and knew pinyin. After receiving the new mobile phone given by Cen Xue, she even learned how to type. However, she was not proficient and her speed was slow, so most of the time she had to wait for Cen Xue to video call her.

School was about to start, and Xu Zhongqiang knew he couldn't stop Cen Xue from leaving. He remained impotent and furious, unable to tolerate anything involving Cen Xue. When Cen Xue lied to him about working outside, he cursed, "I wouldn't care if you died out there!"

So recently Cen Jing has reduced her contact with him, fearing that she would bring bad luck to Xu Zhongqiang.

During the last video call, Cen Xue told her in sign language: When he goes to college and gets a job, he will work hard to bring Cen Jing and the others over.

Cen Jing said: It’s okay, I’m just worried that you’ll be tired.

Xu Zhongqiang's only advantage is that he can still earn money for his family.

So... why did she call me today?

Unless something happened, so urgent that she had no time to spell out the pinyin word by word.

This speculation was terrifying. Her fingers trembled inexplicably. Cen Xue clicked several times before she realized that this was not the first time Cen Jing had called. The number of unanswered calls showed that there were three calls.

What was he doing when he wasn't paying attention to those three phone calls?

He was angry with Yan Pei and was completely immersed in the humiliation of being betrayed by Yan Pei!

But now, Cen Xue no longer felt the resentment of having her self-esteem trampled upon, and her heart was filled with worry about Cen Jing.

I called back, but the call didn't pick up the first time. I edited a message and the call was answered very quickly the second time.

The moment the ellipsis on the screen changed to "Calling," Cen Xue couldn't wait to ask, "Mom? What's wrong? What happened?!"

Cen Jing couldn't answer him.

There was a chaotic noise coming from the other end of the phone, crackling, and Xu Zhongqiang's cursing.

There was no answer, but Cen Xue already knew the name very well.

When there is a conflict at home, it is a mess.

Xu Zhongqiang's voice grew closer. Cen Xue guessed he had taken his phone, and sure enough, she heard him say, "Xue, you still have the nerve to care about your family?"

Due to years of drinking and smoking, his voice was hoarse and his disgusting breath could be smelled through the phone.

But his words implied that he was going to accuse Cen Xue, as if he was certain that she had done something wrong.

The next second he said, "Your brother missed you and ran away for you. Did you know that?"

There was also the sound of Cen Jing's unclear argument nearby.

Like begging.

Xu Zhongqiang: "They checked the surveillance footage and they said Xiaolin fell into the river! You owe him a life! My son's life!"

It is impossible to tell whether Xu Zhongqiang is happy or sad. The only thing that is certain is that his goal is to make everyone feel guilty.

Although he never disciplined or cared about his two children, he is now a poor man whose own son has died...!

"Axue, do you have any conscience?" he said. "You've grown wings and want to run away. Why don't you just never come back? You've abandoned the kindness of raising us for more than a decade. You're starting a new life in glory, while we're all waiting to die here!"

Cen Jing's pleading was mixed with tears.

My eardrums roared and the world fell silent.

Her hand loosened and the phone fell to the ground. Cen Xue looked up and saw a dressing mirror in front of her.

He saw himself looking confused and pitiful, and himself looking ridiculous with a girl's hair and a girl's skirt.

...What on earth is he doing?

Go home—go home!

Cen Xue didn't have the energy to think about what Xu Zhongqiang said. His mind was full of one thought: I have to go home now!

He rushed out, but the lively atmosphere of the teenagers' party brought him back to reality.

Her steps stopped at a dead end in the corridor. Cen Xue thought, it doesn't matter. In this situation, it doesn't matter if everyone sees me and I make a fool of myself in front of everyone -

However, as if guided by something, he turned around and looked back.

On rainy days, Yan Pei naturally closed all the windows.

There was a large window in the corridor, with a frame that was almost floor-to-ceiling, and the bottom was right in the middle of Cen Xue's calf.

Because of the air pressure inside and outside, Cen Xuehua had to use a lot of strength to open the two windows completely.

The wind, rain and storm all hit him in the face.

Cen Xue looked down.

This is the second floor, which is not too high in general. There is a spherical shrub right below it. He remembered that it was very dense and tall. Yan Pei complained about it on the first floor: it almost blocked all the light.

After some calculation, maybe jumping down from here is another shortcut.

At most, you'll get a scratch, and since there's a lot of noise in the rain, no one will notice.

Cen Xue tried it on, and found the hem of her black skirt was a bit narrow, so he grabbed it and lifted it up, revealing her smooth thighs.

As I stepped forward——

"What are you doing?"

Discovered?!

Cen Xue panicked and subconsciously quickened her movements, but her arm was still caught and pulled down from the window.

He couldn't break free and looked at the face of the person who came.

stranger……?

It wasn't Yan Pei, nor was it his group of friends, because the person in front of him was obviously several years older than them. He looked to be a young man in his twenties. He was wearing a shirt with the first button neatly buttoned up and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. The first impression was that of a serious but perhaps a little unapproachable type.

His expression was indeed the same.

And it seemed like he had misunderstood something. He asked Cen Xue, "Are you the friend Yan Pei invited?"

Cen Xue ignored him and said, "Let go...!"

He was afraid that the noise would attract Yan Pei, or that he would be caught by this person and taken to see Yan Pei.

"Boys?" Surprise flashed across the young man's face, then quickly turned serious. "Did they bully you?"

For some reason, while struggling, Cen Xue looked at his face and felt that it looked somewhat familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it.

The inclination in his words showed that he was not on Yan Pei's side, which made Cen Xuesong breathe a sigh of relief.

Cen Xue stood still, as if assessing whether he was trustworthy.

The young man saw through his suspicion and reacted, "Sorry, let me introduce myself. I'm Yan Pei's cousin, Yan Zijiao."

Cousin? If Yan Pei invites his friends to hang out, will he invite his cousin?

"I came down from the third floor." Yan Zijiao pointed upstairs.

"Impossible, no one uses the third floor."

To be precise, the third floor was locked from the stairs.

Cen Xue felt very strange and asked Yan Pei about it. Yan Pei said that the third floor was his mother, Yan Yanfei's practice room. After his parents' relationship broke down, Yan had an iron door installed there and no one was allowed to enter.

Cen Xue took a step back and was about to get close to the window when Yan Zijiao pulled her over.

Due to inertia, he almost fell into Yan Zijiao's arms.

The young man's voice became clear under the drifting rain that poured into the corridor: "You probably don't know that there is an internal elevator on the third floor. It can go from inside to outside, but not from outside to inside."

"I came here to help my aunt get some documents locked up on the third floor. You know Yan Pei doesn't get along well with my family. I originally wanted to avoid him and leave through the back door of the elevator. I didn't expect him to invite so many friends over today."

Yan Zijiao is already very skilled at this operation.

The internal elevator is tied into the entire building's electrical system, so it will not stop operating.

As for how to get to the second floor, that’s even simpler.

The sound of Cen Xue opening the window caught his attention.

I thought they were just being too naughty, but when I got downstairs, I saw a tall girl with messy hair who looked like she was about to jump off the building.

Who knew the girl was a boy, then the problem became even more serious.

Cen Xue was desperate and desperate. At this point, anyone who wasn't on the same path as Yan Pei was her hope. "Can you help me get out? I have something urgent to do."

Yan Zijiao frowned. He had misunderstood some details, but he actually came to a result of a similar nature.

He was young at that time and could not hide his emotions as well as he would later. In addition, he had been with Yan Yanfei for a long time and looked at the affairs of the Yan family from a non-objective perspective. His disapproval of Yan Pei was revealed on his face.

He knew that Yan Pei's circle of friends were mostly people in the industry, so he asked, "What's your name?"

"Xu...Xu Lin."

"Xu Lin." Yan Zijiao narrowed his eyes and raised his glasses.

Surprisingly, it wasn't an unfamiliar name.

He said, "I know you, you are living with Yan Pei."

But he didn't say anything more. Perhaps he felt that asking about their relationship when Cen Xue was in such a state would be a bit hurtful, or perhaps this situation was no longer a conflict that could be explained by "love".

But Cen Xue was grateful for his leeway.

Yan Zijiao: "Where are you going?"

Cen Xue gave an address and added, "I want to go home."

Yan Zijiao said, "Follow me."

*

This turn of events is simply incredible.

Cen Xue brought nothing with her except her cell phone. She wore women's clothes and went directly to the storage room on the underground first floor with Yan Zijiao through the built-in elevator on the third floor. The back door was behind a shelf in the storage room.

Maybe this wasn't originally a storage room.

The house was abandoned after the hostess moved out. Over time, this empty space was covered by unused items. Fortunately, only a few people knew about it.

Perhaps the situation has eased. Cen Xue couldn't help but think that Yan Pei's biological mother would rather instruct people to take the secret door than meet him formally.

When I looked down at the hem of her skirt, that subconscious bias was offset.

Yan Zijiao had a black umbrella placed next to the storage. He took the lead in opening it, then half-turned and stretched out his hand towards Cen Xue.

"We have to run faster."

Ignoring their gender identities and just looking at their attire, it looks like something like eloping in a TV drama.

Holding up her skirt, she was pulled by Yan Zijiao to run out, get in the car, and drive out of the villa, all in one go, as if in the blink of an eye. When Cen Xue came back to his senses, he was leaning against the car window, panting, his whole body wet, he couldn't tell whether it was sweat or rain, the vibration transmitted by the movement of the car body couldn't make him get up, and his heartbeat could no longer slow down.

Only after he was free from the shackles of the villa and Yan Pei could he have the energy to think about what had happened.

Yan Zijiao turned off the stereo. The car was no more stuffy than the room. Then he adjusted it a little and turned on the fresh air and air conditioning circulation.

The cold air hit her skin and Cen Xue shivered.

My brain, which had been blinded all along, started to work.

Xu Zhongqiang's words kept repeating in his ears, like an inescapable auditory hallucination.

He didn't have the courage to call again. He just kept ruminating and pulling at his wig, trying to lift it off regardless of the pain. However, his hair wasn't short to begin with, and he had planned to get it trimmed before school started.

Yan Zijiao was concentrating on driving. The road conditions were bad on a rainy day. He only glanced at Cen Xue out of the corner of his eye when he saw her hurried movements.

It happened to be a red light.

Xu Lin, Yan Zijiao silently repeated this name. Of course, he was very familiar with it, because not long ago, Yan Sheng actually took the initiative to talk to Yan Yanfei, but not to seek peace, but to tell her that her son was a homosexual, and he learned those behaviors at the age of less than 20 and kept people at home.

Naturally, they started arguing, and in the end, Yan Zijiao asked Yan Sheng to leave out, taking into consideration Yan Yanfei's sickly and pale face.

Therefore, he originally had a bad impression of Xu Lin.

But Xu Lin is now like a...

A short-haired girl who was betrayed and hurt by a bad guy.

Yan Zijiao looked over and found that Cen Xue was crying.

How could someone cry without making any sound? A slight doubt flashed through Yan Zijiao's mind, and he thought, maybe he didn't even realize he was crying.

On rainy days, the air is not only thick and humid, but also mixed with various smells, such as the scent of grass and soil, which is transported into the car through the fresh air system, giving it a deeper cool tone.

The clothes in the car were cold, the weather was cold, and even the clothes they wore were in cold colors. Yan Zijiao's cold eyes wandered over Cen Xue like a silent bystander. The latter was unaware because he looked so helpless and confused, as if he was unable to bear a certain result.

What's his urgent matter?

Yan Zijiao finally took the initiative to explore.

At this moment, perhaps the familiar street flashing outside the window woke Cen Xue up. He wiped the tears from his face and looked at himself hurriedly, realizing that he could not go home wearing such clothes.

Cen Xue rudely took off the pearl jewelry that Yan Pei had carefully matched.

I had trouble taking the necklace.

He reached behind his back to undo the lobster clasp, but couldn't get it open. The edge of the parts hurt his hand.

Now Cen Xue could not stand any stimulation or provocation. She had not made any sound when she shed tears before, but when she was struggling with the necklace, she collapsed even more, and made disordered syllables that were blocked and burst out from her body.

Until the continuous sound of crashing suddenly filled the quiet car.

The necklace was torn off.

Cen Xue was stunned, maintaining the posture of the necklace breaking for a moment, watching those lustrous pearls flying in the air, rolling down, and flowing into hard-to-find corners with the inertia of the car. The last one rolled around the gear lever, and the next second Yan Zijiao changed gears, and the pearl fell at the feet of the driver.

The tears that had finally stopped began to fall again. Cen Xue said helplessly, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry!"

His eyes swept across Yan Zijiao's face, and his movements seemed to be escaping in the corner between the car seat and the door.

"I didn't mean to... I just, just—"

"It doesn't matter."

Yan Zijiao interrupted his incoherent confession.

At least at this time, Yan Zijiao was willing to help him more.

After all, he is so pitiful.