Chapter 61. Bai, with Eight Hundred Schemes, Xiao
The person in front of me was dressed in all black. After five years of growth, his features were still as sharp as ever, but his sharpness had become much more restrained. He was like a pine tree that had been tempered by wind and rain, yet still stood tall and straight. He was completely different from the naive boy by the lake back then.
But he seems to have become even more handsome than he did back then.
Song Huai paused for a moment, then smiled and greeted the newcomer: "Bai Xiao...you're here too."
His expression was perfectly natural, as if he were just exchanging pleasantries with a long-lost friend. But after saying those words, he lowered his head and stopped looking at Bai Xiao.
"Hmm." Bai Xiao responded indifferently. He lowered his head slightly, looking at the rain-streaked face and trembling eyelashes of the person in front of him. His Adam's apple bobbed. "Why didn't you even bring an umbrella?"
Song Huai stammered, "I...I forgot."
Bai Xiao remained noncommittal about the answer. He stopped speaking and stood quietly with Song Huai in front of the tombstone. He tilted the black umbrella in his hand slightly toward Song Huai, and soon raindrops soaked his left arm.
The two fell silent, and for a moment, the only sound was the patter of raindrops hitting the black umbrella.
After a long while, Song Huai finally couldn't stand the tense atmosphere any longer. He glanced quickly at Bai Xiao, then looked away again. "Um... I'll be going now."
After saying that, he endured the pain in his knees and limped forward, wishing he could escape from there immediately.
However, after taking only two steps, the black umbrella followed closely behind and landed on his head again.
Bai Xiao grabbed his wrist, her brow furrowing slightly. "What happened to your leg?"
"It's nothing, I just had a little bit of a knock." Song Huai replied casually while trying to break free from Bai Xiao.
Upon hearing this, Bai Xiao sighed almost imperceptibly and handed the umbrella in his hand to Song Huai, saying, "Take this."
Song Huai, not understanding why, took the umbrella.
Bai Xiao squatted down at Song Huai's feet, slowly rolling up his trouser leg. When he saw the man's knee bleeding profusely and the large bruise around it, his heart tightened.
He suddenly looked up, meeting Song Huai's guilty gaze, and said coldly, "You call this 'slightly'?"
Song Huai immediately pulled his trouser legs down again, trying to cover up the truth: "I'm fine."
Bai Xiao ignored Song Huai's stubbornness, turned his back, bent down, and said to him, "Come up."
Song Huai hurriedly said, "No need to trouble yourself, I can walk by myself."
Bai Xiao frowned, but then scoffed, her words laced with sarcasm: "What, isn't it fine being on someone else's back?"
"What did you say?" Song Huai didn't understand what she was saying.
Bai Xiao choked, realizing she had let something slip in her haste. An unnatural look crossed her face, and she quickly said, "Hurry up, I don't have time to walk slowly with you."
Now it was Song Huai's turn to be speechless. No, who asked you to accompany them?
He tried to open his mouth twice but couldn't say a word. In the end, he had to give up, climbed onto Bai Xiao's back, put one arm around his neck, and held an umbrella for them with the other.
After Song Huai came up, Bai Xiao stood up, carried him on her back, and slowly walked along the mountain path step by step.
The world is so vast, yet the two of them are huddled under this small black umbrella, feeling each other's warmth and listening to each other's pounding heartbeats.
The weight on his back was frighteningly light. This person... seemed even thinner than when he left five years ago. Thinking of this, Bai Xiao felt a sharp pain in her heart. What was wrong with Song Huai? In the past few years, he had collaborated with many big directors on many works and achieved great success in his career, becoming a world-renowned composer. She thought he had matured, but in the end, he was still the same as before, not even knowing how to eat properly.
And that Liu Weitian, how have they taken care of him to this state over the past few years?
Anger welled up in his chest, and his hand, which was behind Song Huai's back, tightened unconsciously.
Song Huai lay quietly on this familiar back, his nose filled with the familiar scent. He closed his eyes, wishing that time could stand still.
After a long pause, Bai Xiao suddenly spoke up, "How's your hand?"
"Much better, the doctor you recommended is very good."
It is indeed much better, except that his right hand still cannot lift heavy objects, his hand aches terribly on humid days, and... he still cannot play the piano.
“…Hmm,” Bai Xiao replied listlessly.
The doctor had reported all of Song Huai's condition to him. For an ordinary person, it would be a miracle to recover to this extent, but Song Huai was different. He knew very well that Song Huai's right hand was far from what he had described.
Song Huai sniffed and asked, "And you, how have you been these past few years...?"
"Everything is fine."
"That's good."
Then, neither of them spoke again.
The road from the cemetery to the foot of the mountain was already very long, but now, the two of them wished it could be even longer, so long that it would never end.
But things in this world often don't go as planned, and in the blink of an eye, they were back in the parking lot.
"Let's go to the hospital first," Bai Xiao said to the passenger in the front seat as he started the car.
"No need to go to the hospital, just apply some medicine." Song Huai's voice grew weaker and weaker.
Bai Xiao turned her head and saw that Song Huai's eyes were already narrowed. He must be tired after all the commotion today. "Then let's go to my place first. I happen to have some medicine at home."
After sitting down, Song Huai felt his head growing heavier and heavier. Although he didn't understand the necessity of going to Bai Xiao's house—it wasn't like his family was the only one in the world with medicine—he didn't have the energy to argue any further. He just mumbled, "Mmm..."
While waiting at a red light, Bai Xiao tapped her fingers on the steering wheel, then suddenly said, "It's getting late, why don't you eat at my place tonight?"
After waiting for a long time without receiving a response, Bai Xiao turned to look at Song Huai in confusion.
Song Huai closed his eyes, his brows furrowed in pain, his lips turned white, and his cheeks flushed an unnatural red. His consciousness had completely blurred, and he could not hear Bai Xiao speaking at all.
"Song Huai!" Bai Xiao's breath hitched, and he reached out a hand to touch Song Huai's forehead—the scalding temperature startled him.
Now that he had no choice but to go to the hospital, Bai Xiao quickly turned around and drove in another direction.
Upon arriving at the hospital, the doctor said that Song Huai had caught a cold and developed a fever, and asked him to receive intravenous fluids in the observation room first.
While he was receiving the IV drip, the doctor treated the wound on his leg.
"Tsk tsk tsk, young man, how could your girlfriend be so careless, falling like this?" The doctor exclaimed, looking at the wound on Song Huai's knee that almost reached the bone. At the same time, he scolded Bai Xiao, "Really, why didn't you remind your girlfriend to be careful? What kind of husband are you?"
Bai Xiao didn't clarify their relationship, silently taking the blame that had fallen into her lap. "It's my fault, I'll definitely be more careful next time."
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