Chapter 107: Heartbeat (1)
Eight years ago on October 27th...
Yu Zhiwan quickly calculated in his mind.
At that time, she was just in her first year of high school, and Xie Jingmo was in his second year, a year higher than her...
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It was a rainy day and the rain kept falling.
At noon, in a coffee shop near the school.
Xie Jingmo looked at the middle-aged woman opposite him——
His biological mother.
Ever since the Xie family announced the death of his parents when he was eight years old, the woman changed her name and went abroad with the man she loved.
After so many years, this is the first time Xie Jingmo has seen her again.
Compared to how he remembered her, she seemed to have only a few more wrinkles, and the look she gave him was still filled with indifference.
The woman looked at the boy's slightly pale face and frowned slightly: "Are you sick?"
Xie Jingmo: "I caught a cold and have a slight fever."
Hearing this, the woman covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief, leaned back, and moved further away from him, as if she was afraid of being infected by him.
The young man sneered, a hint of self-mockery and sarcasm flashing in his eyes.
That's ridiculous.
He actually thought that she asked about his illness because she cared about him.
The middle-aged woman's tone was cold and ruthless, "You don't have to look at me with hatred. I'm only returning home for a short time and will leave in two days."
"Even if you want to hate someone, you should hate your father. He is the cause of all this."
Xie Jingmo had no expression on his face: "Do you know how he died?"
The woman said coldly, "Didn't he die in a car accident?"
A light scoff escaped the boy's lips.
The sarcasm in his eyes grew stronger.
The middle-aged woman frowned: "Whether he died in a car accident or died of other causes, this is his retribution."
"Anything to do with your father, including you, just makes me sick."
The young man stiffened and raised his eyelids to look at her. His pupils were dark and a sarcastic smile slowly appeared at the corners of his lips.
"Then you didn't drown me in the sea back then. Don't you feel it's a pity?"
The middle-aged woman didn't speak.
The young man collected his emotions and looked at her calmly, "Have you ever felt any regret in all these years?"
The woman didn't even hesitate: "Call me selfish, call me cold-blooded, but I never regret wanting to drown you."
"Whenever I see you, I think of your father and the things that happened in the past. Those things in the past just make me feel sick and nauseous."
The rain outside is getting heavier.
The boy's face was sickly pale, and the last bit of something left in his heart was completely shattered.
His brows were gloomy and dark, and the corners of his mouth slowly lifted up, revealing a mocking sneer: "Then why did you come to see me?"
"Mother--"
At this time, a little boy of five or six years old ran over, hugged the woman's calves, and called "Mom" in a baby voice.
A warm and loving smile instantly spread across the woman's face: "Xiaobao, why are you here?"
"Mom, I miss you!" The little boy hugged the woman's calf, swaying back and forth and acting coquettishly, "Daddy won't let me disturb you, but Xiaobao wants to come and see Mommy!"
The woman quickly pulled him back: "Be careful, don't hit your legs. Our Xiaobao is a good boy. Mommy will buy you a cake, okay?"
"No, no, I don't want to eat cake."
"You don't want to eat cake? Then mommy will buy you whatever you want to eat, okay?" The woman's tone was gentle and patient.
The chubby little boy suddenly saw the boy next to him and looked at him curiously, wanting to walk over: "Mom, who have you been talking to?"
The woman immediately grabbed the little boy and said, "My dear, don't go over there. That person has caught a cold and has a fever. He will infect you. It will be very uncomfortable for you if you get sick, and your mother will be very distressed."
Xie Jingmo stared at the scene in a daze, as if his throat was being strangled and he couldn't breathe.
Only then did he realize that she had another child.
It turns out that she can be gentle and patient with her own son.
It turns out that she also feels sorry for her son's illness.
"Xiaobao, come here. Mommy will hold you. Don't go over there. Stay right next to Mommy."
The middle-aged woman held the little boy in her arms, her eyes full of love and care. "Our little babe is the best. He's mommy's best baby, right?"
"Drink the water slowly, baby. Don't choke. It will be very uncomfortable if you choke. Mommy will feed you..."
Xie Jingmo suddenly clenched his fists.
He remembered the cold sea water choking his throat.
I remember that he was choking and almost suffocating to death.
He remembered the woman holding his head expressionlessly and pushing it into the sea again and again...
The young man's face grew paler, and he suddenly stood up and left.
When I walked out of the coffee shop, the rain was still falling outside.
His umbrella fell on the seat. Xie Jingmo turned around to get it, but saw the little boy pick up his umbrella mischievously.
The middle-aged woman showed disdain on her face: "My dear little baby, I told you not to touch it. There might be a virus on this umbrella. If you get infected, you'll get a fever. Mom will be worried about you, and the medicine will be very bitter for you..."
Xie Jingmo sneered coldly, didn't even take the umbrella, turned around and left the coffee shop and walked into the rain.
It was raining and there were few people on the road. He walked towards the school with an expressionless face.
When he reached the corner of the street, he was suddenly pulled by someone. A car just brushed past him and almost hit him.
"Thank you." Xie Jingmo glanced at the hand holding his wrist.
It's obviously a girl's hand.
The knuckles are long, white and thin, the skin is almost translucent, and there are thin blue veins on the back of the hand. Further up, there is a dazzlingly white wrist.
Yu Zhiwan withdrew her hand and held up a worn and yellowed umbrella, the brim of which was slightly raised, revealing her beautiful eyes and eyebrows. "You seem to have a fever."
She had just pulled him and his wrist was very hot.
"Oh." He responded absentmindedly, suddenly turned around and walked in the direction he came from.
The young man's back in the rain was tall and thin, lonely and desolate.
Yu Zhiwan took a quick look and then looked away. Without interfering in other people's business, he continued walking towards the school holding the tattered umbrella.
She took half a day off this morning and came to school at noon.
As a result, just after she arrived at the classroom and sat down for a while, the head teacher came over and said that her parents called and asked her to go home quickly.
Yu Zhiwan frowned, got up and went home.
When I got home, I found out that the money was lost.
Her father was the first to suspect that she had stolen the money. Her mother hugged her brother and asked her to hand over the money immediately.
Yu Zhiwan just thought it was ridiculous. Not to mention that she didn't take the money, even if she did, what would happen?
The money had originally been hers.
She didn't get a penny of the scholarship from the school. Part of it was used by her father for gambling, and part of it was taken by her mother to spend on her younger brother.
Even her umbrella was broken.
Finally, under the scolding of his parents, Yu Zhiwan was pushed down by his father and fell heavily to the ground, almost spraining his wrist.
The lost money was found somewhere else, as they had put the money in the wrong place.
Even though they wronged Yu Zhiwan, they did not apologize, and even scolded him harshly: This is a lesson for you, don't even think about stealing money in the future.
Yu Zhiwan was already used to it. He stood up, brushed off the dirt on his school uniform expressionlessly, and without saying a word, returned to school holding an umbrella.
When I returned to school, it was already past three in the afternoon.
Everyone was in class, it was raining, and the campus was so quiet that there was almost no one there.
Yu Zhiwan walked a few steps towards the teaching building, then stopped and saw Xie Jingmo again.
He finally opened an umbrella, but it seemed like he had just opened it not long ago, and his whole body was still soaked by the rain. Transparent raindrops fell on his face along the ends of his black hair, and his face was sickly pale.
The feeling it gives people is very different from before.
The name Xie Jingmo is so well-known that she hears it almost every day even though they are not in the same class.
In the past, he gave people the impression of being unruly and a child of destiny.
Now he feels gloomy, depressed and dejected.
Yu Zhiwan couldn't explain why, but she always felt that the gloomy and world-weary feeling emanating from Xie Jingmo now was very similar to her state after being hurt by her parents and her original family.
I inexplicably felt a sense of sympathy.
But, isn't his family very well off?
The two are not in the same class, but their classes are in the same teaching building.
Yu Zhiwan put away her umbrella and followed him into the teaching building. His clothes were dripping with water, and he stumbled a little when he was dizzy as he went up the stairs.
Yu Zhiwan subconsciously supported him.
I noticed his skin was even hotter.
We just met at the street corner around one o'clock, and now it's past three o'clock. He has been soaked by the rain. He already had a fever, and now it's even worse.
It feels like it's almost cooked.
"You have a fever," she said again.
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