Chapter 38 You Shouldn’t Come Here Lin Xicai sat back down again,…
Lin Xicai then sat back down. At the same time, she raised her hand and gestured. The lights in the living room disappeared instantly, leaving only the clear movie picture on the white screen.
Li Ci's body stiffened uncontrollably the moment he turned off the lights. "Don't, don't turn off the lights."
Lin Xicai looked over, the light from the movie screen flashed onto her face, mysterious and dazzling. Her voice was mixed in with the lines of the movie actors, but every word was clear.
"Are you afraid even if I'm here?" she asked.
The momentary stiffness was merely a reflex. Realizing that the darkness this time was different and safe, Li Ci's fear subsided a bit. However, he was afraid she might suddenly leave, so he cautiously reached out and grabbed the corner of her clothes. "Don't be afraid... It's just a movie, don't be afraid..."
Lin Xicai noticed the bony hand that was grabbing the corner of her clothes. Perhaps because she was in a good mood that day, she did not struggle.
To be honest, that movie is not that good. It is actually a memoir and confession of a group of juvenile offenders.
She was watching absent-mindedly, but surprisingly, Li Ci was watching seriously - Lin Xicai didn't think he was moved in any way, probably because he hadn't watched a movie in a long time, so he would be absorbed in any movie.
It's the same principle as someone who has been hungry for three days can enjoy eating a cold steamed bun.
Lin Xicai felt very relieved and thought that her painstaking efforts in selecting the meal were worth it.
Tsk tsk, they were not related at all, and he had never called her mom or dad, yet she took care of his food and shelter and even watched parent-child education films with him. Lin Xicai felt from the bottom of her heart that she was a little too kind.
When the movie ended, the lights in the living room came on. Li Ci stared at the screen that showed "end" for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking.
Lin Xicai asked knowingly, "How is it? Does it look good?"
Li Ci did not answer this question. He just turned his head and looked at her quietly, with a cautious tentative and eager look in his eyes: "Next time, the movie, when?"
Lin Xicai thought about it and smiled coldly, "It depends on your performance."
Li Ci pursed his lips, as if he was having trouble speaking, or as if he was suppressing some hidden anger, "What is considered a good performance?"
"There's no standard. It's all based on your own judgment." Lin Xicai glanced at him with an ambiguous expression. "Behaving well means not doing things you know are bad, like using a spoon..."
"Stop talking."
Li Ci lowered his head and buried his face in his knees.
"Am I not good to you?" Lin Xicai's tone revealed deep disappointment. "I let you live in my favorite place, and I cooked for you. You should know that I have never cooked for my parents. The first time I cooked was for you. I also bought you snacks, bandaged your wounds, and went to the movies with you... I did all these things for you without taking a penny from you. Who else in this world would do so many things for you without asking for anything in return? But you, you are such a disappointment. No wonder your family doesn't want you..."
"Shut up! Stop talking..."
Li Ci hugged his head and said, "I... I can't do it anymore, please stop talking..."
It seems so. From childhood to adulthood, apart from those servants and housekeepers who were paid, who would be willing to do so many things for him?
His mother wouldn't, she abandoned him long ago;
Even less so his father, who was always busy, always on the go, always dissatisfied with him;
The women who claimed to like him would only look at him with disgusting eyes, but never did anything for him. They were afraid of him. They said they liked him but refused to truly accept him.
There was only this person. She clearly hated him so much, yet she was willing to do so much for him. However, he hurt her. Why did he treat her like that? She bandaged his wound, yet he hurt her so cruelly...
No, he was in this situation now because of this bitch. How could he have such terrible thoughts about her! She deserved to die, this bitch deserved to die. If she hadn't trapped him here first, would he have hurt her? She deserved it, she deserved it!
No...it's still not right. He was the one who provoked her first, he was the one who attacked first, he was the one who tried to force her first. She was just resisting. She was just resisting. What's wrong with resisting?
No! Of course, resistance is wrong! Who would dare to resist him? Who is he, and who is she? How could a servant's daughter dare to resist him? ...
Li Ci's face turned pale and his head was splitting. No, no, it was still his fault. She was not wrong. It was all his fault, his fault, his fault...
Lin Xicai watched him huddle in pain, squatted down, patted his shoulder kindly, and comforted him, "Li Ci, you're terrible. Others are just afraid of you and don't say it. I'm the only one willing to risk your attacks and honestly tell you exactly how terrible you are. You should be thankful that you've met such a sincere person like me. I'm the only one willing to tell you the truth."
Lin Xicai smiled and used her fingertips to tidy up his sweat-soaked bangs. "You don't have to thank me, but you can't blame me for this, or you'll have one more bad thing to say."
"I usually have to study, so I don't have time to always accompany you to the movies." Lin Xicai thought for a moment and said sympathetically, "How about this, I'll bring you some books when I get back. It's the same with reading."
Lin Xicai did what she said, and when she went in again the next day, there were indeed a few more books in her arms.
Li Ci sat on the sofa and glanced over. The names of those books were shining brightly.
The Power of Character
Compulsory Course in Life
The Background of Life
Be a Kind Person
Sow Kindness, Reap Beauty
…
Li Ci stared at the covers for a long while, then smiled bitterly.
…
Lin Xicai has had a vague feeling recently that the male protagonist's mood is not right.
Xie Shi was the most emotionally stable person among all the people she had met in her two worlds, but she was very sensitive to the obvious fluctuations in his emotions.
Anxiety, uneasiness, and even rare fear.
These words, which she had never associated with this person, appeared defenselessly in those eyes that were as calm as a pool of stagnant water.
Lin Xicai had just finished a Chinese class and seemed to be hypnotized again. She was energetic at the beginning of the class, but drowsy after the class. She was still a little overwhelmed until the next self-study class.
Lin Xicai lay on the table and tapped the cactus twice with her fingers. It was a little painful, but there was some effect, but not that much.
Lin Xicai changed her direction and lay down. She looked over with sleepy eyes. Xie Shi was looking down in a daze. His face was almost hidden in the shadow of his hanging hair. He looked depressed, gloomy and lonely.
The little bit of fireworks on his body that she had lit with great difficulty was completely gone, as if she was back to the first time she met him.
Lin Xicai looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and asked softly, "What's wrong with you?"
Xie Shi's hand, which was casually placed on the table, trembled slightly. He lowered his eyes and looked at her with an inexplicable look.
He stared at the corners of her eyes, which were slightly red from sleepiness, and answered irrelevantly: "Are you very sleepy?"
Lin Xicai yawned, her voice a little muffled: "A little."
"Want to hear a ghost story?" he said.
Lin Xicai was a little surprised and nodded: "Yes."
It was a pretty unoriginal ghost story.
The name is "The Eighth Floor You Can't Escape From".
It tells the story of a few girls who went out for a trip and stayed in a hotel. They were arranged to stay in a room on the eighth floor of the hotel. After they checked in, strange things kept happening. They wanted to escape, but found that no matter how they escaped or which floor they pressed, when the elevator door opened, they saw the strange eighth floor outside.
Xie Shi's tone was flat, without any deliberate exaggeration or pomp, but after hearing the story, Lin Xicai still broke out in a cold sweat and lost all desire to sleep.
Lin Xicai climbed up from the desk, and her eyes looked much clearer immediately.
He seemed to smile, but then seemed not to: "Are you still sleepy? If it's not enough, have another one."
Lin Xicai pulled the corners of her lips and decisively took out the exercise book from the bookend. She shook her head like a rattle, looking as if she was not enjoying it. "No, it's too scary."
Xie Shi didn't say anything.
Is it scary?
He was in the middle of it.
He is experiencing a real senior year of high school that he cannot escape.
There are some scenes that he will never get used to or forgive even if they are played out a hundred times.
Lin Xicai sensed the air pressure around her dropping and felt a little uneasy about his sudden change in mood.
Over the next few days, his expression, almost like fear, became more and more obvious, until one day, he didn't come to school.
Then, from that day on, time seemed to be stuck.
That day the cycle began, and it continues to cycle.
Because this kind of thing had happened many times before, Lin Xicai didn't take it seriously at first.
But what happened next made her heart completely hang in the balance - it had happened once or twice at most before, but this time, it had happened seven or eight times on the same day, with no signs of stopping.
Even watching a movie seven or eight times would make her want to vomit, let alone experiencing the same thing seven or eight times.
And it was a rainy day, the drizzle fell from morning till night, making her whole body and her mood wet. She hated rainy days the most.
Lin Xicai knew very well that this was related to Xie Shi, and he had not appeared during this period.
This kind of manipulation of time would not happen for no reason. Lin Xicai thought, maybe he encountered an unsolvable problem on this day, and in order to solve this problem, he let time repeat itself again and again.
Or maybe like her, something happened on that day that made her regret or feel sorry, so she wanted to make amends.
But what could it be that left him helpless?
Everything around is repeating itself, like a weird clockwork theater, which almost drives people crazy.
When the cycle reached the ninth time, Lin Xicai finally couldn't stand it anymore, so she skipped the class and walked out of the school gate with an umbrella in the incessant rain.
It was not difficult to get Xie Shi's address. As expected, the address was in an alley labeled as poor, not far from the school, just a little south of the area where she had followed him last time.
When we were almost at the neighborhood where Xie Shi lived, we passed by a vegetable market. Perhaps because it was a rainy day, there were not many people in the place that should have been bustling. There were not many people setting up stalls, and not many people coming out to buy things.
My eyes drifted casually over and I saw a woman in a navy blue coat walking across the street, holding a bamboo basket filled with vegetables and fruits.
Her hair was long and casually tied behind her head, a little messy. Then, as if she suddenly sensed something, she looked over here and smiled gently.
Lin Xicai's heart couldn't help but soften, and she realized that it was a weathered but beautiful face.
It was at this moment that a swaying white van, moving in a serpentine manner, crashed into the thin figure out of control.
Lin Xicai wanted to yell at her to get out of the way, but her voice seemed to be stuck in her throat, and it was too late.
She watched with her own eyes as the person's body was flung into the air, then, along with the fruits and vegetables in the basket, fell to the ground. The juice of the fruits and vegetables, along with her blood, flowed onto the ground, staining the rain red...
This scene happened too suddenly, and Lin Xicai's body became extremely stiff and he was shaking.
Almost at the same time, a pair of cold big hands covered her eyes from behind.
She recognized the man's voice, hoarse and calm, an eerie calm that shouldn't be there at this moment: "You shouldn't be here."
"Go back," he said. "Tomorrow is a new day."
Are you really calm?
Lin Xicai thought, but why are your hands shaking too?
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com