When Shi Wuqing returned home, Mrs. Meng was sitting on the sofa in the living room. When she heard her enter, she didn't even turn her head and called out, "Xiao Xi."
Shi Wuqing walked over, around the sofa, and saw Mrs. Meng holding the necklace in the photo in her hand, looking down at it.
"I haven't dared to enter Qingqing's room. If I had known... I should have gone in earlier." Mrs. Meng said.
Shi Wuqing lowered his eyes and looked at her, "Give it back to me."
Upon hearing this, Madam Meng raised her head, her eyes a little red, but her expression was very gentle. She laughed and scolded, "What do you mean by giving it back to you? Aren't you disgusted with it? Since you don't want it, it belongs to Mom."
"It was originally mine."
The purple-eyed boy had a strange expression on his face. Mrs. Meng couldn't tell what was wrong, but her intuition told her that it was different from before.
He sat next to her. Perhaps Mrs. Meng was overthinking it, as she felt that his movements were a little cautious.
"Don't you think it's ugly?" the boy asked seriously.
"Why are you suddenly using honorifics?" Madam Meng glared at him. "Would you dare say 'ugly' again?"
"..." The boy blinked, then said naturally, "I think it's pretty good. I thought so twelve years ago."
Meng Xi, who had just come in from outside, heard this, glanced at the necklace that was hard to describe, and walked silently to the two of them.
As for Mrs. Meng, her eyes became even redder because of the word "twelve years", and she no longer had the mind to think about her son's contradictory words.
"Do you like it?" asked the purple-eyed boy.
Mrs. Meng stroked the necklace and was silent for a second. Then she said, "I don't like it. I don't like things that are given such heavy meaning."
"Then forget it, and don't think about it again."
Mrs. Meng was startled and subconsciously looked at her son: "What did you say?"
Don't want it anymore? Don't want to think about it anymore?
The slightly cool hand took the necklace from her hand, and the boy smiled as usual: "Qingqing will be very happy to know that we still remember her, but... if she knew that we would always remember her, she would not be happy, but sad."
Before he finished speaking, Mrs. Meng's tears fell, and after he finished speaking, two lines of tears flowed out uncontrollably.
"Xiao Xi..." She looked into his eyes and asked sadly, "Will Qingqing come back?"
She didn't want a definitive answer, because no one knew one.
The beautiful purple eyes were filled with a bright smile, and there seemed to be a layer of mist in them.
The young man suddenly hugged her gently, his pleasant voice extremely gentle: "Mom has Qingqing in her heart, and Qingqing has Mom in her heart too. Maybe - she has already come back?"
Mrs. Meng cried even harder. No one knew what she had thought of or what she felt relieved by these words.
For a moment, the only sound in the living room was Mrs. Meng crying.
Meng Xi stood under the bright lights, quietly watching the two most important women in his life snuggle with each other.
There was no shadow under his feet.
…
The night was as dark as ink, and a cool breeze blew in from the gaps in the window that was not closed tightly, lifting the curtains and rolling the pages of the unclosed book on the desk.
A few rays of moonlight crept into the room, as if covering a hazy veil. Everything was between clarity and illusion, vague and unclear.
The girl lay quietly on the bed, breathing steadily. If you took two steps closer, you could see that the area under her left eye was clean, and the teardrop mole was covered even when she was sleeping.
In another dimension that no one can see, a young man who looks exactly like the girl on the bed is leaning against the window with his knees bent. His mysterious and clear purple eyes are looking at the distant mountains and forests indifferently.
His eyes were unfocused and unrealistic, as he was lost in thought.
Nearly three hours passed like this, and the boy still didn't move.
"Buzz..."
The tiny vibration sound was amplified countless times because of the silence around it.
The boy turned his head emotionlessly and looked at the phone beside the bed.
"Buzz..."
As soon as the phone rang for the second time, the person on the bed quickly picked up the phone.
The speed of her reaction made people suspect that she was not asleep at all... or perhaps, she couldn't sleep at all.
"Are you sleeping?" A magnetic and deep voice, with an inexplicable smile.
Shi Wuqing lowered his head, his face expressionless: "If what you want to tell me is not the end of the world tomorrow, then tomorrow I will let you face the end of the world."
"..." Mu Jinyan: "It's only two o'clock now, Xi, don't be so irritable."
"Tell me again, what time is it now?"
"Two o'clock..." Mu Jinyan said casually, "Is it very late? I'm still working."
Shi Wuqing smiled: "That's great. You can use the last few hours of your life to make a little contribution to this society before I come to find you tomorrow."
“…”Mu Jinyan.
He choked for a moment, then laughed again: "I've been waiting for you to come find me... Speaking of which, Xi, do you know what I saw when I was surfing the Internet just now?"
He spoke in a meaningful tone, uttering inexplicably mocking words: "Xi, so you are that kind of scum."
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