Chapter 114 Discovering Her Five-Year Secret Love
New Year's Eve.
Meng Shiyi has been staying at her cousin's house these days, putting up Spring Festival couplets and making dumplings together.
In the evening, Meng Huaili bought her a bunch of fairy wands.
A little girl from the neighborhood also came over to join in the fun and play with them.
Light the heart-shaped fairy wand and create brilliant sparks in the air.
Suddenly, at this moment, a loud "bang" sounded in the sky.
In an instant, the black sky was torn open by the golden light. As the sound continued to explode, the fireworks spread everywhere into billions of stars, as if the Milky Way was pouring out with a hole.
Brilliant, gorgeous, dazzling and luxurious.
Like countless stars falling from the sky, forming colorful meteors.
Half of Meng Shiyi's face was illuminated.
She had never seen such beautiful fireworks before.
The little girl next door jumped up excitedly: "Wow! Look, sister!"
Someone nearby who knew a lot about fireworks said, "This one shot of fireworks must have cost at least hundreds of thousands of dollars. Hey, we don't understand the world of the rich."
I don’t know who is the rich man who spends so much money, spending tens of thousands of yuan on one shot.
After watching the fireworks of this rich man, Meng Shiyi continued to play with the fairy wand with the little sister.
The night deepens.
Nearby hidden trees.
He Xilou just came back from setting off fireworks.
He stood by the tree, watching Meng Shiyi playing with the fairy wand from afar, and seeing her smile happily, his empty heart was filled little by little.
He really, really missed her.
The atmosphere over there was lively and cheerful, with warm orange lights shining down. A group of people were chattering and eating melon seeds together, looking very happy.
His side was shrouded in darkness and shadows, cold and lonely, as if forming two different worlds.
He Xilou has been dreaming almost every night recently.
In the dream, they had just been together for a short time. He pressed Meng Shiyi on the bed and kissed her patiently and forcefully.
Meng Shiyi also responded to him timidly and awkwardly, as if she liked him very much too.
Once you wake up from the dream, everything has changed.
He missed her so much that he almost went crazy. He wanted to rush up to her, hug her, and rub her into his bones and blood.
But in the end, he just looked at her silently and secretly.
"Happy New Year, Poetic Sister." He muttered to himself in a hoarse voice.
…
It snowed again at night.
After setting off the fireworks, Meng Shiyi went back to take a shower. After drying her hair, she began to tidy up the cabinet.
Suddenly, something fell out of the cabinet with a clatter.
She was stunned when she saw the things on the ground.
These are the sketches she once drew for He Xilou.
Since the second year of junior high school, she began to pay attention to He Xilou's every move intentionally or unintentionally, and began to draw him.
After many years, Meng Shiyi felt uncomfortable when she saw these paintings.
She squatted down silently and sorted out the sheets of drawing paper.
There are pictures of He Xilou lazily leaning on the back of a chair, him casually writing his homework with a pen, and him playing games, but more often, there is his back.
These are all evidences that she once had a crush on him.
She once loved him with a pure and beautiful heart.
Meng Shiyi can still recall how she painted him stroke by stroke with full of hope and joy.
She was so young at that time that she probably didn't realize that her love was worthless.
Meng Shiyi was silent for a long time, took the drawing paper downstairs, and threw away a bag of garbage in the room.
The only time she paused was when she threw the drawing paper.
Meng Shiyi stood in front of the trash can, looked at the drawing papers a few more times, and finally just threw them in silently.
The snow is getting heavier.
Meng Shiyi returned to the bedroom, turned on the air conditioner, snuggled into the quilt, and fell into a drowsy sleep.
He Xilou looked at the extinguished light in the room on the second floor and was about to leave when he suddenly stopped.
Meng Shiyi just stood here for such a long time, as if she was lingering on something.
He Xilou was silent for a moment, then walked to the trash can and saw a pile of white paper.
He unconsciously reached out and picked up the drawing paper.
When he saw clearly what was on the drawing paper, he was stunned.
The people in the painting...
Is it him?
He Xilou was completely frozen in place, his fingertips trembling as he flipped through the contents one by one.
Every time he turned over, his heart sank.
On the back of all the paintings was a line of small words written lightly in pencil:
【In 20XX, I seem to have fallen in love with someone】
[He is my brother's good friend - He Xilou, who went up to the West Tower alone without saying a word.]
I was really scared of him at first, but he saved me before, so he seems like a good person.
[I will work hard to get into his university, Imperial University!]
[I can only see his back every time. What a pity. When will we meet again?]
[Brother Xilou brought me a box of blueberry cake today. It’s super sweet~]
I don't know if he has a girlfriend, and I don't dare to ask. What kind of girl does he like?
I only dare to look at him secretly, hiding this love quietly in my heart.
[Secret love is a person's chaos]
[When will he look at me again?]
Surprisingly, it was really him.
A total of more than thirty paintings.
Every painting is of him, and behind every painting is written the date and a girl’s thoughts.
He Xilou's Adam's apple rolled violently, his fingers pinching the drawing paper turned blue and white, and all the blood in his body seemed to have solidified.
"impossible."
He talked to himself.
Impossible, how could Meng Shiyi have a crush on him?
Why him?
And I've been secretly in love with her for five whole years, almost two thousand days.
She had liked him for five whole years and even came to the Imperial University for him.
How much bitterness and pain does she feel in her heart?
He Xilou's rationality completely went out of control at this moment.
He could no longer control his inner reason and rushed over to knock on the door.
“Bang, bang, bang—”
After a while, the door opened.
He Xilou's expression was tense, with complex emotions in his eyes, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.
But when the door opened, only Meng Huaili's face was revealed.
He frowned: "What are you doing here?"
"Let me see Meng Shiyi."
"no."
Meng Huaili refused coldly and wanted to close the door.
But He Xilou pushed him against the door frame.
His voice was hoarse: "Please, let me see her."
Meng Huaili stared at him and asked word by word, "Who are you? Her ex-boyfriend? Isn't bullying her once enough?"
He continued, "He Xilou, I won't agree to you two being together. It's not just because you're a playboy, but also because of your private identity. If you want to find a woman, go find someone else. Don't let me see you around her again, or I'll be rude to you."
After saying that, Meng Huaili pushed him away and slammed the door shut.
The night is as dark as ink, and snowflakes are falling.
He Xilou walked along the dark path with heavy steps, carefully holding the dozens of paintings as if they were the most precious and rare treasures.
Rather than joy, I feel more heartache.
It was as if there was a violent storm, and the big raindrops were like silver needles piercing his heart.
The pain was so severe that it made me numb.
Recalling the time when they first met, he even asked frivolously, "Sister Shiyi, are you secretly in love with me?"
No wonder…
No wonder she always tried to avoid his sight, no wonder she would carefully dodge when she saw him.
No wonder when he asked her when she started to like him, she said she would tell him when she had the chance.
It turns out that everything has a traceable path, and everything is destined, but he just can't believe it.
He Xilou walked in the cold wind, as if he was frozen by the icy snow, and bitterness spread throughout his body.
After a long time, a teardrop quietly fell on the paper, staining it with a thin layer of gray...
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