Chapter 12: Crush on my brother's friend
Meng Shiyi wasn't sure whether He Xilou would help her.
Just as she was about to run, He Xilou suddenly stuffed the umbrella into her arms and said in a cold voice:
"Here, close your eyes."
"Okay." Meng Shiyi obediently held up the umbrella and covered her eyes with her other hand.
He Xilou walked calmly into the rain, like a wolf determined to win, not taking the opponent seriously at all. His movements were fast, accurate and fierce, as if he had fought countless fights before.
The heavy rain came crashing down, accompanied by the sound of boys falling to the ground and wails of pain.
The group of boys quickly crawled away in a panic.
Meng Shiyi's hand quietly revealed a gap and saw He Xilou walking towards her.
She pursed her lips, feeling inexplicably nervous. She carefully returned the umbrella and said timidly, "Thank you, brother..."
She turned around and ran to get her schoolbag, but was suddenly picked up by He Xiluo.
He Xilou brought her in front of him without a second thought and said in a cold voice, "Where are you running to?"
Meng Shiyi didn't dare to run away. She stood there and looked at him quietly, but met the man's deep, dark eyes.
He Xilou glared at her: "Are you still afraid of me?"
Shiyi shrank her neck, not knowing how to respond.
Her eyes were red, she hesitated for a long time, and apologized softly: "Brother, I'm sorry..."
Sorry to trouble you.
It seems that I have made you unhappy...
He Xilou picked up her pink schoolbag from the ground.
The schoolbag had been trampled into pieces, was tattered, stained with mud, and was extremely dirty.
He Xilou was a little disgusted: "Throw it away?"
Meng Shiyi shook her head, and regardless of how dirty the schoolbag was, she held it in her arms as if it were a jewel.
Tears streamed down her face as she said stubbornly, "Don't throw it away..."
This was the gift her father gave her on the day he passed away...
He Xilou grabbed her wrist without saying a word and took her to the supermarket by force, where he bought her an umbrella, a towel, and a new schoolbag.
He covered Meng Shiyi's head with a towel and wiped her wet hair.
Raindrops can be wiped clean, but tears can never be wiped away.
He Xilou stared at her, pinched her cheek, exerted a little force, and sneered:
"Still crying? It's not pretty anymore."
“…”
Meng Shiyi cried even harder.
When she cried, there was almost no sound. She tried hard to hold back her tears and was very well behaved.
Her nose felt sore, her eyes were tearful, and tears fell like strings.
But this look makes people feel even more distressed.
The convenience store owner frowned and glanced at He Xilou, thinking he had encountered a human trafficker. He quickly pulled Meng Shiyi over and asked softly:
"Little boy, do you know this boy? Do you need me to help you call the police?"
"I...I know him."
Meng Shiyi nodded, wiped her tears with her sleeve, and walked slowly to He Xiluo's side.
In the most helpless and painful moment, she didn't expect that He Xilou would break into her life.
Meng Shiyi timidly tested him and gently pinched the corner of his clothes.
She wanted He Xilou to take her back.
He Xilou understood what was going on, so he let her hold him all the way and sent her back home.
He also bought a small blueberry cake for Shiyi, but his tone was still cold:
"Stop crying."
Meng Shiyi took the cake, sniffed her sour nose, and raised her hand to wipe away her tears.
It's her favorite blueberry flavor.
She said in a muffled voice: "I won't cry anymore, thank you brother..."
After Meng Shiyi went upstairs, she opened the curtains and secretly watched He Xiluo's back as he left.
It seems that this person is not as bad as imagined.
He's pretty good...
Since then, Meng Shiyi gradually changed her opinion of him. Occasionally, when she saw He Xilou coming to her house to find Meng Huaili, she would run upstairs and hide at the door to peek at them.
She looked at He Xilou and became very curious about him.
Meng Shiyi didn't know exactly when she fell in love with He Xilou, but it was definitely not the time when He Xilou saved her.
But it is the love that accumulates little by little day by day, and gradually piles up into a mountain of love.
Before she knew it, she had drawn He Xilou on the sketch paper:
There were pictures of him playing games recklessly, and of him lazily leaning back in a chair, but most of them were just blurry, tall figures from behind...
It was only when Meng Shiyi sorted out the drawing papers one by one that she gradually realized what was happening.
She seems...
I fell in love with my brother's best friend.
She likes He Xilou.
Like a spark, it quietly buried itself deep in her heart that summer. By the time she discovered it, it had already intensified and she was completely lost.
She saw He Xilou very rarely and didn't even get into his high school.
From seeing each other several times a year to seeing each other once a year.
Every time they met from afar, she would secretly be happy for a long time, and would continue to pick up the sketch pen to draw He Xilou's back.
This love has lasted for many, many years...
The boring and torturous military training finally came to an end, and the Imperial University began recruiting new members for its clubs and student union.
Xu Qingqing yawned. "I don't want to go anywhere. I don't want to socialize. I just want to stay alone in the dorm and play games. How wonderful... Oh, and where's the poetry?"
Meng Shiyi said calmly, "The literature club, they often hold essay competitions and also take on some lucrative commissions."
After packing her things, she went to the comprehensive building for an interview.
Meng Shiyi wore a simple preppy-style dress with a classic beige plaid pattern. She wore a side fishbone braid with a light-colored flower, giving her a demure look.
During the interview, many students around looked over and focused their attention on her.
Especially when Meng Shiyi explained her views on literature and her favorite literary works, her voice was like a trickle of water, and she spoke in a very literary way, which made people feel extremely comfortable.
When faced with questions, she was not at all shy, and her love for literature and solid foundation were revealed between the lines.
People were whispering, "So she's Meng Shiyi. Her solo military training video got a million likes and went viral. Lots of people took screenshots and used them as profile pictures, saying it was a romantic attraction..."
"Damn it, not only is she so pretty, but she's also so talented. I'm so jealous!"
After Meng Shiyi finished her speech, she suddenly felt an unfriendly gaze.
She followed that line of sight.
It’s Lin Shuang.
She was wearing a red halter dress and sitting on the interview chair with a sign that read "Vice President" in front of her.
Lin Shuang stared at her for a few seconds, then turned around with a smile and whispered to the boy next to her:
"President, our club doesn't need girls who only have good looks, right?"
The implication is that Meng Shiyi's inner qualities depend entirely on her beauty and she has no knowledge or cultivation.
But everyone present could see that Meng Shiyi had a high level of literary ability.
The president ignored Lin Shuang and glanced at Meng Shiyi before clapping his hands.
"Mr. Meng, you are very welcome to join the literature club!"
"Thank you, President!" Meng Shiyi bent down to express her gratitude, joined the club's WeChat group, packed up her things and left.
She was the last one to be interviewed, and by the time she finished, the interview was over.
Suddenly, Lin Shuang grabbed her wrist from behind and said in a proud tone:
"I saw it all with my own eyes. You were the girl He Xilou carried in his arms like a princess a few days ago, weren't you?!"
There are not many people around, it is empty and quiet.
Meng Shiyi looked at her quietly, with no emotion visible.
Lin Shuang stepped closer to her in her high heels, speaking in a condescending tone:
"No wonder I thought your back looked familiar. You followed He Xilou that day and eavesdropped on our conversation, right?"
Her eyes were full of provocation, her tone was sarcastic, and the more she spoke, the louder her voice became:
"How is it? How does it feel to be carried like a princess by He Xilou? Is it nice? Are you very proud now?"
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