Chapter 58 "Meng Shiyi, please comfort me"
As the autumn wind blows, the golden sycamore leaves drift with the rain and fall back into the soil near the roots of the tree.
Meng Shiyi quietly tilted the umbrella handle towards him to block more rain for him, her voice soft:
"Lu Shijie said, you're out here in the rain alone, I'm afraid you might catch a cold."
The weather was cool, and Meng Shiyi's long hair was draped over her chest. She wore a milk-coffee colored knitted sweater. The warm color outlined her beautiful curves just right. The pair of eyes looking at him were filled with beautiful light, gentle and quiet.
He Xilou took in her expression, raised his eyebrows slightly, but still spoke in a casual and uninhibited tone:
"You care about me?"
Meng Shiyi tightened her fingertips and nodded slightly under the other party's direct and burning gaze.
He Xilou glanced down at the package in her hand and said slowly, "What is this?"
The packaging bag is off-white with a red bow tied on the top, which looks beautiful, exquisite and eye-catching.
Meng Shiyi handed it to He Xilou, her eyes sparkling with light, and she breathed nervously, "I made this little bun for you."
I hope he doesn't dislike it.
He Xilou raised an eyebrow: "Did you make it yourself?"
"Uh-huh."
"Are you trying to coax me?"
He Xilou raised his eyes, half of his face hidden in the dark shadows, looking mysterious, and his voice was indifferent:
"I don't need it. Besides, I just really like getting wet in the rain."
There is a refreshing feeling when it rains.
Especially when you are alone, looking up at the dark sky and letting the water droplets hit your face, it is like accepting the baptism of the world. The suffocating feeling can make you forget your worries for a short time and make you intoxicated and fall.
He doesn't need anyone's sympathy or concern.
Meng Shiyi lowered her head, her eyes suddenly becoming dim.
She took back the bread in disappointment, her throat a little dry.
"……oh."
As expected, he rejected me.
Her heart seemed to be entangled by dense thin threads, which were getting tighter and tighter, and a feeling of soreness and swelling spread throughout her body.
Meng Shiyi bit her lip lightly: "Then...I'm leaving?"
He Xilou's eyes were dark, and he said "hmm" expressionlessly, then calmly looked away without looking at her again.
As if he treated her as an insignificant stranger.
Meng Shiyi's chest felt like it was blocked by a ball of soaked cotton, as if someone had punched her hard. It felt heavy and difficult to breathe.
She had no choice but to move the umbrella away from He Xilou and watch the rain fall on him.
Just after taking two steps, Meng Shiyi couldn't bear to turn back and said softly:
"It's easy to catch a cold or fever if you get caught in the rain. Remember to go back early."
The other person leaned back in his chair, half-closed his eyes, showed no emotion, and ignored her.
As cold and heartless as ever, no one can really approach him.
This is He Xilou.
Meng Shiyi's eyelashes trembled slightly and she breathed cautiously.
He must be thinking she's meddling in his business.
Meng Shiyi didn't want to bother herself any more, so she turned around and left, walking on the path with an umbrella, her mood as gloomy as the puddles on the ground.
She should have thought of it earlier. She was not that special in other people's hearts, nor as important as she thought.
Meng Shiyi lowered her head and rubbed her eyes.
Didn't walk far.
Suddenly, there was a loud noise behind me.
Before she could react, she was caught off guard and felt a burning sensation on her back, and her whole body was hugged tightly and forcefully.
Meng Shiyi's pupils constricted, and after realizing what it was, she felt like she was almost burning to the point of melting.
He Xilou hugged her tightly from behind, his hands tightly around her waist, leaning over slightly, and resting his chin on her right shoulder.
This is an extremely intimate and ambiguous posture.
Meng Shiyi was stunned. Faced with the sudden hug, she stood there in surprise, and her hand holding the umbrella trembled twice.
The rain was still falling heavily and irregularly, playing a melody on the umbrella, splashing layers of water on the ground, and causing ripples on the heart.
It seems like there is a secret emotion, strands of it, quietly fermenting in the air.
He Xilou lowered his head to her shoulder, almost leaning close to her ear, his voice hoarse and dull, with a hint of pleading in his usually unruly tone:
"Don't go."
Meng Shiyi had her back to him, but could still feel his strong chest.
Her breathing became increasingly disordered: "Brother Xilou?"
"Meng Shiyi." He Xilou called her softly.
"Um?"
He Xilou usually called her "Poetic Sister" in a frivolous and playful manner, but this seemed to be the first time he called her by her full name seriously.
Behind her, He Xilou's hot breath fell on her neck, "Come and comfort me."
“……?”
Meng Shiyi took several seconds to react, her thoughts in a mess. She pushed the man's arm around her waist, turned around and faced him.
She wondered if she had heard it wrong.
Why would He Xilou... let her coax him?
But the man's deep and serious eyes told her that he was not joking.
When I was stunned.
He Xilou once again pulled her into his arms.
This time I hugged her face to face.
He Xilou was very tall, so he could only bend down and hold her in his arms. Noticing that the girl showed no sign of resistance, he couldn't help but tighten his arms, almost holding her tightly.
"You..." Meng Shiyi's throat seemed to be blocked by something.
Facing He Xilou like this for the first time, Meng Shiyi's mind went blank.
Finally, she held the umbrella and carried the bag in one hand, and carefully patted He Xilou's back with the other hand, and gently touched his wet hair.
"Okay," Meng Shiyi comforted gently, "I won't leave."
I always feel that Hexilou is like an abandoned puppy caught in the rain.
No, it should be a big dog.
It seems a little cute.
Meng Shiyi tacitly allowed He Xilou to hold her. She didn't know how much time had passed, but her whole body was almost numb, her legs were a little weak, and her breathing became difficult.
She heard the heavy sound of rain and the deafening sound of her own heartbeat, which beat vigorously and powerfully in her chest again and again.
Finally, He Xilou let go of her hand, slowly distanced himself from her, and stared at her with his eyes lowered.
The light from the roadside came in through the gaps, dispelling the shadows.
When Meng Shiyi looked up, she happened to see the blood on He Xilou's neck and her eyes widened in surprise:
"Why are you bleeding here?"
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