Chapter 125 He Xilou's humble pursuit of his wife
For a whole week.
He Xilou lay weakly on the VIP bed, constantly changing the dressings.
Qi Yao sat beside him and sighed, "Now that's it, I warned you to be careful with He Cheng and told you to keep an eye on him. But you're so love-brained... Never mind, I'm too lazy to criticize you."
There was a computer on He Xilou's bed. His fingertips tapped the keyboard quickly, but there was no response.
He has never been a good person. He admitted that he was dark, dirty and despicable, otherwise he would not have set so many traps for He Cheng a few years ago and even designed to make him disabled somewhere.
Qi Yao supported his face with one hand, staring at his legs and sighing: "It's a waste of your long preparation for the confession."
"You saved her, and her legs are in such a mess. Didn't you act pitiful and beg her to get back together? Aren't women usually soft-hearted? If you act pitiful, she'll probably give it some serious consideration, right?"
As soon as he finished speaking, He Xilou stopped typing on the keyboard.
"I was willing to save her. Besides, He Cheng was coming for me. It was me who got her into this misfortune. I should save her."
He didn't intend to use moral kidnapping.
He was waiting, waiting for Meng Shiyi to be truly willing to accept him again, waiting for her to be truly willing to love him again, rather than agreeing to reconcile because he saved her and she felt guilty and soft-hearted.
Let him wait as long as he wants.
He Xilou's throat was dry: "Is the wheelchair ready?"
Qi Yao was shocked: "What are you doing? The doctor recommended that you stay in the hospital. Why are you sitting in a wheelchair in advance?"
"She's performing in the school's arts festival, and I have to go see her there."
He really missed her so much, wanted to hug her and kiss her.
He Xilou lowered his eyes slightly, as if talking to himself: "Since she doesn't come to see me, then I have to go to see her."
Even if it's just to sit in the audience and watch her from afar through the crowd...
During He Xilou's hospitalization, Meng Shiyi, Meng Huaili and others would occasionally visit He Xilou and bring him fruits, flowers and so on.
But every time we go there, several people go together.
He Xilou couldn't find any opportunity to be alone with Meng Shiyi, let alone talk to her about her true feelings.
He really wanted to hold her hand, really wanted to hug her tightly, just wanted to be together purely without any lust.
He wanted to be closer to her.
But Meng Huaili, Lu Shijie, Jiang Yue and other stinky men were standing next to him, staring at him, as if he was a monster, as if they were afraid that he would swallow Meng Shiyi alive.
At the end of May, there will be a cultural performance at the Imperial University.
Meng Shiyi is rehearsing the guzheng in the practice room.
When she was taking a break to drink water, she saw a message pop up on WeChat.
【He Gou: The stone is gone.】
Meng Shiyi was puzzled: [What stone?]
He Gou: The birthday present you gave me is gone. [crying]
There was an explosion in the car accident and the stone had long disappeared.
Meng Shiyi was helpless: [It's just a broken stone, what do you want it for?]
[He Gou: But that was the first birthday present I ever received, not to mention it was given to me by my baby.]
Meng Shiyi held her forehead with her hand: [Then I'll pick up ten more stones for you tomorrow, okay?]
[He Gou: Okay O(∩_∩)O Looking forward to the beautiful little stone my baby will give me~]
“…”
Another sexy emoji. Is that person really He Xilou? Hasn't he been kidnapped?
Meng Shiyi suspected that his brain was also injured and he became mentally retarded after being hit by the truck.
the next day.
He Xiluo lay on the hospital bed and waited for a long time, and finally the door of the ward was pushed open.
His voice was slightly hoarse, unable to suppress the anticipation in his heart, and his voice trembled slightly:
"Baby?"
Unexpectedly, the next second, Lu Shijie came in, closed the door, and laughed:
"What baby? Brother Xilou, here I come!"
The smile on He Xilou's lips froze immediately, and his voice instantly became cold and ruthless.
"Why is it you?"
"Why? Why can't it be me? Who are you looking down on? Xiao Shiyi is busy rehearsing and has no time to look at you."
After saying that, Lu Shijie put a big bag aside and said, "Hey, these are the stones that Sister Shiyi picked up today. She asked me to bring them to you."
I opened the bag and there were exactly ten, no more, no less.
Lu Shijie arranged fruits and snacks for him and was about to leave when He Xilou stopped him.
He Xilou said in a deep voice, "I'm going to see the cultural performance in a few days too."
"You?" Lu Shijie was surprised. "How can you go? It's so inconvenient. There's a live broadcast on Douyin anyway. Why don't you watch it while lying on the hospital bed?"
He Xilou shook his head.
“It’s different.”
On May 30, He Xilou's leg injury had healed considerably. Meanwhile, the cultural performance officially began.
I heard that five mysterious guests have been invited tonight, and there are already many hot posts in the forum expressing anticipation.
Meng Shiyi's performance was the second to last.
After she came on stage, the first person she saw was He Xilou in the first row.
He was sitting in a wheelchair, standing out from the crowd, and mouthed to her:
"Baby, I'm here to see you."
Meng Shiyi really didn't expect that he would come.
Could it be that he came here just to see her...
Lu Shijie pushed the wheelchair and felt particularly cared for along the way, as if he were an alien.
He Xilou is undoubtedly a celebrity in the Imperial University. He is particularly well-known in the Imperial University. He has a stunning appearance and a great figure, and his rate of turning heads is almost 100%.
And now He Xilou, who is wrapped in bandages and sitting in a wheelchair, is even more terrible.
The rate of people turning back to look at him was about 200%, and they were all staring at him curiously along the way.
Lu Shijie raised his phone and collapsed, "Brother Lou, you're on the hot forum again. Why did you even include my face in the picture this time? Damn!"
Compared with He Xilou's handsome face, he looks even uglier.
Original post: [Why is Mr. He in a wheelchair? ]
[I'm so funny! I ran into this today too. I was wondering who it was, but it turned out to be He Xilou.]
[I've cheated on too many girls, so I must have been struck by lightning]
[Oh no, how can someone look so handsome even in a wheelchair?...]
[He's also coming to the cultural performance? I haven't seen him come in the past two years.]
So he's single now? I haven't seen any other girls around him. I guess he dumped the one he was dating before.
[I must have been dumped. I told you it wouldn't last more than two months~]
The show begins.
Meng Shiyi's program was an ensemble of ancient classical music. She sat quietly on the left side of the stage and played the guzheng.
She was wearing a plain white Hanfu long skirt, and her black hair was half-tied up with a white jade hairpin. She looked like the silk from the south of the Yangtze River, untainted by dust and as white as frost.
Her fingertips fell on the strings, like a dragonfly skimming the water, pouring out a light melody, which spread out like ripples and flowed straight into people's hearts.
The performance was live-streamed on the Imperial University’s TikTok channel, and many students and passersby joined in to watch the fun:
[Wow, this girl playing the guzheng is the one who went viral online a while ago, right?]
[Even though it became popular, it didn’t start live streaming to sell goods, and its favorability was full]
[Ahhh, this is my goddess! She's a freshman, majoring in Chinese language. She has a super nice personality and speaks very gently!]
[No doubt]
[I can't imagine who can talk about such a fairy and shed tears]
[Is it okay to be so stubborn about gender discrimination? T^T I love you, beautiful sister]
He Xilou sat in the audience and looked at her quietly, silently clenching his fingers.
He saw Song Wenzhou, Ling Ye, the street dancer, the vice president of the student union, and... all kinds of male creatures, they were all looking at Meng Shiyi in the audience.
He Xilou also heard the conversations of many boys around him:
"Fuck, this junior high school girl who plays the guzheng is so pretty, she's definitely my ideal type!"
"My high school classmate is in the same major as her. I'll ask if I can add her on WeChat so we can get to know each other."
"If this happened in high school, it would definitely become my white moonlight."
"Girls like this definitely have no shortage of suitors. We are nothing. Can you please be a little more self-aware?"
He Xilou listened silently and rolled his Adam's apple.
There was a humble emotion growing quietly in his heart, tightly grasping his heart like a vine, and the thorns on the vine were sharp and pointed.
His poetic sister is always so outstanding, always so shining, and always so popular.
He Xilou deeply understood the saying "love will make people feel inferior".
If he was the dirty mud in the shadows, then Meng Shiyi was the first fresh snow that fell beside him, pure white and bright.
He wanted to touch her so badly.
He really wanted her love too much...
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