Chapter 57 She also wanted to hold an umbrella for him
The air around them seemed to freeze, the atmosphere became extremely tense and oppressive, and the servants nearby didn't even dare to make a sound.
After saying that, the middle-aged man straightened his suit jacket and walked out with a sullen face.
The servants did not dare to disturb them without permission and were asked to leave by the housekeeper.
For a moment, the whole villa fell into an eerie silence.
He Xilou was still sunken into the sofa like a boneless person. He raised his eyes slightly, looked coldly at this territory that did not belong to him, and sneered.
Yes, if you don’t like him, why give birth to him?
There was a heavy silence all around, and suddenly there was a burst of applause.
“It’s wonderful.”
He Xilou raised his head following the sound and walked up the winding staircase.
The young man with silver hair was standing on the second floor, clapping his hands and looking at him with a chuckle and a playful expression.
He Cheng: "My 'good brother', today is the fourteenth anniversary of your mother's death. Why don't we go to the cemetery together to see her?"
There was no emotion in He Xilou's eyes, but a hint of sarcasm, as if he was looking at a clown.
Seeing that he didn't reply, He Cheng smiled even more deeply and said to himself:
"Yes, since she hates you so much, she would hate you to visit her, right?"
He continued, "Did you see the envelope on the coffee table? It's a gift for you, surprise~"
He Xilou's eyes fell on the envelope on the table, and he sneered, probably guessing what the contents were.
He ripped the seal open casually.
The letter paper had yellowed with age, and was old and worn. The handwriting was ugly and twisted, but it was not difficult to tell that it came from his biological mother:
[He Xilou, you were born a disgrace! I hate you, I wish I could strangle you to death with my own hands, why don't you just die?]
[I curse you, I curse you to die a miserable death, I curse you to go to hell!]
She hated him so much that she wanted to kill him with her own hands, and there had never been any so-called "mother-son relationship" between them.
He Cheng curled his lips, his hands lazily resting on the railing, his eyes revealing a malicious smile:
"I found this with great difficulty. How about it, do you like it, brother?"
He tried to find some other emotion on He Xilou's face, but the result disappointed him greatly.
He Xilou showed no emotion at all, his eyes were like dry wells without any emotion, and his fingertips casually held the envelope, as if he was looking at something that had nothing to do with him, making it impossible to guess or understand.
He took out a metal lighter from his pocket with one hand, and with a "click", a cluster of blue flames jumped up.
When the flames approached the letter paper, they licked it wantonly, greedily devouring the words inch by inch.
The letter paper burned until it turned black, curled up, and curled up, until it was devoured and disappeared, turning into a wisp of green smoke and ashes...
He Xilou lowered his eyes and glanced at the debris on the ground, with unfathomable emotions in his eyes.
ridiculous.
He has never received love from anyone since he was born, so naturally he doesn't care about it now.
He Xilou took back the lighter and slowly raised his eyes to look at He Cheng, his expression full of sarcasm.
Those sharp phoenix eyes were slightly narrowed, with a desolate and cold look in his eyes. He was like an emotionless, cold-blooded poisonous snake, staring at his prey, ready to strike.
You never know when it will suddenly bite its prey's neck hard and kill it silently.
He Cheng subconsciously tightened his fingertips, and his neck suddenly felt cold, and a bad premonition surged...
In the evening, the rain became heavier.
The dripping rain formed a hazy curtain, then fell to the ground, creating ripples.
Meng Shiyi held a transparent umbrella in one hand and carried a few exquisite packaging bags in the other, and walked to the bottom of the boys' dormitory:
"Brother Shijie, this is the small bread I made. Everyone in your dormitory will have one. Remember to eat it while it's fresh~"
“Wow!”
Lu Shijie opened his eyes wide, took it excitedly, and said tearfully, "Thank you for the gift, sister! It's so touching! This is the first time a girl has given me bread. Don't worry, I will definitely eat it all..."
Meng Shiyi asked, "Are they all in the dormitory?"
Lu Shijie thought for a moment and said, "You know your brother is in a meeting. Jiang Yue is in the dormitory, but as for He Xilou... he's not feeling well."
"What happened to him?"
Lu Shijie shrugged and spread his hands helplessly: "I don't know either. He was very depressed when he went back to the dormitory to pack his things. Later, when I went out, I found him sitting alone in the rain."
"Why are you sitting alone in the rain?" Meng Shiyi's eyes were filled with confusion and worry. She said softly, "Then I'll go give it to him myself..."
"No."
Lu Shijie restrained his usual smiling expression and said seriously: "Sister Shiyi, you'd better not go. He's in a bad mood right now. Even my persuasion is useless, let alone you going."
"But he's been in the rain all the time, he's bound to catch a cold and get sick..."
Meng Shiyi couldn't hide the worry in her eyes. She bit her lip and spoke in a muffled voice. Finally, she made up her mind and ran directly in the direction that Lu Shijie pointed.
The campus of Imperial University covers a large area. According to Lu Shijie, there is probably a small path behind the farthest Zhixue Building where almost no students go.
As autumn deepens, the wind at night is chilly.
Meng Shiyi walked in the rain with an umbrella. After walking for more than ten minutes and looking around aimlessly for a long time, she finally stopped behind a tree.
The surroundings were quiet and dim. He Xilou sat on a chair by the lawn with his back to her, half leaning lazily on the back of the chair, as if he was... enjoying himself.
The rain hit him mercilessly, sliding down his hair and soaking his thin clothes.
Just by looking at the back, you can feel a strong sense of coldness and loneliness, a sense of isolation and alienation, and no vitality at all.
He Xilou seemed to be enveloped and swallowed by a dark shadow, looking particularly decadent.
What on earth had he been through?
Meng Shiyi wanted to go over and comfort him, but she stopped and didn't dare to move forward or comfort him for a moment.
When someone like He Xilou is feeling down, will he resist the comfort and companionship of others? Will he just want to be alone and hate others getting close to him?
But He Xilou had helped her so many times before, she really couldn't turn a blind eye.
Meng Shiyi suddenly recalled her previous experience of camping in the mountains.
After she rolled down the mountain, she walked helplessly in the heavy rain, her whole body was soaked and her knees were bruised.
He Xilou appeared behind her without any warning. He not only put her coat on with his own hands, but also tilted the umbrella towards her, letting her lean into his arms.
It was as if the whole world had lost its color and turned into a dull black and white, and at this moment, a single brilliant color appeared, making people want to get closer and touch it.
She also wanted to take the initiative to hold an umbrella for He Xilou...
Meng Shiyi pursed her lips, approached cautiously, and stepped on the lawn, making a slight sound.
Haven't taken a few steps yet.
He Xilou immediately spoke up with a cold voice: "Get lost."
It was like a sharp, cold arrow flew over and pierced the vital point.
Meng Shiyi's heart trembled and she couldn't help but tighten her grip on the umbrella handle.
The courage I had finally mustered disappeared in an instant and I dared not move forward anymore.
He Xilou seemed to sense something was wrong. He tilted his head slightly, his cold gaze slowly falling on her. He paused for two seconds, then spoke in a slower tone:
"So it's you..."
I noticed the loss of defensiveness and resistance in his tone.
Only then did Meng Shiyi dare to move forward and silently held the transparent umbrella over his head.
The rain became heavier, hitting the umbrella with a crackling sound.
He Xilou's profile was smooth and neat, his eyes dark and deep, staring at her quietly, without any emotion, he asked:
"What do you want from me?"
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