Chapter 701 The Young Lady and the Repairman (31)

Lan Pigeon returned to the manor and searched around before finding Aunt Fang, who was cleaning the second floor. When she heard Lan Pigeon was looking for Bai Yao’s purple bag, Aunt Fang asked curiously, “Does Miss Bai have a purple bag?”

Bai Yao had a large wardrobe in her room, but it was not enough for her clothes. Bai Yu specially cleaned up a room on the second floor and used it as Bai Yao’s dressing room.

Bai Yao had too many clothes, jewelry, bags, and shoes, and she also preferred colorful things. However, in Aunt Fang’s memory, she seemed to have never seen a purple bag. Of course, it was also possible that she remembered it wrongly. She hurriedly said that she would go look for it and asked Lan Pigeon to wait here.

"Didn't you send Yaoyao to school?"

The sudden voice startled Blue Pigeon. He turned around and saw that it was He Mian.

Blue Pigeon muttered in his heart, is He Mian silent when she walks? It's as if she suddenly appeared.

He Mian asked again: "Why are you the only one who came back?"

Blue Pigeon replied: "Yaoyao suddenly remembered that she forgot to bring a purple bag, so I came back to help her get her things."

He Mian frowned slightly, because he remembered every thing of Bai Yao clearly, and Bai Yao didn't have a purple bag.

He asked: "Where is Yaoyao?"

"She's waiting for me by Ming Lake."

He Mian's expression changed.

Aunt Fang came out of Bai Yao's room, "I didn't see this bag in the young lady's room. It might be in the cloakroom. I'll go look for it."

Lan Pigeon nodded, and then noticed that He Mian's figure was gone again. He had more doubts in his mind. He Mian came and went without a trace. He was really elusive.

The quiet lake was only stirred up by the occasional breeze. These tiny ripples were inconspicuous, but they could break the light of the sunset and bring a sparkling scene.

When He Mian rushed here, he caught a figure sitting by the lake at first sight.

Bai Yao was all wet. She had dressed up carefully for a long time before going out, but now she was dripping with water, looking a bit shabby. She even forgot to put on her shoes. She just sat on the grass with her knees hugged, staring at the lake in a trance.

He Mian approached cautiously, "Yaoyao."

He wanted to get closer, but he only dared to stop three steps away from her.

Bai Yao turned her head to look at him with a smile on her face, "He Mian."

The cold lake water still remained in the corners of her eyes, and the small water droplets on her eyelashes trembled slightly, which was cute and pitiful. Perhaps it was because of the coldness of the lake water that her eyes turned red, her eyes were misty, and her pupils were moist, as if they had caught a burst of smoke and rain.

She stood up from the ground and walked towards him, wanting to hug him, but because she was still wet, she could only stay where she was.

He Mian reached out and pulled her into his arms. The mist successfully soaked into his body and soaked his white T-shirt.

He asked softly: "How did you get yourself into this state?"

Bai Yao said in a relaxed tone, "I was waiting for the blue pigeon to come back here, and I accidentally fell into the water. Fortunately, I can swim, so I got ashore quickly."

He Mian held her hand, "Let's go back and change clothes."

Bai Yao nodded, his voice a little hoarse, "Okay."

The two were not in a hurry, holding hands and walking along the way they came, and the wind seemed to be gentler.

In He Mian's memory, when he was a child, his parents would also take him for a walk. At that time, his father had not yet become addicted to gambling, and his mother still loved him. The three of them were no different from an ordinary family.

Later, his father came home later and later, and stayed out longer and longer. The quarrels between his parents gradually became more and more frequent.

He Mian was too young at that time, and he could not do anything. He could only hide in his room and draw on paper with colored brushes.

His father had not returned for a long time. His mother held He Mian's hand and asked him gently, "Xiao Mian, you want your father to come back, too, right?"

He Mian nodded, "Yes."

"Then let's work together to get Dad back." The woman smiled and touched the top of her child's head. Her loving look was no different from that of any mother in the world.

It was on that day that He Mian was carried to the roof by his mother.

It was a three-story residential building, not too high, but not too low either.

The year he was thrown down from the roof by his mother, he had just turned six.

The neighbors quickly sent He Mian to the hospital. Even with the cushion of the grass, as a child, he was still seriously injured. In the operating room, he hovered on the edge of life and death several times.

The father did come back, and he slapped the woman in the face, "You are crazy!"

But the woman was happy, because her husband finally came back, and she was the winner.

After He Mian returned home from the hospital, his father was back in the house, and his mother regained her former gentleness and kindness. She bought him a lot of new clothes and cooked a lot of his favorite meals.

They also began to renovate their home, and everything was going in a good direction.

The six-year-old child still had a plaster cast on his arm and scars on his little face. Of course, he was in pain, but he suddenly didn't feel uncomfortable anymore. His father and mother were back, and he was still the happiest child.

However, after his injuries were completely healed, his father couldn't bear it anymore and had the urge to go out again.

That day, Hemian hid in his room and heard his parents quarreling until midnight. Then, there was a "bang" and the sound of something heavy falling to the ground.

Then, his mother's voice of crying and laughing rang out crazily.

He quietly walked out of the room and came to the master bedroom. Through the small crack in the door, he saw his father lying in a pool of blood with his hands on his neck, and his mother holding a knife in her hand, covered in blood.

His father's body was buried in the wall of the bedroom. Soon after, mold spots appeared on the wall that could not be wiped clean.

His mother told him, "Your father has left us again. He doesn't want us anymore. Xiao Mian, from now on, mommy only has you. You must not leave mommy."

He said, "Mom, daddy is not gone."

His mother slapped him and said, "He's gone!"

His father was "gone". His mother had said this so many times that it seemed as if she believed it herself.

But staring at the moldy wall in a daze has become a habit of his mother.

When she was staring at the wall, He Mian was also staring at the corner.

He was still young and didn't understand why his mother said his father was gone. His father had clearly been standing in that corner, but his body was covered in blood and the hole on his neck could not be healed.