Chapter 74
Cheng Xiangheng was pinned to the ground by several men and tied to Ping An's side. He Li seemed to have encountered some problem and turned to negotiate with the others.
Ping An frowned: "How many people did you bring with you? Why haven't you taken action yet?"
Cheng Xiangheng kissed Ping An on the forehead: "I came here in a hurry and didn't bring anyone with me."
Ping An's eyes widened: "Then..."
"Then it's over, Ping An. We'll probably die together."
Ping An looked at Cheng Xiangheng in disbelief. He looked extremely miserable - he hadn't been this miserable for a long time.
Ping An said awkwardly, "How is your injury?"
"Nothing serious, just a twisted ankle."
Ping An thought of Cheng Xiangheng being buried in the mudslide, and his heart tightened. "Liar."
Cheng Xiangheng suddenly laughed softly: "An An, do you know what I was thinking when I was trapped under the mudslide? I was thinking that I really didn't want to be separated from you. I should have held you and died together. I was afraid that if you forgot me in the future and married another man - especially Wen Zhi and had children, what would happen? I was afraid that I would be so angry that I would crawl out of my grave."
Ping An turned his face away: "I'm just asking about your injury. I don't want to hear you talk nonsense."
A trace of desolation crossed Cheng Xiangheng's face: "Why don't you want to like me? Like me a little more."
Ping An pursed his lips.
The air quieted down.
There was no one else here but the two of them. There was no need to use society's rules to categorize people as superior or inferior. Fate had been fair in tying them up here, giving them a fair chance to talk.
Since Cheng Xiangheng officially stood in front of Ping An eight years later, this was the first time the two of them sat together so calmly.
Neither of them spoke first.
There was no full moon hanging high in the sky outside, only heavy snow pouring down. Cheng Xiangheng sat a little to the side to block the wind and frost blowing towards Ping An.
Ping An felt even more distressed: "You didn't have to come to save me, and you made yourself suffer for nothing."
"How could I just sit there and watch you get kidnapped?"
"You don't have to worry about it."
"How could I not care about you? You are more important than my life." Cheng Xiangheng pulled the corners of his mouth, but found that he couldn't smile at all. "In fact, I have always wanted to say sorry to you. You haven't seen me for eight years, but I thought you hadn't changed. I used those despicable means to keep you."
Ping An clenched his fists: "Then you shouldn't have kept everything from me. You clearly know——"
Her voice was short and a little excited: "You clearly know how I feel about you, but you still hide it from me and don't say anything."
Cheng Xiangheng's eyes were deep. "I stopped you from committing suicide, broke your legs, and put a locator in your teeth. During the eight years I disappeared, I often slept next to you and even stole your underwear to vent my feelings. I've already told you everything I did."
Ping An placed his hand on Cheng Xiangheng's knee: "Anything else?"
Cheng Xiangheng's eyes fell on his knees, and he whispered, "We were climbing a wild mountain in Yunnan. The miasma was very strong at night, and the rescue team couldn't find us for a while. When I woke up, I went to look for you. You had a fever, very hot, and the wound on your stomach was very big."
He seemed to have returned to his emotions at that time, and his words became unusually confused: "I have to get you out."
Cheng Xiangheng had injured his leg in the mud. He was afraid that Ping An might be in trouble, so he searched for him all the way, bleeding all the way.
The rescue team didn't find them, so Cheng Xiangheng simply treated her wounds, then carried Ping An on his back and walked forward step by step. In fact, he didn't know where he would meet the rescue team, nor did he know which way to go to the exit.
Cheng Xiangheng only knew that if he stopped, something might happen to Ping An.
He didn't want anything to happen to her.
Ping An was silent for a long time after hearing this.
Sure enough, Cheng Xiangheng is a big liar.
"How is your injury now?"
Cheng Xiangheng said: "It's gotten much better now. The doctor is very good."
Cheng Xiangheng's voice was filled with a rare hint of genuine pain: "Sister, when will you forgive me? When will you fall in love with me? I feel so miserable."
This was Cheng Xiangheng that Ping An had never seen before. He was standing there quietly without any disguise. His silence reminded her of the young man who once protected her with his thin shoulders.
Ping'an's lips trembled, and the emotions churning in her heart made her unable to say anything cruel.
But she had no way to comfort him, because Wen Zhi was innocent, and Baisui was also innocent.
"Cheng Xiangheng, you have to apologize to me." Ping An suddenly said.
Apologize for his cruel departure eight years ago, and apologize for the innocent death of a hundred years old.
"sorry."
Cheng Xiangheng said, "Wen Zhi's leg is just broken. He had corrective surgery before I saw you last time in the tourist area, and he'll be able to stand and meet you soon. I'm always trying to fix it. If you think I'm not good enough, I'll change it. Don't leave me, okay?"
This cautious "Is it okay?" made Ping'an's heart feel like it was being tightly grasped. Cheng Xiangheng's loneliness, which had lasted since his youth and spanned a long period of time, finally became a shackle welded to him and became a part of him.
At this moment, Ping An truly felt him. It turned out that he had not changed at all. He was still the man who rode the bicycle to carry her forward that year.
Ping An looked back, realizing that all the joys and joys in her dry and dull life were brought to her by Cheng Xiangheng. He and she had long been inseparable; if they left each other, they would both quickly wither and die.
Cheng Xiangheng asked with tears in her eyes, "Sister, are you going to abandon me too?"
Ping An smiled. She had finally waited until Cheng Xiangheng reached this step.
She had been waiting for him to actually walk towards her.
"Will you hurt me if I leave?"
Cheng Xiangheng shook his head with difficulty: "I won't do anything, I won't stop you, I love you, and I love your freedom."
His strange breathing was not obvious, and Ping An subconsciously looked at Cheng Xiangheng.
Through the dim light of the snow, Ping An saw the tears on Cheng Xiangheng's face.
Many years later, Ping An suddenly realized that on that night eight years ago, she thought Cheng Xiangheng was laughing so hard that he couldn't breathe and was so happy that he lost himself in joy, but she didn't expect that he was actually crying.
When she was in so much pain that she didn't know what to do, his face was hidden in the darkness, and he shed tears for her pain.
He pretended to be so heartless that Ping An could not see it at all. He thought he was abandoned in that dark alley filled with the smell of blood, but he didn't know that the young Cheng Xiangheng was also left there and never came out.
The moment Ping An realized this, he felt a mixture of emotions: "You're so good at pretending."
He was so good at acting that she often couldn't see his inner thoughts. But it didn't matter, fortunately they talked it out.
Cheng Xiangheng suddenly stretched out his bloody hand and held Ping An: "Okay, time's up, I'll take you away from here."
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