Chu Xi no longer cared about Chu Wenjie who was in a desperate state and was in a state of neither life nor death. He staggered a little, but tried his best to control his emotions which were a little out of control at the moment. He then stood up and walked over, and told Song Yushu to keep an eye on Chu Wenjie over there for the time being. He would be out for a while and would be back soon.

After Chu Xi left, Song Yushu glanced at Chu Wenjie lying on the ground, curled his lips, and said with a smile.

"Chu Wenjie, Chu Wenjie, you are a bad person, but why is your father so bad too? My eldest son is such a simple and kind-hearted poor boy, but you have made him into a state where he cannot go home and has to wander around all day long by himself. It is so pitiful."

Song Yushu stopped talking, and then seemed to have thought of something, and changed his words: "Oh, I'm wrong, that's not his house. You evil people, how can you be considered human beings! If the boss hadn't specifically told me not to touch you for the time being, I would have given you a good beating to vent my anger!"

he——tui!

This is a piece of shit, it deserves death!

Chu Xi went straight to Chu Gaoming's home. At this time, Chu Gaoming should be at home drinking wine, eating peanuts, and watching TV leisurely.

Sure enough, when Chu Xi knocked on the door, a cursing voice came from inside. The voice was vague, and it seemed that the person was holding something in his mouth.

"Chu Wenjie, you little bastard, you didn't bring your house key! I'm going to beat you to death!"

After a series of crackling sounds inside, the sound of slippers could be heard in the corridor.

This is really ironic.

During the years that Chu Xi stayed at Chu Gaoming's house, Chu Gaoming never gave Chu Xi a key to the house, and he was always on guard against him.

Not only that, every time Chu Xi knocked on the door, he was greeted with even more unpleasant insults from Chu Gaoming. He only spoke eloquently to Chu Wenjie, but when it came to Chu Xi, he showed no mercy at all, and in addition to scolding, he also beat him.

After Chu Gaoming opened the door from the inside, he found that the person standing at the door was not his son Chu Wenjie, but Chu Xi, the burden.

"Why are you here? What are you doing here?"

Chu Gaoming's original expression was frozen on his face, and at this moment there was even a hint of impatience in his expression.

Chu Xi stood at the door, tall and thin, with his back to the lights in the corridor, his expression unclear.

"Second Uncle, I want to ask you a question." Chu Xi did not answer him, but just spoke his own words very calmly.

"Why are you doing so much trouble? I tell you, I have no money and I will never give you any money, so just forget it. If you are really bored, just go to the Lin family and ask for some money. The Lin family is big and powerful, so they definitely don't need that little money."

Chu Gaoming didn't listen to what Chu Xi said at all. He just talked about money all the time and even wanted to get rid of Chu Xi.

He didn't care whether Chu Xi had a place to live or not. With one less person to feed, the family could save a lot of expenses.

Chu Xi is so old now and can take care of himself. He has done his best by raising him.

Having said that, he planned to close the door without paying any attention to Chu Xi who was standing at the door.

Seeing this, Chu Xi held the door with one hand, and then asked again: "Second Uncle, I was almost hit by a car that year. Was it really you who planned everything?"

When Chu Gaoming heard this, his expression changed immediately.

"What nonsense are you talking about? How could I possibly do such a thing? Chu Xi, you are such an ungrateful person. Have you forgotten who was hospitalized for saving you and almost died? It was me, your second uncle, who brought you back!"

When Chu Gaoming said this, his face was filled with a vicious and gloomy aura, even a little hysterical.

Chu Xi didn't react. He just looked at Chu Gaoming calmly and said in a calm voice, "Chu Wenjie said so."

Hearing this, Chu Gaoming panicked.

"Wenjie? Wenjie! What did you do to Wenjie?"

"Dead."

"Chu Xi, are you sick? What did you do to Wen Jie? If you dare to touch him, I won't let you go!"

Chu Xi sneered.

“So, was it really you who planned and directed that incident?” When Chu Xi said this, although his voice was extremely steady, there was still a slight tremor in his voice.

"So what! Who do you think you are? Do you have anything to do with our family? If it weren't for the fact that the Lin family would give me money from time to time, do you think I would want to control you? Do you think you are still that little master? Don't be childish. Just because the Lin family doesn't want you, do you think our family wants you?"

This time Chu Xi brought up Chu Wenjie, which really pissed off Chu Gaoming. If it were the same as in the past, he would definitely not have exposed this matter, but now the Lin family no longer wants to give Chu Xi money, so he can't get the money, so it doesn't matter whether Chu Xi knows it or not.

He didn't believe that Chu Xi, who had nothing, could come up with something great.

Oh, him?

After hearing Chu Gaoming's words, Chu Xi staggered visibly, but then quickly stabilized. When he looked back again, he seemed like a different person.

"Chu Gaoming, remember what you said today."

"You can't leave. Where's Wenjie? You ungrateful bastard, let Wenjie go!"

Chu Gaoming said this and wanted to pull Chu Xi.

"I told you he's dead."

Chu Xi left without looking back.

From behind came the sound of Chu Gaoming cursing.

"Chu Xi, you are sick. You are just like your murderous father, you are both mentally ill!"

In fact, after the incident was exposed, Chu Xi was not as sad as he had imagined. Chu Gaoming's family had always treated him badly, and he had never had any feelings for them. The innocence of his childhood had long been washed away by the cruelty of life.

He just had some blood ties with his second uncle because of the time Chu Gaoming risked his life to save him. Now it seems that he was just too stupid.

I called Song Yushu and asked him to release the man.

He had now made peace with their family for the temporary favor they had shown him during his childhood, but he would not let this matter go so easily.

This matter has come to an end.

The weather is getting cooler.

It was already night, and the street lights had already been switched on.

Chu Xi put his hands in his pockets and stood under a street light. The yellow light illuminated his figure, making him look even taller. He raised his head and exhaled, and a cloud of smoke swirled in the air, which soon disappeared.

The world is so big, but there is no place for him.

Chu Xi didn't know why, but he felt an unprecedented loneliness entangling him. His mind was in a mess, but paradoxically he felt extremely calm.

He thought of his childhood. Although his family was not harmonious at that time, at least he still had a home and those two people were still by his side. It was a pity that now, they had all left him without any lingering memories and would not think of him at all. They had abandoned him so early.

Chu Xi sneered, laughing at himself for having been treated so badly since he was a child. Just as Chu Gaoming said, no one needed him.

My eyes feel a little sore and my heart feels depressed.

But the night was so cold that he had no energy to be sad.

Suddenly, a figure flashed through his mind. Chu Xi was stunned for a moment, then chuckled, took out his cell phone from his pocket, and dialed a number familiarly.

After a few calls, the call was connected.

"Hello, who are you?"

The familiar female voice, with a hint of alienation, was extremely pleasant to the ear.

"I want to find my girlfriend. Can you ask her if she is there?" Chu Xi said seriously.

"Chu Xi?!" Mu Ci exclaimed in surprise when he heard the voice.

Although she had given Chu Xi her phone number before, and they bumped into each other by accident later, she never knew the other person's phone number, and Chu Xi almost never called her. She was about to hang up when she saw the unfamiliar number just now, but somehow the call was connected.

"Yes, it's me."

Listening to the lively words coming from the other end of the phone, Chu Xi smiled softly.

"Why are you calling me so late at night?" Mu Ci replied unhappily.

"I want to call you and hear you speak." Chu Xi said again.

His voice was pleasant to the first place, but with a hint of hoarseness due to the coolness of the night. Now, when it reached Mu Ci's ears through the phone, it was an extremely pleasant voice.

It's the kind of sound that makes the ears pregnant.

Mu Ci, who was always as steady as a rock, couldn't help but blush when he heard the voice and these words.

"Chu Xi, do you have cat cookies? Why are you talking nonsense so late at night? If you have nothing to say, I'm hanging up!"

The tone of voice is as if you are about to hang up.

Then another sentence came from the other end of the phone that made Mu Ci stunned.

"It's true that I want to call you, and it's also true that I want to hear you talk. Of course...what I want more is to see you, Mu Ci, I want to see you right now, can you come over to see me?"

This time, his words were very soft, so soft that a hint of pleading could be heard almost clearly, and there was a hint of sadness in his voice.

There was something wrong with Chu Xi tonight.

Mu Ci stopped talking about rejecting. She sat on the bed, holding her phone and listening to the voice. She was stunned for a long time, which was rare.

She didn't say anything, and the person on the other end of the phone just waited for her quietly.

After a long time, she heard herself say one word with a slightly hoarse voice: "Okay."

Then the person on the other end of the phone seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. Mu Ci heard him chuckle softly, and then said, "I'll wait for you under the night bridge. It's cold at night, remember to put on a thick coat before going out."

Having said that, I finally hung up the phone.

When Mu Ci took a taxi and arrived at the Night Bridge, she saw Chu Xi sitting by the bridge by the river from a distance.

The bridge looks very beautiful at night, with brilliant lights and extremely bright.

Although the river water not far ahead was shimmering under the light, it still looked a little dim, which made people feel depressed.

Chu Xi was sitting in an open space under the bridge at night. This open space was different from the bridge, it was dark and gloomy. He had his back to Mu Ci, staring at the pitch-black river in front of him that seemed to have no end.

Looking from a distance, the figure looks extremely thin.

Mu Ci walked slowly over to Chu Xi, then gently put the black coat in his hand on him and sat down beside him.

This is a boyfriend-style jacket that Mu Ci bought before. The style is very casual and very loose. When worn on Chu Xi, he looks very handsome.

Chu Xi turned his head and looked over, his eyes staring straight at Mu Ci.

His face, which usually appears nonchalant, is now full of seriousness.

He said, "Thank you."

Thank you for your concern at this moment, and thank you for coming here tonight.

Chu Xi put on his clothes, then picked up a firework stick beside him and lit it.

The open space soon lit up.

The firework sticks made no sound, they just quietly released gorgeous silver fireworks. The scene was like silent beauty, yet there was a hint of loneliness.

Mu Ci sat beside him, looking at him quietly with his chin in his hand.

After Chu Xi finished lighting up all the cigarettes one by one, he cleaned them up, clapped his hands, and sat back next to Mu Ci.

He tilted his head to look at Mu Ci with a smile on his face, and asked softly in a rare gentle voice: "Can I hug you?"

Mu Ci had long noticed that something was wrong with Chu Xi tonight. After what happened just now, she was even more certain of it. Seeing that those eyes were full of her, she nodded.

Seeing this, Chu Xi smiled again.

Then he hugged her.

This hug was gentle and urgent, carrying a kind of soft pity and helpless possession.

The author has something to say: When I was writing about Chu Xi, I felt extremely uncomfortable.