Chapter 603: Heavy snow buried his entire childhood
During the fifth class, Meng Xichao clearly felt that Su Yao seemed very tired. He wanted Su Yao to sleep for a while, but Su Yao said she couldn't sleep and asked Meng Xichao not to worry. She also talked a lot with Meng Xichao about Luo Zhenxuan.
Meng Xichao could see that Su Yao loved her little son very much.
That little kid named Luo Zhenxuan.
He is so useless that he can't even protect his own mother.
Although he had no right to say that, after all, he did not protect his mother well.
In the sixth class, Su Yao became distracted. Sometimes she would finish a sentence and then forget what to say next.
If someone else did this, Meng Xichao would definitely get disgusted and drive that person away.
But because it was Teacher Su Yao, he felt that he could accept it, and he felt sorry for this sick good teacher from the bottom of his heart.
Although Su Yao's condition was getting worse, she and Meng Xichao still conceived many of the characteristics and abilities that a god should have, enriching the kind of god Meng Xichao wanted.
Just as Su Yao told him.
Thoughts are free.
No matter how unorthodox Meng Xichao's words were, Su Yao could always think of a perfect and moderate way to optimize them.
"Teacher Su Yao, you are my favorite tutor." Meng Xi looked at Su Yao's tired face and said seriously what she didn't often reveal to others: "I want to introduce you to my childhood sweetheart, she will definitely like you very much.
If...she knew what love was."
"Thank you." Su Yao gently stroked Meng Xichao's head: "You are also my favorite student."
"Goodbye, Teacher Su Yao." Meng Xichao smiled and began to look forward to the next class.
Soon it was the seventh class. This time, Su Yao looked much more haggard than before. The delicate makeup on her face could not hide the tired purple color under her eyes.
"Teacher Su Yao, you still can't sleep?" Meng Xichao looked at her worriedly.
"Yeah, I can't sleep..." Su Yao pursed her lips: "Xi Chao, this may be the last lesson I give you. After that, I won't be able to go out. The doctor said I'm too weak."
"Teacher Su Yao..." Meng Xi stretched out her hand and hugged someone for the first time without any interests or purposes: "I hope you can get better, I hope you can have a good sleep.
I hope you can be like a cat, sleeping from the first light of night until sunset, sleeping until your stomach growls, and waking up to find your quilt is so soft and your pillow smells so good."
"That sounds so happy..." Su Yao's eyes moved slightly and she hugged him back: "I will work hard. I plan to study psychology and mindfulness meditation on my own while I am recuperating at home.
Let's chat before class today. Can the teacher tell you a story? "Su Yao said softly: "The name of this story is "The Happy Prince". A long time ago, there was a city, and the statue of the Happy Prince stood in the center of the city..."
Meng Xichao had known this fairy tale written by Wilde a long time ago.
But that day he still listened very carefully and seriously.
Teacher Su Yao's voice is gentle and warm, and her tone is pleasant.
Even after finishing the story, Meng Xichao was still thinking that when Teacher Su Yao came back to be his teacher, they would continue their plan to create a god together.
This plan still has many imperfections.
"If I really beat the disease and if I can get a good night's sleep, I will tell you the first time.
Wait for good news from the teacher, okay?"
After class that day, before Su Yao left, she took the initiative to extend her little finger and made a pinky promise with Meng Xi.
"Yeah!" Meng Xi nodded vigorously. He would wait for Teacher Su Yao to come back.
Later, Su Yao died.
When he heard the news, he felt that summer was terribly cold, as if a heavy snow had suddenly fallen, drowning his entire childhood.
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The car stopped in front of the villa, and the door was opened. Meng Xichao came back to his senses and looked at the person standing on the steps of the villa. He curled his lips and said, "Zhihua, why don't you go in and rest when it's snowing? Are you waiting for me?"
"Why not?" Meng Zhihuan crossed her arms and shook her head helplessly, "Where did you go so quietly in the middle of the night?"
"Let's go see a play." Meng Xichao smiled as he got out of the car and walked towards Meng Zhihuan: "What about you? What are you busy with tonight?"
"You still have the nerve to ask me! You ran away halfway through the work, and I've been cleaning up your mess! You bastard!" Meng Zhihuan was furious, and punched Meng Xichao on the back with her fist.
"Hiss..." Meng Xichao took a breath of cold air: "Hit me again! Kong Zhishan would never hit Kong Zhian!"
"I'm telling you one last time! Kong Zhian would never try to trick Kong Zhishan like this!" Meng Zhihuan clenched her fists and gritted her teeth, "I really should send you to the North Pole too! To keep that lunatic Kong Yizhuo company!"
"Wow! What hatred and resentment! Am I still your biological brother?" Meng Xichao protested: "Kong Yizhuo is a lunatic! Only a fool would want to be with him!"
He couldn't understand how Kong Xiyan had managed to resist the urge to beat that guy to death for so many years.
It’s such a rip-off!
He just made a request for cooperation, but the guy kept cheating him, which made him furious.
Fortunately, he was lucky, otherwise he would have been killed by that scoundrel long ago.
"How dare you talk nonsense? Go to work!" Meng Zhihuan pushed Meng Xichao to go to work.
As soon as the door was closed, the snow outside began to fall heavier and heavier, and the temperature dropped rapidly overnight.
At the same time, Kong Xiyan looked at the snowflakes falling outside the window and drank the hot drink in the cup: "The white expanse is so clean!"
"What are you sighing about?" Luo Zhenxuan sat down beside her with a hot drink in his hand.
"Your cheap dad has been released on bail. Who do you think did this?"
"It doesn't matter who did it. I've collected a lot of evidence. He should have disappeared from this world long ago."
"What did the old man say?" Kong Xiyan turned to look at him.
"Grandpa..." Luo Zhenxuan's eyes darkened slightly. If it weren't for the Luo family master, he would have made sure Luo Qingchen was dead without a burial place. "Grandpa has completely given up on him and won't care about him anymore."
When Luo Qingchen came to make trouble today, he was going to go down and deal with it personally, but the head of the Luo family stopped him.
The head of the Luo family claimed that he wanted to make a final break and say goodbye to Luo Qingchen.
He could see that Patriarch Luo was serious, so he did not stop him, but just sent people to follow him in order to protect Patriarch Luo's safety as soon as possible.
"That's good." Kong Xiyan picked up her cup and clinked it with Luo Zhenxuan's: "Tomorrow is a new beginning. I wish you happiness every day."
"Thank you." Luo Zhenxuan curled the corners of his lips: "I wish you have a boyfriend who is happy every day."
"Thank you so much." Kong Xiyan rolled her eyes at him amusedly and took a sip of her hot drink. "This snow will probably last all night."
"Yeah." Luo Zhenxuan responded, looking at the snowy night outside the window, enjoying the moment of peace.
The next day, Luo Zhenxuan received the news of the death of Luo Qingchen and Du Qing.
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