Chapter 81 Mom, I'm in pain
Chapter 81
Wen Xi helplessly held Yan Jue's wrist. The man leaned over his ear and kissed his sweaty face. "Baby..."
The edge of the man's thin lips was wet and shiny. The bedside lamp illuminated his cold eyebrows and eyes. His pupils were dark. There was an indescribable feeling. After staring at each other for three seconds, he kissed the corner of Wen Xi's red eyes. His voice was slightly hoarse, "Pack up, and sleep longer tonight."
When Yan Jue spoke, his voice was a little muffled, revealing a restrained and suppressed desire for possession, but the atmosphere between them seemed to be burning an endless fire. Wen Xi raised her eyes and looked at the faint dark circles under Yan Jue's cold face, moved her Adam's apple, held the man's strong wrist with bulging veins, raised her body, and rubbed their noses together, as if she was going to kiss him in the next second.
Wen Xi's breath was disordered, but she bit the corner of Yan Jue's lips without hesitation, murmuring: "Yan Jue, come with me... and have a good sleep."
It was very quiet in the Northland cottage. The ambiguous and charming smell woven into an airtight net in the slightly hot and humid air, enveloping the two young bodies who were honest with each other.
The hormones collide silently yet vigorously, wetting the skin and causing friction to increase heat.
The warm towel gently wiped the red legs. Yan Jue lifted the boy's sweaty hair, revealing his quiet sleeping face, and his fingertips slowly stroked Wen Xi's wrist bones.
He leaned over and placed a smoky kiss on the boy's legs.
"good evening."
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Wen Xi reached out and touched the cell phone under the pillow.
[03:26]
Wen Xi turned off his phone, and darkness returned to his vision.
There was a strong heartbeat under his palm. He listened to the gentle breathing beside his ears. He lay quietly for a while, opened his eyes again, lifted the quilt and went to the bathroom.
There was no curtain to cover the bathroom window, so Wen Xi didn't turn on the light and washed his face in the moonlight. When he returned to the room, he opened the curtains, and the silver moonlight illuminated the room.
Yan Jue was sleeping on his side, still hugging Wen Xi.
Wen Xi squatted beside the bed, the cold moonlight made the dark circles under the man's eyes more obvious. Wen Xi placed her cool fingertips, which had been washed with cold water, on Yan Jue's eyes and stroked them gently. Yan Jue seemed to feel something and his eyelashes trembled, but he did not wake up.
During the days when Wenxi had trouble sleeping, Yanjue also had a light sleep and was easily awakened. At midnight, when Wenxi woke up from a nightmare, she opened her eyes to see the man's worried and concerned eyes. Running around for several days also consumed Yanjue's energy. Now, the man who was too worried finally fell into a deep and comfortable sleep.
Wen Xi looked at Yan Jue for a while, leaned over, kissed the man's brow, and whispered in her heart: "Have a good sleep."
Wen Xi twisted the quilt, took his cell phone and tiptoed out the door.
In the remote town, everything follows the routine of hiding during the day and coming out at night, and it is so quiet at night that it seems as if there is no one here.
Wenxi stood at the stairs, looking at the dark end, feeling a little confused. The Chinese medicine didn't seem to work that quickly. Although the burning sensation in Wenxi's throat had subsided a lot, he still coughed when he breathed, as if there was an invisible feather sweeping his throat. As his body's functions increased after waking up, the itching became more obvious.
He coughed silently, went downstairs and found cough medicine and anti-inflammatory medicine on the table in the living room, took them out skillfully, and went to find a cold water bottle. It was empty, and then he looked for a hot water kettle, but there was none.
Wenxi suddenly remembered that most of the subordinates who followed Yanjue were from aristocratic families, and they would not use a thermos kettle on a regular basis, so naturally they did not equip him with one. Wenxi looked down at the empty glass in his hand and the eight small white tablets lying in his palm, clenched his fist and went to the kitchen.
The stainless steel water pipes in the kitchen glowed silently in the night. Some not-so-good memories resurfaced, and Wen Xi turned on the faucet for some unknown reason.
The clear, surging water flows continuously, and the only sound in the quiet room is the splashing water.
"Master Wen." Ah Quan's voice suddenly sounded from behind him, "Do you want some water? I'll boil some for you."
"Need not."
"But drinking cold water might make you uncomfortable," A Quan advised.
Wen Xi took a glass of tap water, put the medicine in his hand in his mouth, took a sip of water, and swallowed it with his head tilted back.
When the cold water went down my throat, the medicine no longer tasted bitter, and something seemed to be disintegrating and breaking down inside my body.
Wenxi blinked slowly and pulled the corners of her mouth. The glass cup made a crisp sound when it hit the marble countertop. Wenxi turned around, looked at Ah Quan who was fully dressed, and said softly: "I'll just take a sip."
"Why did you come down?" Wen Xi asked.
"I'm responsible for the night security." Ah Quan looked at the faint smile on Wen Xi's face, stared at him, and suddenly said, "I'm sorry."
Wen Xi was stunned for a moment, then realized what he was apologizing for. Wen Xi was not someone who could not tell right from wrong. It was hard for him to think of kidnapping Wen Ran in the women's restroom. He shook his head and said, "I don't blame you."
Wen Xi looked sickly, his fair face looked fragile in the moonlight, his half-rolled sleeves revealed his arms full of bandages. Ah Quan thought of the bloody mess under the bandages and the horror of being in a coma for three days. Guilt and self-blame tormented him.
Ah Quan suddenly knelt on his knees and hit the ground hard, making a loud thump in the quiet house. He apologized stubbornly: "It was my fault for not keeping a good lookout. I didn't notice Wen Guoqing's spying in time, so he had the opportunity to get close to you. Mr. Wen Xi, I'm sorry."
The arc at the corner of Wen Xi's lips gradually flattened. The two of them faced each other in silence. After a while, Wen Xi spoke: "Do you want to atone for your sins?"
Ah Quan nodded.
"Come out with me, and I'll forgive you."
Ah Quan was stunned for a moment, "Now? Do I need to inform the gentleman?"
Wen Xi took out his cell phone and checked the time.
[04:25]
Wen Xi closed her phone, looked down at Ah Quan's eyes full of regret and guilt, thought of Ming Yao's instructions, and said, "Let him sleep a little longer. Call someone else."
After getting Wenxi's approval, Ah Quan stood up and went upstairs. Wenxi left a message for Yanjue on his phone, put on the man's coat hanging on the hanger in the living room, and went out.
At 4:30 in the morning, the sky of Yongning Town was slightly white. Wen Xi looked up at the cloudless sky and the eye-catching crescent moon, and suddenly thought of a classic sentence: "Have you seen xxx at four in the morning?"
The streets of Yongning Town were empty at four in the morning, but it should be a good day today.
Ah Quan was puzzled as to why Wenxi went out in the early morning. They followed Wenxi quietly, keeping a safe distance. The boy seemed to be revisiting an old place, or wandering aimlessly, walking farther and farther, and stopped at a store at the end of the main street.
This is the only flower shop in Yongning Town. The proprietress had just received a batch of goods and got up early to sort them. The door of the shop was filled with untrimmed flowers. Wen Xi said something to the proprietress, and she packed a large bouquet of flowers from the house.
When A Quan thought Wen Xi would go back, he continued to walk forward with the bouquet of flowers, getting farther and farther away from the house. A Quan and A Heng looked at each other and followed Wen Xi's footsteps.
The surrounding scenery became increasingly desolate. On both sides of the road were lush, tall trees that covered the sky that was about to brighten, and the air became cold and stagnant. As we went deeper into the woods, there were more graves on the roadside. Ah Quan saw Wen Xi stop in front of a low grave, and his eyes suddenly swelled.
Wen Pi always threatens Wen Xi with his mother's ashes. When he kidnapped him, in order to humiliate Wen Xi, Wen Pi spread the word that the grass on Yan Yili's grave was three meters high.
When Wen Xi listened to those words like "crush your bones and scatter your ashes" and "dig up your mother's grave", his heart was cut open like a knife, and he was powerless and bled for three years.
Now, he finally returned to his hometown and stood in front of his mother's grave after many years.
It was not as desolate as the evil people said. Yan Yili's grave looked like it had been constantly trimmed and was covered with a layer of vibrant green grass. Only some overgrown weeds popped out irregularly at the corners of the mound.
The wild weeds that grew native to the countryside had strong roots, and Wenxi had to use a lot of strength to pull them out one by one.
Wen Xi stood in front of Yan Yili's grave and placed the white rose in his hand in front of his mother's tombstone. He looked at Yan Yili's gentle smile on the tombstone and knelt down on his knees.
"Mother."
"Feel sorry--"
"It's so late... and I'm bothering you so early."
He should tell his mother about his recent situation, saying that he won a big prize, caught most of the bad guys, and bought back the house. His luck is not particularly bad, he has achieved academic success, and he is dating a very good girlfriend.
However, he should also apologize to his mother, saying that he was a cowardly child who did not dare to come back to see her for so long; saying that he was an incompetent brother who caused Wen Ran to be lost and has not been found until now.
He had rehearsed thousands of words on the road, but when he knelt in front of the grave, he couldn't say anything, whether it was to announce good news or bad news. He tried his best to control his emotions, but when his eyes met Yan Yili's kind and gentle eyebrows, Wen Xi's nose couldn't help but feel sour, his throat was blocked, and he couldn't make a sound when he opened his mouth.
Wen Xi's thin body knelt silently in front of the tombstone, like a machine with a bug and a blank program that could no longer run.
There was a light layer of dust on the photo of Yan Yili. Wen Xi reached out to wipe it, but saw the bleeding nail crevices caused by the weed stems. He was stunned. The originally slight pain suddenly became stronger after receiving attention, and his fingertips and bases were throbbing with pain.
Wen Xi stared blankly at the fingertips in such a terrible state, and his thoughts returned to that rainy night when it seemed that the rain would never stop. He drooped his eyelids, rolled up his sleeves to hide his fingers, and then gently wiped the tombstone with the corner of his clothes.
Wen Xi slowed down his movements, and finally stopped suddenly, lowered his neck, and tears flowed silently down his cheeks, falling to the ground in big drops.
"Mother……"
His vision was blurred and distorted, leaving only mottled blocks of color on his retina. The grievance completely knocked Wen Xi down.
He was crying and sobbing, and said, "Mom...my hand hurts a little."
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06:01
Yan Jue felt a chill on his chest while he was sleeping. He instinctively reached out to hug Wen Xi, but his hands reached out empty. Yan Jue was suddenly awakened from his dream.
He was the only one on the bed. Wenxi's half of the mattress was cold. The bed curtains were opened at some point. The white sky illuminated everything in the room. Wenxi's pajamas were folded at the foot of the bed. The room was silent.
Yan Jue called out to Wen Xi, but no one responded. He did not panic and went out the stairs where he ran into the bodyguard who came up following the sound.
"Where's Wenxi?"
Yan Jue's voice could not conceal the nervousness. The bodyguard was a little surprised, but he still dutifully reported Wen Xi's whereabouts.
"At 4:30 in the morning, Master Wen went to the cemetery with Ah Quan and Ah Heng."
Yan Jue's fingers, which were tightly gripping the stair railing, loosened upon hearing this. His pale fingertips slowly regained their color. He lowered his eyelids, nodded, and said, "I understand."
Yan Jue returned to the room and found his mobile phone. The lock screen lit up, and the first thing that caught his eye was the eye-catching [06:05]. Looking down, he saw a message from Wen Xi.
[The Stream Becomes the Sea]: Brother, I'm going out for a walk.
[Stream Becomes the Sea]: Be back soon.
The message was left at 4:25 in the morning, which is exactly one hour and forty minutes from now.
Yan Jue clenched his fists, his throat rolled violently, his joints creaked from exerting too much force, his fingertips pinched his palms in pain, and he barely regained his sanity.
06:25
Yan Jue came to the cemetery under the guidance of the bodyguard.
When he found Wenxi, it was already dawn in Yongning Town.
Wen Xi was wearing a large coat that did not belong to him, and was leaning against the tombstone with a bunch of white roses in his arms, falling asleep.
The boy curled up his body with his hands and feet, and snuggled up to the tombstone as much as possible. That was the curled-up posture that only babies in their mother's womb would have when they felt safe.
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