Chi Guang

Chapter 131 He said, Xu Chichuan, do you want to wait for me?

At this point in the story, everything became clear, but Wang Xu still noticed something different, even though Xu Chichuan didn't say anything.

For example, the falsified recording, and the sentence Jiang Gong that it won't snow.

But he didn't intend to ask any more. The young man stood up and bowed deeply: "Thank you, Doctor Wang."

"You're welcome," he also stood up, "Actually, I didn't do anything."

Xu Chichuan shook his head: "You have helped me a lot."

The strong wine is bitter in his throat, and those gray and yellow secrets are like a finely woven net. He struggles and suffocates in the net, drowning in pain and at ease in pain.

After understanding the farewell in the words, Wang Xuduo asked, "Are you going to graduate?"

"Public examination."

"That's great, is it our school?"

"Jiang Gong politics and law."

Wang Xu was a little surprised, but it made sense after thinking about it, so he just nodded, and took out a pack of flower and fruit tea from the drawer: "A parting gift, feel free to contact me if you have any questions."

He didn't refuse the kindness, and after thanking Xu Chichuan, he took the bag and walked downstairs quickly. A gust of wind blew his whole body to cool him down. Lan Province was a few degrees norther than Jiang Gong. It was rare that it wasn't hot today, so he decided to go to another place.

Qing University students not only support the school cafeteria, but also support the two huge snack streets at the North Gate and the South Gate. Xu Chichuan walked east to west and walked into an alley, and came to a courtyard. There were a few thin green pine and bamboo trees at the door. It is verdant, with two small golden fish swaying in the pool, a row of fences tied in the corner of the courtyard, and some unknown flowers and plants are planted, a small wooden lacquered plaque hangs on the eaves, with two characters engraved in beautiful official script. Autumn.

Hearing the sound of the door being pushed, the man who was reading a book in the room raised his head. He wore a plain gray robe without any modification, and his half-length black hair was tied behind his head into a neat bun. The person walking out of the ancient painting: "Come?"

Xu Chichuan bowed slightly: "Teacher Qiu."

"Sit down." Zhan Qingqiu put down the book and took out two new cups, "What do you want to drink?"

"It's all right."

"White tea?"

"it is good."

Warming the cup, shaking the incense, pouring water, and making the soup, a set of movements are flowing in the clouds, and the tureen is sunny after the rain, paired with the bright and tender soup color of white tea, just like Zhan Qingqiu. Xu Chichuan also had to admit that compared to Mu Shihai's stunning heroism at first glance or Qu Huai's handsomeness, Zhan Qingqiu is more like a beauty like snow and fog in distant mountains. The cold mist of snow is elusive.

Holding the cup, Xu Chichuan took a sip, and the tea soup entered his throat. A sweet and sweet aroma spread from his throat to his nasal cavity. He hesitated and let out a cry.

"Teacher Qiu."

Zhan Qingqiu raised his head, motioning for him to continue.

"I'm graduating." He didn't know why he came to say goodbye. Although they had known each other for four years, the friendship between the two was just as gentle as water. "Go back to Jiang Gong to study as a graduate student."

Xu Chichuan thought it might be because he didn't know many people in this city, except for Qu Huai, there was only one Zhan Qingqiu.

Unexpectedly, after hearing this, Zhan Qingqiu suddenly stood up and went up to the second floor: "Wait a minute."

Then came down and took an exquisite and transparent object in his hand, Xu Chichuan recognized it at a glance, it was a cup designed by Zhan Qingqiu himself: "Take it."

"No, no, no," he was a little surprised, shaking his head and pushing it away, jokingly, the cheapest cup in the store is over a thousand, "It's too expensive."

"You don't like it?" Zhan Qingqiu asked back, "Every time I come, I have to go upstairs to see it."

Now it was Xu Chichuan's turn to misfire. He liked it, after all, this cup had a word that he couldn't refuse, so he finally accepted it: "Thank you."

The mobile phone on the table suddenly turned on, Zhan Qingqiu glanced at the screen, with a flash of disgust on his face, he reached out and hung up, but the other end was obviously unwilling to give up, and he seemed to keep calling if he didn't answer.

The man's face was beyond description. Xu Chichuan knew that the man was coming, so he quickly drank the last sip of tea at the bottom of the cup and turned to leave. Just ten meters away, a black Cayenne stopped at the gate of the courtyard. The man in western trousers hurried into the yard with a gloomy expression.

He withdrew his gaze, and there was something that he couldn't have both, he couldn't ask for more.

The senior year of the law school has always been in turmoil, looking for an internship to write a thesis to pass the law test, but all of these have nothing to do with Xu Chichuan, as the first person in the whole department to pass the law test and write a thesis, in the eyes of others, he is extremely talented A good Xueba is actually just a poor guy with no social life and no family.He looked at his watch, at this point Liu Wu was still soaking in the library, Wu Yiyou and Bai Shuang moved out to live together when they met in their junior year, and now there is no one there, they turned around and went to the commercial street to buy a pack of cigarettes, carrying two packs of tea Wandering around the campus, he found an empty chair and sat down when he came to Minghu Lake, lit a cigarette in front of the lake full of water, he didn’t smoke for a long time, he choked up tears at the first puff, it was too rushing, so he coughed I thought, five years later, I still haven’t made any progress at all.

If I hadn't wandered downstairs of the villa that day, I wouldn't have met Ye Jing, those bloody facts and lies wouldn't have been exposed, and maybe I could have lived a peaceful life under whitewash.

The cigarette lit between his fingers was scattered by the wind. He will always remember the burning anger in Ye Jing's eyes when he looked at him. He rushed up and punched him to the ground, questioning his cowardice and betrayal. There was a recording, a familiar voice, a familiar question, but not a familiar answer.

"That's not what I said," a huge chill enveloped the whole body, "It's not me."

Ye Jing didn't believe it, and grabbed his neckline tightly: "It's not you or someone! Xu Chichuan, can you be a little man!"

"It's really not me," he said incoherently, "No, it was me who spoke, but I didn't say it."

"Stop talking nonsense! I've had someone identify it! It's true!"

"Impossible!" He gritted his teeth, his eyes were bloodshot, "Where is this recording?"

"What do you think!" Ye Jing's eyes were also red, and she said angrily, "Didn't your mother show it to Mu Xingyong and say that you want to sever ties with him!"

Shen Sijing...

Mu Xingyong...

Xu Chichuan covered his head, the sharp dizziness stung every nerve, his vision went black, like falling into the bottomless deep sea, the air in his lungs seemed to be drained, his heart was so painful that it was about to explode and tear apart, Obviously every word can be heard clearly, connected together, it is the truth that I dare not face in this life.

"For the last time, don't lie and answer me honestly. Who started it? Was it him?"

"……Yes."

"Did he force you?"

"……Have."

"Break up with him, promise mom, break up with him, okay?"

"……it is good."

It wasn't like this, it wasn't like this, Xu Chichuan fell to the ground, curled up in pain and twitched non-stop, he opened his mouth trying to take a big breath, a gust of cold wind poured in, and his mouth tasted a bit cold.

Snowing.

There are numerous white salt particles falling from the sky, carrying the unique chill of Xueshuang, floating in white on the hair and clothes, with a kind of desolate beauty, Xu Chichuan was a little dazed, watching a small snowflake fall In the palm of the hand, it disappeared in an instant, leaving only a little wetness.

Until he fainted and was sent to the hospital by Ye Jing, he kept holding the melting snowflake in his hand.

Something must have gone wrong.

Jiang Gong never snowed.

When Ye Jing woke up, Ye Jing was guarding the bedside with a haggard face. Seeing that he woke up, his eyes were full of apologies. When he opened his mouth, there was unspeakable anger in his thick nasal voice. After listening for a long time, Xu Chichuan probably meant that he had been raped People lied to him, and it was his own father who killed Qiandao. He heard himself calmly saying, "Does Mu Shihai know?"

"I know," he saw Ye Jing's face full of unspeakable guilt, "that recording pen...he took it away."

At that moment, Xu Chichuan saw that the sword of Damocles that had been hanging above his head finally fell, killing him perfectly and separating his body.

There is no more.

He finally understood Shen Sijing's sentence "he will never come back in this life", Mu Shihai would not want someone who abandoned him, this well-designed deception finally achieved its goal.

But I don't.

Xu Chichuan huddled tightly, his body fell into uncontrollable convulsions due to the extreme grief and pain, tears crawled all over his face and wet the bedding, the veins on his forehead popped up, his teeth were clenched, and he crushed the grievance and blood swallowing. Apart from despair, he There is nothing left.

"Damn it," Ye Jing squatted on the bedside to wipe away tears, and smashed the glass on the bedside angrily, "It's not a good thing!"

After crying, the two of them faced each other in silence, Xu Chichuan spoke hoarsely, his voice seemed to have been sharply sharpened by a file: "Which country is it?"

"I don't know," Ye Jing gritted his teeth. He has been asking for a long time, but it is clear that Mu Xingyong has been prepared for a long time, and he is determined to stay outside for the rest of his life. Let alone which country he is in, the northern and southern hemispheres don't know, "You Don't worry, I will find it."

Wanting to go home and fight Ye Yanzhen, Ye Jing picked up the smashed mobile phone, walked to the door and suddenly fell back, with sore eyes.

"Before he left, he left a message and asked me to bring it to you."

The gloomy eyes finally had some light, Xu Chichuan turned over and sat up, looking at him with burning eyes, Ye Jing was even more guilty, wishing to whip herself twice: "He said,"

"Xu Chichuan, do you want to wait for me?"

The wind was a little strong, and Xu Chichuan flicked off the fast-breaking cigarette ash. He had quit smoking for a long time, and he was not used to the empty bed at the door, not used to eating with no one, and not used to walking to the first floor to think of it. No one was waiting for him, insomnia and nightmares quickly dragged down his spirit, his grades fell precipitously, and he was a mess in the test. Li Yuzhun hurriedly invited his parents, but he didn't expect it to add fuel to the flames. Facing Shen Sijing's accusation And asked, for the first time, he chose to fight back.

That gentle and gentle boy also learned to be perverse, and lived like a lover.

Facing the son's merciless ridicule and accusations, the last fig leaf was pierced, and the sharp and sharp eyes pierced the woman's heart like a knife, forcing her to flee. The mother and son had a big quarrel in the office As for San, Shen Sijing hadn't realized that the death knell that started this tragedy was that she personally killed all the beauty of warmth and trust between mother and child.

It was at this time that he started smoking cigarettes. He had been bumped into by Lu Miaoyi several times, and he wanted to jump up and beat him up, but in the end he just sighed, and then handed him a good pack of cigarettes, telling him to smoke better ones if he wanted to. , Don't be discovered by the teacher.

It turned out that in the blink of an eye, it was almost five years.

It turned out that he had been waiting for so long.

Lu Miaoyi once questioned the authenticity of the sentence "Will you wait for me?" After all, with Mu Shihai's character of vengeance, he was more inclined to think it was a kind of naive revenge, but Xu Chichuan didn't think so, even if it was true. Just a joke, as long as the time is wasted on him, it will be worth it.

The sky was getting darker, and a few birds in the distance flew towards the woods in the middle of the lake. The white feathers were particularly eye-catching in the night. Xu Xu Chichuan stood up and stood in front of the trash can with a cigarette butt that was about to burn out. After staring at the wrist for a long time, he still pressed it.

At the moment when the flesh was scalding, my heart felt a little relieved. I skillfully pinched the time, threw away the cigarette butt before the burn marks, and turned back to the dormitory.

He knew a long time ago that the pain will not disappear, but it can be superimposed or transferred. Anyway, a lifetime is very long, and he is standing here, neither going forward nor going backward, trapped to death in this piece called Mu Shihai When he comes back, he will break out of his cocoon and become a butterfly, or he will die in a cocoon in this life.