On a midsummer night, cicadas chirp endlessly in the community. Although there is no night breeze, it does not feel hot. People come and go in the garden of the community to enjoy their summer snacks.
Zhao Guangyuan stood in the half-light and shadow, looking at Lin Zhaoxia: "Miss Lin thinks that Yuan can be a great treasure, but can he be a wise king?"
His face was calm and composed, but the hands behind his back were tightly clenched.
Lin Zhaoxia looked back at him: "If you want, you can achieve this wish."
Zhao Guangyuan's heart was agitated, and his heart was filled with waves. She understood him. She understands him! She didn't think he was daydreaming.
Zhao Guangyuan's eyes were warm and he did not dare to look at her.
He quickly turned away from the neon lights and looked ahead, his eyes extremely determined: "Yuan Xiang!"
Yuan wants to sit in that position! Yuan wants to inherit the prince's brother's ambition and be a wise and wise king!
Good boy, ambitious! The two words "simple" made Lin Zhaoxia look sideways.
Oh my god, she actually sided with a down-and-out prince who wanted to seize the throne! It's still a thousand years.
Who would believe it!
"The road to the throne is a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. You must at least live." Don't die. It's rare to meet someone across a thousand years.
It would be a shame to die.
"Yes. Yuan Ding will remember Miss Lin's words and live well."
Lin Zhaoxia turned to look at him, feeling that he was acting strange today. But I don’t care either. "Changzhi, come home!" He shouted at Changzhi who was having a great time.
He reluctantly waved goodbye to his friends and looked back three times.
Lin Zhaoxia couldn't laugh or cry, "Is it so fun?"
His eyes shone brightly, and he nodded like crazy: "It's fun! Mom, I have friends here too. They even told me which building they live in and asked me to go and play with them!"
"It's great that we have friends now! Did you have fun?"
"Happy!" He held Lin Zhaoxia's hand and shook it.
Lin Zhaoxia smiled and touched his little head, "Then come and play with them next time."
Seeing him in such a state, Zhao Guangyuan wanted to scold him, but he thought about it and held it back.
Looking at the two of them, he always felt that something happened in the past few days that he didn't know about. He always felt that the two of them were much closer. Why? You can't call her mother just because she's tall, right?
The three of them returned to Lin Zhaoxia's house, watched TV for a while, chatted for a while, then washed up and prepared to rest.
Because he was going back with Zhao Guangyuan tomorrow, Lin Zhaoxia packed a bunch of things for him and prepared for him to take them back to the Lin family. By the time I finished packing, I had already fallen asleep on the bed.
Lin Zhaoxia tucked him in and prepared to take a look at her phone before going to bed.
As a result, when she took it over and took a look, there were dozens of unread messages on WeChat! I quickly opened it, and when I saw it, I was dumbfounded.
When did that guy Zhao Guangyuan send her a WeChat message?
When I look closely, I'm stupid again.
"Today, Chinese Valentine's Day, do you have a loved one with you?" Why did this guy ask her if she had a loved one with her?
"Yuan always feels lonely. I don't know why I have to live..."
"...If Yuan's ambition is not fulfilled and he dies with regrets, will you remember Yuan..."
…
Lin Zhaoxia was stunned.
Didn't he write it today? Did he treat her as someone to confide in and tell her word for word before going to bed these days? There is voice and text, and it is still the text here. I don’t know how long I have been typing.
It turns out that he was not only exiled, but was simply a prince imprisoned in the imperial mausoleum. His maternal ancestors' family was wiped out, and no one from the prince's brother's family was left alive. His biological mother gave her life in exchange for his life...
Is that why he feels lonely and can't find the meaning of life?
Was his situation so difficult?
Lin Zhaoxia looked through the words absently, as if she could see his weeping and suppressed heart, the soul with nowhere to rest, stumbling in the fog shrouded in darkness, unable to find the exit, knocking his head until his head was bleeding, thinking Die but can't...
Lin Zhaoxia's heart suddenly clenched.
So he's been forcing a smile? Carefully hiding that broken heart?
Zhao Guangyuan in the other room was lying on a familiar little bed, looking around with the corners of his mouth slightly raised. The room was small, and so was the bed. He was very cautious even when he stretched out his legs, but he felt at ease here.
He took the phone and wanted to say good night to her as usual, saying that he had a great time today and that she understood him, which made him feel happy. Although he felt that he shouldn't, he still wanted to see her every day.
When I see her, I can temporarily forget the pain of the past and the painful past.
After clicking on Lin Zhaoxia's profile picture, Zhao Guangyuan sat up straight before he could say anything.
I looked at my phone steadily, and all the messages that were circulating in circles were sent!
Why is this?
Zhao Guangyuan hurriedly scrolled forward. Really, every item showed that all were sent successfully!
Is it because there is a signal here?
He forgot about it! Zhao Guangyuan closed his eyes in annoyance, wishing he could beat himself to death. He couldn't bear to look back at what he had written in those days!
How could you say those words! How could I listen to those words to Miss Lin! What a shame!
Zhao Guangyuan felt that he was so stupid and punched the pillow several times.
Thinking about it again, there seemed to be nothing strange about Miss Lin before going to bed, so she probably didn't see it, right?
Zhao Guangyuan recalled... After they met, Miss Lin soon went to cook. Then they ate and went to the community to eat. She didn't seem to take her mobile phone. Then, they came back, chatted and watched TV, washed up, and Miss Lin packed her things...
Didn't you see it? Holding on to a bit of luck.
Miss Lin should be asleep now, so she didn't actually see those embarrassing messages, right? When it was later, Yuan sneaked in, took out her phone, and quietly deleted those embarrassing messages.
Otherwise, Yuan won’t be able to see anyone!
Zhao Guangyuan anxiously paced back and forth in the small room, wanting to open the door and go out, but he was worried that she was not asleep yet and was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.
After waiting for a moment, he quietly opened the door. As a result, he was face to face with Lin Zhaoxia who also opened the door and came out.
Both of them were dumbfounded.
"I, I, Yuan..." Zhao Guangyuan was at a loss as if he had been caught doing something wrong.
Lin Zhaoxia smiled, "Would you like to sit down?"
"Huh? Ah, oh, okay." Zhao Guangyuan followed Lin Zhaoxia hand in hand, not daring to look up at her.
Lin Zhaoxia opened the refrigerator, took out the unfinished red wine from last time, and gestured to him: "Wine, can you drink it?"
"You can drink it." Zhao Guangyuan nodded mechanically, took two deep breaths, and the heat on his face finally subsided a little.
Lin Zhaoxia poured some red wine into two goblets, and mixed some Sprite into one of the glasses. Then she stopped and asked him, "You must have a good drinker?"
"Yes. I'm afraid Man Daqi won't be able to find one or two that can drink better than Yuan."
Are you still proud? You drunkard. "Then I won't give you Sprite."
"Why should you mix this with wine, Sprite?" Zhao Guangyuan didn't understand why good wine should be mixed with other things.
"I'm not a good drinker. This wine tastes a bit astringent to me, so I'll add Sprite to neutralize the taste."
"Does it taste astringent? The last time Yuan drank it, it felt very good. It was simply delicious. It was a hundred times stronger than the wine Yuan had drunk before."
Lin Zhaoxia was stunned: "Last time? When did you drink it?" She hadn't invited him to drink wine, had she?
Oops! It's a slip of the tongue.
Zhao Guangyuan glanced at her quickly and screamed in his heart.
(End of chapter)
