He looked at the young man's leaving figure with an expressionless face, his eyelashes were wet, and his eyes were as heavy as dark water.
The carpet had long lost the warmth of another person, and Xia Jinghuai picked at the game controller in his hand.
He was only seven or eight years old, with delicate and pure facial features, but his eyes revealed a gloom that was not consistent with his age.
The hour hand rotates slowly, and time slips through the fingers.
The sound of high heels came from outside, light and elegant.
Xia Jinghuai dropped the game controller in his hand, ran up quickly, and quietly closed the door to the room.
Xia Jinghuai's eyes grew dim as his thin body pressed against the door.
The sound insulation effect of the room was very good. Xia Jinghuai was lying on the door and did not hear the sound of the corridor outside. After coming here for a long time, he thought he was safe and his tense body relaxed slightly.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
Xia Jingzhou suddenly clenched his fingers until his nails dug into his palms, and the stinging sensation suddenly made him wake up.
Perhaps because he had been silent for too long, the knocks on the door became more and more urgent.
Xia Jinghuai lowered his head, turned the doorknob, and the door opened.
Xia Zihan walked in with her face against the light and locked the door behind her.
At this time, the woman lost her dignity and softness. She lit a cigarette, held it between her bright red lips, and puffed away.
The curtains were closed tightly, and there was no light in the room.
She turned on the light and saw the boy huddled on the sofa.
"Are you out today?"
Xia Jinghuai stared at her quietly, with fear on his delicate and white face.
He called out tentatively.
"Mother……"
Snapped--
The woman's nails were freshly made, sharp and bright red, and there was a bloody streak on the boy's fair and smooth cheek.
His entire face was distorted by the blow, and his face suddenly became red and swollen.
She took a few steps forward, raised her hand and clasped Xia Jinghuai's chin, and regardless of the boy's painful struggle, she said bitterly and twistedly: "Didn't I not allow you to come out? Tell me what use you are, not even to anyone." You know how to please, but it’s because of you that I’m reduced to this!”
She originally thought that by marrying into the Chu family, she could live the life of a rich wife she dreamed of, but the world of aristocratic women was not something she could blend into if she wanted to. No one in the upper-class circles looked up to her, and Chu Ye also ignored her. Ask, he rarely goes home, and even when he comes back, he always goes to see Chu Yu.
Chu Ye only has his precious son in his heart!
Let Xia Jinghuai please Chu Yu and build a good relationship, so Chu Ye might even look at her more.
But Xia Jinghuai doesn’t even know how to please!
Now, mother and son have no place at all in the Chu family, and even a maid would look down on her.
"It's all your fault! You can't do such a small thing! What use do I need from you?"
"You lose money! I shouldn't have given birth to you in the first place!"
"Why can't you earn some energy?"
The woman's expression was twisted, her voice was extremely harsh, and she pinched and hit the boy, her long nails seeming to be able to dig out a piece of flesh.
After her emotions calmed down a little, the woman hugged the boy and cried in grief, her eye makeup smudged with tears, looking embarrassed and hideous.
"Huai'er, mom didn't mean it. As long as you please Chu Yu, as long as you can let Chu Yu accept you, our good days will come. When you grow up, the Chu family will belong to us."
The boy's eyes were as black as obsidian and numb, his face was bloodless, pale and gloomy, completely devoid of his usual cuteness and naivety.
After a while, like a subconscious reaction, his long and thick dark eyelashes drooped slightly, and the skin underneath them was white and transparent. He showed a cute smile, but his dark eyes were as calm and lifeless as a cold pool. , like a fragment, weird and terrifying.
His young voice was soft and a little strange.
"Okay, Mom."
The woman's cry in her ears was noisy and unpleasant, like a crow's heart-rending scream.
——
The golden sunshine poured down and poured into the vast expanse of blue waves.
Chu Yu was sitting on the couch by the floor-to-ceiling window, playing the guitar in his hand. His long eyelashes were slightly drooped, and the beautiful and light melody was lingering, with an ethereal tone.
Niu Colu System in his mind cried, made trouble, and hanged himself, but he couldn't get a single word from Chu Yu.
Niu Colu·System: 〖The host is great, the male protagonist was bullied, he was beaten so badly, he was bleeding, so cruel, how could he be so bad, the male protagonist is so cute, 嘤嘤嘤~〗
Chu Yu: 〖If you keep arguing, I will die in front of you. 〗
Niu Colu·The system was as quiet as a chicken in an instant, and I didn’t dare to fart.
"KouKou——"
There were regular knocks on the door, and Chu Yu plucked the strings of his guitar, concentrating so much that he didn't hear them at all.
Without the permission of the owner, an outsider pushed the door in. The man with stern eyebrows and as cold as thin ice was wearing a white sweater. He looked elegant and elegant. His narrow pupils reflected the thin light. He walked in and held a hand in his hand. holding fruit.
Stepping on the soft blanket made no sound.
"Young Master, let's have something to eat." Xing Zhuo's voice was pleasant, deep and hoarse, intimate and gentle.
What responded to him was a book flying over. Xing Zhuo didn't blink. He raised his hand slightly and firmly grabbed the book that was about to hit him in the face.
Xing Zhuo's tone was soft, as if coaxing a troublesome child: "Young master, don't make trouble."
Chu Yu admired this kind of person very much. After wearing the perfect mask for a long time, he really thought it was his original appearance.
Her fingers were still resting on the guitar. The hand was long and graceful, and the knuckles were as crystal clear as snow. From the bones to the skin, everything was white and beautiful.
Her glass-like eyes were like amber gems, her lips were red, and her skin was like snow. She seemed to be in a bad mood, and her beautiful and coquettish eyebrows were slightly lowered. "You are quite brave. Who allowed you to come in?"
The whole body is full of sharp thorns, which will prick all the people who want to get close.
Xing Zhuo didn't care and placed the plate in front of the young man.
Bright and plump cherries, a full plate.
Chu Yu's favorite fruit is cherries, and she is also very picky about food. Even if the chef changes the way she makes it every day, she will be miserable and won't eat too much.
But now the boy hates hypocritical men, so naturally she won't take another look at the cherries he serves, even if they are her favorite fruit.
The slender white hand waved the fruit plate away carelessly. The fruit bowl hit the blanket with a muffled sound. The full cherries rolled all over the floor, and one particularly plump one rolled to Xing Zhuo's feet.
The boy holding the guitar looked up at him coldly, and tugged his lips at him arrogantly and disdainfully.
It seemed like he was provoking, maybe trying to break his calm surface.
Like a kitten that thinks it has sharp claws, if it spreads its claws in front of him, he can even strangle it to death with one hand.
Xing Zhuo thought calmly.
——It’s really ignorant.
