Xiyang Mourning

Zheng Yang looked at the closed door, and then turned his head to see the breakfast he had carefully prepared on the dining table, but Cheng Xi didn't eat a few mouthfuls of breakfast.The fear and bitterness in my heart are even worse. After this time, the master will hate him even more.

Walking to the dining table like a puppet, seeing Cheng Xi's used bowls and chopsticks, he picks them up by accident and puts some dishes into his mouth.Feeling the taste transmitted from the taste buds to the brain center, it turns out that cooking by yourself can be so good.

In the beginning, Zheng Yang only knew how to cook meat. This was only thanks to those years of training, how to replenish energy and survive in the wilderness.

After meeting Cheng Xi, Zheng Yang secretly hired a chef to teach him, although Cheng Xi never asked him to cook.But he just thought that there was something about him that Cheng Xi liked and could make him happy.

I still remember that at the beginning, the things I cooked could be described as horrible, and how much time and burns I spent in exchange for such skilled cooking skills.

But no matter how hard he tried, he would not make the host look up to him, just like the food that was only touched by a few chopsticks on the table, after all, no one cares about it.

Zheng Yang silently cleared the dining table, the lesson from that time was enough for him to realize that no matter what happened, he had to clean up the dining table.

After tidying up, he glanced at the closed door of Cheng Xi's bedroom, and finally saluted and left.

Qinglin, who was waiting outside the door, looked at Zheng Yang's lonely expression and the scars that Zheng Yang inadvertently exposed, his eyes flickered, but he still lowered his head.The slender sea of ​​waves concealed his emotions. No one knew what the most trusted subordinate of the Patriarch of the Zheng family was thinking.

Zheng Yang glanced at the downcast Qinglin, but he didn't put away the exhaustion on his face. After all, he still trusted Qinglin, the "companion" who came out of the training camp with him and helped him manage the Zheng family all the time after he came out. of.

The car left the villa slowly, but the person who watched the car leave every day by the window on the second floor was not there.

Cheng Xi was lying on the big bed in the bedroom, his eyes were a little blurred.At the moment Zheng Yang's car left, he turned his head and looked at the big French windows as if he had sensed it.

Every day before, Cheng Xi would stand in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and watch Zheng Yang's car leave.But today, for no reason, he didn't want to watch it.

Lying lazily, staring at the ceiling in a daze, he slowly fell asleep again.In the dream, Cheng Xi saw his past again.

Every time he dreams, Cheng Xi knows that he is in a dream, but he can't wake up, and he doesn't want to wake up.

Cheng Xi looked at the familiar scene in front of him, thinking that it was another layer of unchanging memories from a good life to a broken family.But unexpectedly, the dream changed this time.

He looked at the blurred figure in front of him, are the appearance of his parents blurred now?Cheng Xi thought to himself mockingly.

After that, many figures appeared again, and they said something that surprised him, and the tone of those people was full of tenderness.

"Xiaoxi, we named you this name, hoping that you can warm others and be happy forever" is the voice of the parents.

"Cheng Xi is so gentle, just like his name, such a warm man"

"Cheng Xi, I hope you are happy, and I don't want you to be unhappy because of hatred. Cheng Xi, I love you"

"Master, please, don't abandon me. As long as you want me, you don't care what I do, master"

"Cheng Xi..."

"Xiao Xi..."

"Owner……"

Different voices surrounded him, obviously so gentle, but why did he feel that this dream was more terrifying and sad than any previous one.

I can't go back, I can't go back, why let him dream about these things, why do you want to bury him so hard, and draw out the throbbing towards Zheng Yang.He clearly planned to drag him into hell and bury himself in hatred, but why did he let him dream about these things again!

Cheng Xi shouted in her heart, wanting to wake up.But those voices surrounded him tightly, not giving him any chance to breathe.

No one saw, in the empty bedroom, a man's tears ran across his cheeks, leaving behind a crystal.