Xiyang Mourning

When Cheng Xi woke up, it was already the next morning.He opened his eyes vaguely, and looked at the ground reflexively. Usually when he woke up, there would always be someone kneeling beside the bed waiting for him.

However, that gentle and docile figure has disappeared, replaced by the empty floor in front of him and the debris all over the floor.

Cheng Xi looked suspiciously at the debris on the floor and those that had dried up showing a dark red bloodstain, and then vaguely remembered what happened last night.

All the scenes of last night came to his mind, Cheng Xi shook his head, trying to get rid of all the unpleasant memories of yesterday.

But the more you want to get rid of it, the clearer you remember it.

He clearly remembered Zheng Yang's tears yesterday, Zheng Yang's begging, Zheng Yang's pain, and the fragments in Zheng Yang's body.

Zheng Yang should still be adjusting the classroom. Thinking of the last scene last night, Zheng Yang was crying, and Cheng Xi reflexively wanted to find him.

But just as soon as he hit the ground, the pain in the soles of his feet was clearly transmitted to his mind, and his feet softened, and he knelt down straight like this.

Cheng Xi supported the ground with both hands, and cold sweat dripped down his face, smearing patches of water on the ground.

Cheng Xi gritted her teeth and stood up straight, slowly moved to the bed, it hurt so much!Is he in pain too?

Cheng Xi lay down on the bed thinking about it, but was interrupted as soon as the idea appeared.Cheng Xi silently stared at the light emitted by the lights that were not turned off last night, and slowly showed a mocking smile.

Cheng Xi stared at the lamp in a daze, and muttered to himself, "Cheng Xi, Cheng Xi, you said Zheng Yang is cheap, so are you not cheap?"

After he finished speaking, he laughed, and tears came out as he smiled. The tears blurred his vision, and he seemed to see many people in the halo.

On the other side of the Zheng Group, Qing Lin anxiously looked at the president's office, wondering why the master hadn't come yet, the master should have come at this time in the past.

Qinglin thought of the conversation with the master recorded yesterday, and the bewitchment of that person.

Between the Lord and Cheng Xi...

Now he doesn't know whether he is worried about Zheng Yang, or the relationship between Zheng Yang and Cheng Xi.Maybe it's both, or maybe it's nothing, but for some reason I feel uneasy.

Qinglin rubbed his temples, wanting to relax himself.

After he sent the recording to that person yesterday, he has been restless.

He knew that doing that would be tantamount to betrayal, but when he thought of that person's words, he couldn't help but waver.

He...just to see if Cheng Xi deserves to be loved by the Lord, he...

Qinglin lowered his head slowly, no matter how he paralyzed himself, no matter how high-sounding the words were, they were just excuses, he clearly knew that what he did was just because of those dirty thoughts in his heart.

He... likes the Lord.

Watching the mobile phone on the table pass by, Qinglin tremblingly picked up the mobile phone to call Zheng Yang, but all he heard was a cold mechanical female voice.

"Sorry, the user you dialed has shut down, please try again later. Sorry..."

My lord... shut down? !

Qinglin hung up the phone abruptly, stood up and hurried out of the group, driving towards Zheng Yang's villa.

At Qinglin's destination, Cheng Xi was on the bed carefully holding the fragments on the soles of his feet with clips, watching the fragments being clipped out, Cheng Xi's cold sweat had already wet his clothes.

Cheng Xi looked at the irregular fragments and thought, she didn't feel anything last night, she could even walk freely, but she woke up today and realized how painful it was.

Enduring the pain and treating the wound well, he put on his shoes and went downstairs with the help of the handrail, intending to make some breakfast by himself.

When he went downstairs, he subconsciously glanced at the open classroom, and then abruptly looked away.

Last night, he hurt Zheng Yang, and he hurt himself; he made Zheng Yang suffer, and Zheng Yang caused him pain, so they don't care who owes whom.

As soon as Cheng Xi arrived at the hall, he heard the doorbell ringing. He walked over slowly and opened the door. What he saw was Qinglin's face that was still sweating but looked calm. He was a little puzzled what he was doing here, but he thought of adjusting the classroom. Zheng Yang seemed to understand something.

And Qinglin was also stunned when Cheng Xi opened the door, and glanced at Cheng Xi's bandaged foot, feeling even more puzzled, but also secretly pleased.

Did he have a conflict with the Lord?

Before he finished laughing, he heard Cheng Xi's cold voice, "Did you come to see Zheng Yang? He's adjusting the classroom, go find him yourself."

After Cheng Xi finished speaking, he took a cold look at Qinglin and turned sideways to make way for Qinglin.

And Qinglin rescued going upstairs in such a chaotic manner, but when he saw such a scene in the tuning classroom, Qinglin was stunned, then turned around and stared fiercely at Cheng Xi downstairs, gritted his teeth and called out "Cheng Xi!"

Cheng Xi looked at Qinglin upstairs, glanced at the tuning classroom, then turned around and stared at him with red eyes, as if a dying beast was viciously staring at its hunter.

Then I saw Qing Lin trembling into the tuning classroom, and my heart couldn't help shaking, could it be that Zheng Yang... Thinking of this, Cheng Xi hurried upstairs regardless of the injury on his foot.

Qinglin in the tuning classroom looked at the scene inside and felt that he was surrounded by anger, as if he was going to burn him up.

On the icy ground inside, his master curled up quietly on the ground, his naked body was covered with debris and blood stains visible to the naked eye.

Looking at it from a distance, the white body was out of place in the dark room, but it seemed to be about to blend into it.

At that moment, he felt a pain in his left chest, a pain he had never experienced before, so painful that he wanted to kill the culprit.

He didn't care about his own injury or his own death, but he cared about his master huddling lifelessly in a dark and cold room like this, as if he would leave him in the next second.

Qinglin walked over cautiously, as if afraid of disturbing the people underground.

When he got to Zheng Yang's side and squatted down slowly, he couldn't help reaching out and stroking Zheng Yang's cheek. Zheng Yang's face was so hot that he was shocked.

And Zheng Yang seemed to feel it, unconsciously grabbed the clothes of the man who was stroking him, and muttered, "Master...slave is wrong."

Hearing Zheng Yang's words, Qinglin trembled all over, his eyes turned red, he wished he hadn't listened

And Cheng Xi, who had just arrived outside the door, looked at the indoor scene, turned her head to look at the bloodstains all the way behind Zheng Yang, and felt that she was a little redundant.