Xiyang Mourning

As soon as Cheng Xi entered the room, he slumped along the bedroom door and fell to the ground. He didn't know why, and he decided to leave it like this, but when he saw Zheng Yang, he couldn't control his emotions.

Looking at the somewhat dim room, the light came in through the curtains, and the things in the room could be vaguely seen.The scene downstairs just now appeared in my mind unconsciously.

When he saw Zheng Yang's pain, Zheng Yang's loss, and Zheng Yang's disbelief, he didn't feel the pleasure of revenge, nor did he feel heartbroken, just a little bored.

Cheng Xi sat on the ground blankly, telling himself over and over again that he just hadn't adjusted yet, he didn't feel sorry for Zheng Yang, but just had a little conditioned love.

Cheng Xi got up slowly, and turned on the light, which instantly illuminated the room, revealing the room's original appearance.

The quilt was neatly placed on the bed, and the little things in the room were neatly tidied up. This room was not much different from the time he lived in before. The only difference would be that it looked cold because it hadn't had a master for a long time.

This kind of room looks like it has been carefully taken care of by someone, and that person knows who it is without even thinking about it.

Cheng Xi walked slowly to the window, the thick curtains that were put on because no one lived there completely blocked the light outside, Cheng Xi pulled the curtains to open them, but let go.

So what if you pull it away, what you see is just the dust in the room showing its original appearance in the sun, and the artificial light is no different.Just like, it doesn't matter if there is love for Zheng Yang or not, life is like that anyway.

While comforting herself, Cheng Xi walked to the desk, looked at the books and those small decorations on the desk, raised her hand and brushed them, her eyes were a little erratic.

He used to get angry all the time, so he always smashed the things in this room on the ground and Zheng Yang. He prefers glass and ceramic products. Those things changed back to how they were.Those same little objects, I don’t know how Zheng Yang found the exact same ones so quickly.

When Cheng Xi thought of this, the expression on his face became gentle unconsciously.

At the beginning, every time I finished my anger and saw the tidy room again, I felt like I was just dreaming.

Cheng Xi took away the hands that touched those objects, walked to the bed step by step, and immediately fell down.

Cheng Xi rubbed on the bed, feeling the comfort of the quilt rubbing against her face, and thought in a daze, if this was also a dream.

After thinking about it, she laughed at herself, Cheng Xi, Cheng Xi, what else can I say about you.

Some things, once they happen, there is no room for redemption, and some people, after death, they cannot come back.

It just happened, let him live as if nothing happened, he can't do it.

Cheng Xi turned over, looked at the chandelier on the ceiling, and muttered to himself, "Actually, this is the best way." He should take a nap.

After that, he stretched out his arms and pressed the switch at the head of the bed, and the room fell into darkness again.

It wasn't that there was no light, it was just blocked by the curtains, but he didn't want to open the curtains that blocked the light.

Because people fall asleep in the dark.

Zheng Yang outside the door knelt beside the sofa for a long time after seeing Cheng Xi's figure disappear. Just when he thought he would kneel until he turned into a stone statue, his body suddenly felt hungry.

It turns out that I know how to speak, Zheng Yang thought boredly, but he still stood up and walked to the dining table beside him.

Zheng Yang looked at the already slightly cold food, turned his head and glanced at the closed bedroom door, and slowly sat down where Cheng Xi was sitting just now, then picked up Cheng Xi's used bowls and chopsticks and started eating like this.

He will not let himself be exhausted, even if the master treats him indifferently, even if the master hates him, even if the master doesn't want to talk to him anymore, he will take good care of himself.

Because only in this way, you will have more time to see the master, you will have more energy to please the master, you will have a better body to withstand the master's anger, and you will have... More brainpower to weave More reasons to let yourself not care about the master's indifference, even if... the master doesn't care.

Zheng Yang ate like a machine. How long has it been since he did such a thing?It seems to start when you can eat with the master.After all, who has a real person, and would look for the temperature on the things that person used?

Zheng Yang thought about what Cheng Xi said just now that he wanted to hire a nanny, maybe today is the last time he did this, he lost even the only consolation, his master didn't even want to eat the food he cooked.

Zheng Yang felt his heart ache, but no one would feel distressed anymore.