Xiyang Mourning

Cheng Xi was lying on the bed on the second floor of her coffee shop, looking at the luggage taken out from Zheng Yang beside the bed with confused eyes, feeling a little sad.

When he saw these things in the empty hall, he didn't react at all, as if he had been slapped suddenly, he was completely dumbfounded.

He was still unwilling to believe that his Zheng Yang would treat him like this.

"Hehe..." Cheng Xi smiled self-deprecatingly, he has treated Zheng Yang like this, why can't Zheng Yang treat him like this?After all, he was the one who owed Zheng Yang.

He suddenly thought of the words he swore to Zheng Yang at that time

"I'll wait for him to wake up. If he pretends to be asleep, I'll wake him up." Cheng Xi smiled as he spoke,

"As long as I'm here, he can't pretend to be asleep all the time."

"So... what am I going to do!" Cheng Xi was a little at a loss.He said those words, but he didn't know how to wake up Zheng Yang... So, he really failed.

Cheng Xi fell asleep in a daze. In his dream, he returned to his and Zheng Yang's home.

He stood in the hall, looking at the familiar scene, he felt like crying.He walked forward slowly, and suddenly came to the door of the kitchen. In the kitchen, someone was busy with his back turned.

When he saw that familiar figure from behind, he suddenly didn't dare to move forward, so he leaned against the door and watched the busy people inside.

He looked at the familiar movements of the person in front of him, at his skillful washing, oiling, and cooking...

After everything was done, the man put the dishes in and turned around while holding the dishes.

"Zheng Yang..." Cheng Xi was a little dazed.

"Master?" Zheng Yang smiled at Cheng Xi, with a warm smile that seemed to contain all his trust.

Cheng Xi's heart ached a little. He didn't know when it started, but Zheng Yang was already able to skillfully cook dishes that satisfied him.He seemed to remember that Zheng Yang didn't know how to do it at the beginning.

It seems that after being disgusted by him that time, his Zheng Yang can cook meals that suit his taste.And then...he never ate other people's meals again.

"I'm really... sorry, Zheng Yang." Cheng Xi slowly approached Zheng Yang, wanting to touch Zheng Yang's hand. He remembered that there were many inconspicuous marks on his hands for a while.

"Master, do you want to try it?" Zheng Yang took out a pair of chopsticks.

"..." Cheng Xi looked at the smile on Zheng Yang's face, "Okay."

"I like your dishes the most." When he took the chopsticks from Zheng Yang's hand, he wanted to pick up the dishes on the plate.

"Crack!" The plate fell, leaving behind a pile of wreckage.

"Master... goodbye"

"Goodbye... I will see you soon, you wait for me." Cheng Xi looked at the people and the kitchen that were gradually disappearing in front of him, and said to Zheng Yang with a smile.

When Cheng Xi woke up, he found that there was already a large water stain beside him. Maybe he was crying in his dream.

"Zheng Yang..." Wait for me.

When Zheng Yang walked into the company, he was thinking about his conversation with Qinglin and the meeting between Qinglin and Qingming all the way.

He didn't know why he made such a decision in the end, he should obviously smash Qinglin's body into thousands of pieces, shouldn't he?

"The president has your things." The receptionist at the front desk hurriedly stopped him when he saw Zheng Yang.

Zheng Yang turned to look at her with some doubts, walked over and asked coldly, "What is it?"

"Mr. Cheng asked me to give it to you," the front desk looked at Zheng Yang, who had a weird face when he heard such words, and hurriedly explained, "President, because he has your phone number, and he, he..."

"Okay, give it to me." Zheng Yang fixed his eyes on the thing in her hand.

"Okay." The front desk hurriedly handed him the things in his hand.

Seeing Zheng Yang approaching the elevator, she breathed a sigh of relief, if she hadn't called the president's secretary to ask if the number the gentleman said was the president's personal number, she would not have accepted it.

Suddenly, I thought of what the gentleman said at the end, "Don't worry, he will accept it."

Although accepted, "But the president is really indifferent."

When the front desk was talking to himself, Zheng Yang had already arrived at the office, and he looked at the box on the table for a long time.

Finally he opened it, and what caught his eye was a lunch box and a note.

"Eat well, I promise you breakfast, although it's late."

It was the master's handwriting, he took out the note and carefully put it in his clothes, then he took out the lunch box.

When he opened the lunch box and saw the steaming food inside, Zheng Yang still had no expression, but his hands trembled when he took out the chopsticks from the box.

He started to eat slowly, chewing slowly one bite at a time, and at the end he was a little wolfish.

When Zheng Yuan entered the door, what he saw was Zheng Yanghong with his mouth full of food. He glanced at the lunch box on the table and understood.

Then he backed out silently, leaving only Zheng Yang eating his meal crazily.

"Cough cough cough...cough cough" Zheng Yang was so choked that tears came out. Due to physiological reasons, the tears couldn't be stopped no matter what.

"Touch!" With a wave of his hand, he swept the lunch box to the ground. The moment the lunch box hit the ground, all the food inside fell to the ground, a bit like a scene in Cheng Xi's dream.

It took Zheng Yang a long time to realize what he had done. He walked quickly to the side of the pile of wreckage on the ground, and slowly squatted down.

He grabbed the food with his hands and put it in his mouth. The food was mixed with tears, and it was a bit unpalatable, but he ate it seriously, as if it was the only thing in the world.

"You used to wait for me to wake up like this. Today... no, I will wait for you to wake up in the future. I will make breakfast for you, and I will hug you to sleep... I will treat you well... You trust me... Zheng Yang."

"Zheng Yang...you wait for me, I'll be right back"

"I'm sorry, master... I'm sorry! I'm sorry..." Zheng Yang said sorry over and over again in the midst of the food on the floor with his mouth full.

Zheng Yuan listened to everything outside the door, and he suddenly remembered that a long time ago, he was so helpless and desperate saying sorry over and over again.

"Zheng Yang...I don't want you to go down that road, you will collapse." Zheng Yuan muttered to himself outside the door.

But he knew that there were some things, some demonic obstacles, that Zheng Yang had to get out of by himself.