After falling into the shadow's trap

Hearing this call, Xi Zhongwen involuntarily took a step forward when he saw the beautiful girl in front of him, and then stopped quickly.

He switched the shopping bag from his left hand to his right, wiped the hem of his trousers with his free hand, then lifted it up and wiped his nose.There was no expression on his face, but the eyes that stared at Xi Heng were trembling.

Xi Heng unconsciously pinched the envelope in his hand, and crumpled the corner of the envelope.

There were mixed feelings in her heart, and various emotions surged up alternately.This kind of feeling is like during the Spring Festival? Met in the New Year? Relatives who haven’t seen each other for a long time, don’t know how to address each other, don’t know what to say, so nervous, but not so embarrassing.

When her eyes fell on her father's distinct white hair, which shone like plastic under the light, she felt sad again.

For a while, the father and daughter looked at each other with a distance of two meters, and neither of them spoke.

"Old Xi, see your daughter coming back? Why are you still standing in a daze when you come here?" The neighbor uncle couldn't bear it? Their silence? He urged Xi Zhongwen to open the door. Have a good chat with your daughter. You said that you are the same, what kind of lock should you change, so that you can’t enter the house even if your child has a key..."

Xi Heng suddenly realized, and subconsciously glanced at the shoe rack. The key was stuck in the corner and did not fall off.

She looked back, recalling the anger, shock, and sadness of a few minutes ago, and her fingers squeezed even harder on the envelope.

Xi Zhongwen seemed to be still immersed in his own emotions, and he didn't respond to what the uncle said, but when he saw the envelope in Xi Heng's hand, his eyes froze slightly.

"Have you seen what's inside?" He asked Xi Heng.

Unexpectedly, the first sentence would be this? Xi Heng was taken aback for a moment and shook his head.

"Well," Xi Zhongwen reached out and pulled the envelope, regardless of the cracks caused by the rough action, casually folded it in half and put it in his pocket, "give it to me."

Xi Heng was robbed? He was caught off guard, and he obviously didn't realize that he would come over and grab the envelope, with both hands still holding the envelope.

Taking out the key, Xi Zhongwen stepped forward and inserted it into the lock hole. The lock cylinder turned twice and made a "click" sound. He pulled out the key, pressed the door handle and pulled it out, and the door opened.

He put on his slippers at the door, intending to put the replaced sandals on the shelf next to him, but for some reason, his arms dangled in the air, and the two shoes fell to the ground.

Xi Heng stood by and watched without making a sound.Before he supported his waist and was about to bend down, he sighed, squatted down to help him arrange the shoes, and then put on slippers for himself, the bright yellow ones.

The uncle saw that both of them were about to enter the house, so he said with a smile: "Then I'm going back, Lao Xi, remember? Give your daughter the new key."

"Thank you." Xi Heng sincerely thanked him.

"Oh," the uncle looked away in disgust, "Don't thank me, come to my house for dinner next time."

Next time...Xi Heng smiled and agreed? But in his heart he wondered next time? Wait until when.

"He's a chef." After entering the door, Xi Zhongwen walked straight to the kitchen with a bag in his hand, and only said one sentence.

Oh cook, cook delicious.

Xi Heng nodded silently and walked in.

It's been a long time since I've been here. She looked around, and the furnishings in the house were hardly changed, but to her, they all became?familiar and strange.

Sitting on the sofa staring at the TV show in a daze? After a while, Xi Zhongwen brought several dishes to the dining table and called Xi Heng: "Have you eaten yet?"

Xi Heng walked over and sat down, looking at the table of food with an unspeakable feeling in his heart.Sweet and sour pork ribs, poached eggs, three delicacies soup...all her favorites.

"Cook whatever you want, just make do with it." Xi Zhongwen handed her a pair of chopsticks.

Hearing these unconvincing words, I felt amused, Xi Heng's stiff limbs were much softer, he took the chopsticks obediently, decided to temporarily forget about changing the lock, and said, "Thank you Dad."

The other party was visibly stiff for a moment, and then said "huh" nonchalantly. The delicate atmosphere from the beginning of the meeting finally eased.

"You don't go to work today?" Xi Zhongwen ate a few mouthfuls of rice, intentionally or unintentionally wanting to chat with Xi Heng, I don't know if he listened to the persuasion of the neighbor's uncle.

"No, my working hours are relatively free, and I can rest when I'm not drawing." Xi Heng answered casually, skillfully scooped two spoonfuls of poached eggs into a bowl, and mixed them with the rice.

"Paintings?" Xi Zhongwen paused his chopsticks on the plate, and asked calmly, "Are you still drawing to make money?"

Xi Heng didn't react, and said casually: "Yeah, I came back this time for..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Xi Zhongwen.

"Why are you still doing this kind of work that you can't get on the table!" He frowned, and three deep furrows formed between his brows.

"What can't you do? Work on the table?" Xi Heng also frowned, very dissatisfied with his wording, "I also worked hard to get rewarded. Don't tell me I did it? What's wrong? same thing."

Xi Zhongwen waved his hands between his chopsticks, meaning not to discuss this with her? Then he said again: "Your mother and I have thought about it carefully. If you like painting, you can also become an art teacher and teach students. , isn't it the same?"

A mouthful of rice choked in his mouth, like a choke in his throat, Xi Heng put down the bowl, unexpectedly, this meal was still unsatisfactory.

She patiently explained to her father: "The painter who accepts the manuscript and the teacher who teaches students to draw are fundamentally two different professions, and I don't like being a teacher at all, and the money I earn from painting is less than that of my father." The salary of a teacher is at least doubled..."

"We don't really care how much you earn. The most important thing in a job is stability. It's great to be a teacher," Xi Zhongwen's voice became serious. Stop it, move back to live, and prepare for the exam at home."

Xi Heng didn't want to argue with him any more, so he simply expressed his attitude: "I'm very satisfied with my current job, and I won't become a teacher."

Her firm tone ignited Xi Zhongwen's anger all of a sudden: "Why are you so stubborn! Why do you always refuse to listen to us!"

Xi Heng ignored his words and turned his face away from him.

Xi Zhongwen slammed the bowl on the table with a slap, and the ear-piercing sound startled her. Xi Heng trembled, and she was also annoyed. Considering that this was his own father, he tried his best to suppress his anger: "Yes! Can't you speak well, why are you throwing the bowl?"

"Look at yourself, your job is unworthy, and you don't want to find a partner. Are you trying to piss us off!" Xi Zhongwen slammed his chopsticks on the table, with a heartbroken expression, "All? Fast 26 Oh, you don't even want to talk about love."

How did the topic get turned? Emotional channel?

Xi Heng was stunned? Suddenly dumbfounded? He whispered: "How do you know I'm not looking for a partner..."

"Have you found a partner? Bring it back? Come and show us. We should get married soon and settle down." Xi Zhongwen finally heard the news that made him happy, and his attitude calmed down a bit.

"I don't want to get married." Xi Heng whispered even more.

"What did you say?" The anger that had just subsided suddenly rose to his heart again, and Xi Zhongwen pointed at her, "I knew you made it up? The target prevaricated me, right?"

As he spoke, he picked up his phone and began to flip through: "Your mother's colleague has a son who is good-looking, talented, highly educated, graduated from a master's degree in a Fortune 500 company, and has a good personality...here, this is a photo , you get in touch with him."

Xi Heng pushed away the mobile phone that was approaching, his patience was about to run out: "Did I say that? I'm not interested."

"You can't even see it? How would you know if you don't see it!"

"Can I still not know myself? I don't want it, you take it away!"

She tried her best to hide and resist, but the annoying photos still kept dangling in front of her eyes.Xi Heng finally couldn't take it any longer. He slapped the table and stood up, and said loudly, "Xi Zhongwen! Can you respect me a bit!"

"Is this your attitude towards elders!" Xi Zhongwen also became angry and yelled at her.

Xi Heng and him stared at each other for a while, took a deep breath, closed their eyes, pushed away the chair, turned around and ran into the room.

"What are you doing... hiss!" Xi Zhongwen hurriedly stood up, and accidentally knocked his waist against the corner of the table, "I haven't finished talking yet!"

"boom!--"

Xi Heng closed the door of the room at once, blocking out all the sound.

She slid feebly down the door, feeling exhausted.

The communication with her parents is always like this, they are unwilling to understand her thoughts, unwilling to accept her choice, and finally end in a quarrel.

Scratching her hair irritably, Xi Heng looked at the storage box she put under the desk.

She walked over and dragged the box out. Surprisingly, there wasn't a lot of dust accumulated on it, and there were a few scratches on the buckles on both sides, as if it was often opened for inspection.

Xi Heng lifted the lid, saw all kinds of gadgets accumulated inside, and carefully looked at them one by one.All her good memories and almost every happy moment are hidden in this box.

Including with parents.

Suck? Sniff, her eye sockets are slightly hot, and the corners of her eyes are also a little moist.

She picked up the small, light box, as if embracing her own heavy memories, opened the door and walked out.

Xi Zhongwen supported his waist with one hand and supported the table with the other. When he saw her coming out holding the storage box, he immediately raised his eyebrows again: "Xi Heng, are you leaving again?"

Xi Heng went straight to the porch, and stopped to look at him when he passed the table. He looked at him and pretended to be unintentional: "If you have a bad waist, don't worry about it. Go back to the room and lie down."

Then, without caring about her father's reaction, she opened the door and was about to go out. When she turned her head and saw the key hooked on the shoe rack outside the door, Xi Heng said angrily, "I put the old key on the shelf? Now that you have changed the lock, I won't come here anymore."

The elevator just came down from upstairs, and she went in without looking back.

After taking a taxi back to the small house he rented, Xi Heng put away the storage box and collapsed on the bed from exhaustion.

Obviously she didn't consume much physical strength, but the blow she received mentally made her physically and mentally exhausted.

Xi Heng couldn't figure it out, why? Why did her parents insist on being so stubborn? Why couldn't they calm down and listen to her thoughts? make the only choice on things.

After walking out of that door, she almost cried out in the elevator and in the taxi holding the suitcase.Now when I go back to my little home, there is only one person left, so I can cry freely.

Xi Heng looked at the ceiling, and two crystal marks slipped from the corners of his eyes.She was in a panic and wanted to find someone to talk to, but Qi Yu was preparing a new column and was as busy as a spinning top.

She doesn't have anything else, friends who are close enough to express negative energy unscrupulously, even if she has friends, she doesn't want to disturb others?

After thinking about it for a while, a bright and moving face suddenly appeared in my mind.

She... She is filming, so she must be very busy, so why not?

Frustrated, he turned around, and the phone beside him vibrated suddenly.

Caller?: Lan Xingyue.

Vibrated just now? After two taps, Xi Heng connected in seconds.

"Xiao Xi, good afternoon." Lan Xingyue greeted her with a smile.

Hearing these words, Xi Heng's tears fell instantly, and with a nasal voice, he called out her name aggrievedly: "Lan Xingyue..."

The other side was silent for a moment, and then Lan Xingyue's gentle voice sounded: "What's the matter? Don't cry, who bullied you?"

"I..." Xi Heng held his breath, not knowing how to speak.

Lan Xingyue coaxed her patiently, her tone was so soft that she could pinch water: "Talk slowly, don't worry, okay?"

"……I want to see you."