Leaving from Cao Hai's house in a daze, Wen Xiaohui walked weakly on the street.
On the first day of the first lunar month, the capital city was bleak and cold, the streets were empty, the traffic was sparse, and the gray sky seemed to fall from the top of the head at any time, giving people a suffocating depressive feeling, which gave Wen Xiaohui an illusion of the end of the world.
The experience of these two days really seemed like a doomsday to him.
The person he trusts, relies on, and loves is a "monster" who deceives and uses him. In the past three years, his life has been filled with Luo Yi all the time. If Luo Yi is fake, they will walk together. His time is fake, so what else is real? His three years, what is left? !
Maybe it was too shocking, he couldn't even shed tears, he just felt his body was hollowed out.
He really wants to hide now, find a place where no one is around, and sort out his messy thoughts, but he knows that no matter what he does now, it will not get better. He has a strong urge to be Ask Luo Yi about the matter clearly.
But he didn't dare, he was afraid that Luo Yi would admit that this was a scam from beginning to end, what would he do then
After wandering the streets for hours, he finally returned home.
As soon as he entered the room, his dazed expression and red ears caught his mother's attention.
Feng Yuehua came over and touched his face: "Son, what's wrong with you? Why do you seem to have lost your soul?"
"Tired." Wen Xiaohui patted her on the shoulder, "I'm going to sleep."
"It's time to eat in a while."
"I don't want to eat, I want to sleep." Wen Xiaohui took off his coat and went back to his room, and locked the door behind him.
When he fell on the bed, he felt his strength leaving his body like a thread, and he rolled over on the bed, at a loss, at a loss, looking around, there was only lifeless furniture and lonely air.
Who can help him? Can anyone tell him what to do? He felt his world was turned upside down and crushed, and he had no power to resist.
He jumped up from the bed, rummaged through the boxes, and found an envelope in a locked iron box, which contained Yaya's suicide note.
He spread out the suicide note, a piece of paper that once made him feel unceasingly heavy, but now it is full of irony, because it is fake, and there has never been any guardianship or support. Did Yaya really leave him a suicide note? If so, what would the real suicide note be? Could it be telling him to stay away from Luo Yi
"Please take care of my son, he is lonelier than me in this world." Who wrote this sentence...
Wen Xiaohui was in a daze in the gradually dimming room, as if he heard the sound of his soul being scorched.
At this time, Feng Yuehua knocked on his door: "Xiaohui, Ian is going to take us out to eat, you get up and wash your face."
Wen Xiaohui whispered: "You go, I want to sleep."
"You really don't want to go? Eat seafood."
"No, you go."
"Okay, let me know if you're not feeling well."
"I'm really sleepy."
"Well, then you go to sleep."
After a while, the door was closed, and the room returned to deathly silence.
Wen Xiaohui sat there for a long time, then jumped out of bed, put on his coat, put on the suicide note, and rushed out of the house.
Do you just sit there until dawn? He might not be able to bear it for a moment.
After getting in the car, he went straight to Luo Yi's house. Maybe he still had a little expectation in his heart, that it was President Chang who was trying to separate him, that Cao Hai was lying to him...
On the way, Luo Rui, who was on vacation with his family in Australia, suddenly called. Wen Xiaohui's hand trembling while holding the phone, finally answered.
"Beibi." Luo Rui's voice sounded beaming, full of youthful vigor: "I don't think so, I bought you a great gift today, and I was accosted by a handsome Australian guy!"
"Oh, that's good." Wen Xiaohui barely wanted to laugh, but when the words came out, the sound flickered at the end, and he actually started crying.
Luo Rui was stunned: "Beibi?"
Wen Xiaohui suppressed it for a whole day, and the moment he heard Luo Rui's voice, he suddenly couldn't control himself, and choked up, "Mom..."
"What's the matter?" Luo Rui was taken aback, and joked bravely, "Don't think about me that much, I'll go back soon."
Wen Xiaohui tugged at his hair vigorously and began to cry in a muffled voice.
Luo Rui asked urgently: "Xiaohui, what's the matter with you? What's the matter?"
Wen Xiaohui's tears were like opening a gate to release a flood, and he couldn't stop it. The quiet carriage was filled with his suppressed crying.
The taxi driver looked at him from the rearview mirror several times, but he didn't dare to speak.
Luo Rui was in a hurry: "Did something happen to you? I'll fly back right away, okay, don't cry." Luo Rui has never seen Wen Xiaohui cry like this when he was so old, no, it should be said that he has never seen him cry, he In Luo Rui's eyes, he is always very strong and tough, and he is the only one who can make others cry.
Wen Xiaohui can be said to be Luo Rui's "spiritual leader". This friend who is always strong in memory is like a high sail, leading him to ride the wind and waves, cross the ocean of arrogance and prejudice, so that he can stand upright and live, so Wen Xiaohui When he cried, he cried into confusion.
"No, you don't have to... come back." Wen Xiaohui sobbed, "I'm in a bad mood, just cry."
"Is it related to Auntie? Or... Luo Yi?"
"Stop talking..." Wen Xiaohui took a deep breath, "You have fun, let's talk about it when you come back." He quickly hung up the phone and turned off the phone, because he suddenly remembered that Cao Hai said that Luo Yi had monitored his Telephone.
In fact, this can be reflected in many things. For example, Luo Yi called immediately after his home was burglarized. He was at Luo Rui's place, and Luo Yi also found him accurately. But why did Luo Yi monitor his phone? Could it be related to... what the president wants
He soon arrived at Luo Yi's house. Looking at the familiar villa from a distance, the lights were still on. If it was normal, when he entered the house, the boy who made him warm and happy was waiting for him. Watching movies, playing games, lingering at night, the time with Luo Yi, even if he didn't do anything special, made him feel happy from the bottom of his heart.
When he thought that if he opened the door, everything might be destroyed, he had the urge to turn around and leave.
Is he really going in, is he going to expose all the lies and face the cold truth? If he pretended he didn't know anything, wouldn't everything change
He stood outside the villa, looking at the house that once held countless beautiful memories, as if he was facing a colorful and beautiful bubble, which he could cruelly burst if he just took a step forward.
He clenched the letter in his pocket tightly, gritted his molars in pain, and with a masochistic will, he pushed his legs and walked in.
In his haste, he forgot to bring his key and rang the doorbell.
Soon, the door opened, and along with the warmth of the room, Luo Yi smiled unabashedly in surprise.
Looking at the joyful expression on that handsome face, Wen Xiaohui felt an urge to run away.
Luo Yi's smile froze quickly, and his eyes were replaced by worry: "Brother Xiaohui, why are your eyes red? Are you crying?" He dragged Wen Xiaohui into the room without any explanation, "Are you talking to Auntie again?" in argument?"
Wen Xiaohui lowered his head, grabbed Luo Yi's hand, and slowly pushed it away.
Luo Yi was stunned: "What's wrong with you?"
Wen Xiaohui was afraid of being weak, so he said without hesitation: "I have met the president."
Luo Yi froze, his expression turned cold instantly, and even his voice sank: "What did you say?"
"I see you, President Chang, your father." Wen Xiaohui took out the crumpled letter from his pocket, his voice trembling uncomfortably, "This is the suicide note my sister left me. Is it?"
"Brother Xiaohui, let's sit down and talk." He reached out to grab Wen Xiaohui.
Wen Xiaohui opened his hand viciously, because of excessive grief and anger, his beautiful facial features were distorted: "He said that the inheritance worth 300 million US dollars was left to me by Yaya, he said that you swapped the inheritance, he said..." Wen Xiaohui said like The dying man took a hard breath, "Luo Yi, we've known each other for almost three years, tell me, you've been... cheating on me from the very beginning."
Luo Yi's eyes were as calm as water, without a trace of waves, he said slowly: "Do you want to believe what he said?"
"I don't want to believe it!" Wen Xiaohui grabbed the letter, his joints turned pale because of too much force, and his voice could no longer be heard: "I brought... the suicide note, I want to correct Yaya's handwriting. It also depends on the contract, or, let's keep it simple, you tell me the truth."
Luo Yi lowered his eyes, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, he looked so young and innocent, he was silent for a moment, then the corners of his lips slightly raised, showing a light smile: "What truth do you want to hear?"
Looking at Luo Yi's careless smile, Wen Xiaohui's heart fell to the ground. He couldn't help throwing the letter on Luo Yi's face, and shouted: "Are you lying to me from the beginning!"
Luo Yi sighed lightly: "Brother Xiaohui, you are still the same as before, so stupid, if you don't know anything, or pretend you don't know anything, I can treat you very well."
"Luo Yi!" Wen Xiaohui yelled violently, rushed forward, and punched Luo Yi in the face.
Luo Yi didn't dodge, and took this heavy punch abruptly. He backed up a few steps, and he didn't stabilize his body until he grabbed the sofa. He stuck out his tongue, licked the stinging corner of his mouth, and tasted a trace of blood. He looked at Wen Xiaohui, whose eyes were red, with deep gloom in his eyes. This punch was really painful, but compared to the indescribable discomfort in the heart, it was nothing at all.
Wen Xiaohui only felt a sharp pain in his heart, and tears burst out: "You fucking do it for money? Just for money?! Do you think I'll take it if you give me so much money! Dare I take it! Why don't you fucking just say it, Why are you lying to me!"
Luo Yi said lightly: "I have observed you for a while, you are vain, superficial, and love to show off. I don't think you will give up your inheritance."
Wen Xiaohui's breathing was trembling, Luo Yi's every word pierced his heart like a knife: "So...you forged a suicide note and approached me with the relationship of parenting, just to make me trust you and give the inheritance... you."
Luo Yi was silent.
"Even if you didn't think I would give up my inheritance at the beginning, you didn't believe me during those two years together, and you still lied to me to sign the contract. If you ask me, I will give it to you, and I will give it to you! "He trusted Luo Yi wholeheartedly. He thought that even if Luo Yi behaved differently from ordinary people, he would at least treat him wholeheartedly. In the end, everything was fake, and even Luo Yi was still guarding against him in the end. Signed the transfer contract without knowing it. What kind of deep scheming is this? In order to gain his complete trust, he did not hesitate to spend such a long time until he was sure that he would not embezzle the inheritance before completing the final step of the plan.
He couldn't believe it. After three years of relationship, he just played a game of chess with someone, and finally found that he was not an opponent, but used a discarded piece!
Luo Yi looked up at Wen Xiaohui, his expression was tired: "You are not wrong, but my mother left you the things I need. However, I am still willing to give them back to you, but not now, one day... "
"Who the hell wants you to pay it back!" Wen Xiaohui roared, "Just treat me as blind! I, Wen Xiaohui, am fucking blind!" He was in so much pain that he was at a loss, he didn't even know how to get out of here, how to welcome tomorrow, How is he going to pick himself up when everything he believes in is falling apart
Luo Yi took a step forward: "Brother Xiaohui..."
Wen Xiaohui took a step back: "Why did you help me, Raven, Mr. Luo, these people, why did you do those things?" He has fallen into the trap that Luo Yi stepped into. Thinking about it now, he repeatedly used Luo Yi's kindness to him to beautify and justify all of Luo Yi's abnormal behaviors.
"... In order to let you have no worries about food and clothing, there is a thin desire for money."
Wen Xiaohui couldn't suppress his grief and anger, and blushed and growled, "Luo Yi, go to hell!" He really couldn't stay in this place any longer, and everything in this room carried what he and Luo Yi had once had. The sweet bits of happiness, those laughs are still echoing in his ears, the pictures of those memories are still colorful, now all the things that once made him happy have become great irony, cutting him mercilessly like knives Feeling nervous, he turned and rushed to the door.
Looking at Wen Xiaohui's panicked back, Luo Yi's heart tightened, he strode up, and pushed back heavily the door that Wen Xiaohui had opened.
With a loud bang, the solid wooden door seemed to close the hearts of the two, erecting a barrier between them.
Wen Xiaohui turned his head viciously, Luo Yi pinched his chin, and kissed his lips violently.
After Wen Xiaohui was shocked, he struggled like crazy and bit Luo Yi's lips viciously with his teeth. Immediately, the smell of blood filled their mouths, adding a taste of despair to this rough kiss.
"Luo Yi, I'll fuck your ancestor!" Wen Xiaohui's eyes were bloodshot, wishing he could strangle the man in front of him to death.
Luo Yi grabbed both of his wrists with one hand and pressed them against his chest, holding him firmly, his chest heaving violently: "Brother Xiaohui, calm down."
"let me go!"
"Calm down!" Luo Yi shouted sharply.
Wen Xiaohui was shocked and looked at Luo Yi stiffly.
Luo Yi carefully looked at Wen Xiaohui's embarrassed face, and said softly: "President Chang is looking for you, does he want something from your mother?"
Wen Xiaohui only felt an illusion of cardiac arrest.
Luo Yi stretched out his finger, and his fingertips slid across Wen Xiaohui's face lovingly: "I've already found that thing at your house, if he comes to you again, tell him, it's in my hands."
Wen Xiaohui stared: "My house... yes, you did it? Thieves, set fire... you did it?"
"I'm not the thief." Luo Yi said calmly, "The president sent someone to do it."
"My mother was at home at the time..." Wen Xiaohui's eyes were filled with hatred and fear, "Do you want to burn her to death?"
"I had no intention of hurting her, so I led her out."
Wen Xiaohui bit Luo Yi's shoulder, biting hard, as if he wanted to bite off a piece of meat.
Luo Yi frowned, and sweat broke out on his forehead, but he didn't stop Wen Xiaohui.
Wen Xiaohui pushed Luo Yi away with all his strength, he felt that his soul had been emptied, and deep in his heart, something completely disappeared. With his back against the door, he murmured, "Monster."
Luo Yi looked at the bloody tooth marks on his shoulder and remained silent.
"... Monster, Luo Yi, you monster."
Luo Yi tilted his neck and looked at him: "Monster, me? That's right, it's me."
Wen Xiaohui opened the door again.
"Brother Xiaohui." Luo Yi's voice sounded from behind him, the voice was hollow: "Can you pretend that nothing happened?"
Wen Xiaohui rushed out the door.
He ran wildly in the dark night, and ran a whole street in one breath, before he collapsed on the side of the road, leaning on the telephone pole, crying bitterly.
Crazy, everything is crazy.
What is there to believe in the world when the people he trusts the most set the cruelest deception
Wen Xiaohui felt that he was going crazy, he didn't know how to digest all this, within two days, he seemed to have lost everything, a warm relative, a perfect lover, and a well-crafted dream.
He wished that time could stop here, because he didn't know what to do in the next second, what to do tomorrow, and what to do in the future. What he experienced was not a simple lovelorn, nor was it a simple deception. What Luo Yi did Everything, destroyed a part of him, the part called love and trust.
Wen Xiaohui didn't know how he got home that day. He locked himself in the room, neither eating nor drinking. His mother almost broke in. Finally, he heard a familiar voice before opening the door.
Luo Rui appeared in front of him with two dark circles under his eyes. The moment he opened the door, Luo Rui gave him a strong hug.
He hugged Luo Rui's thin body, it was so warm, like walking in the snow for a long time, his whole body was frozen, the moment he got close to the fire, all he felt was pain, so he felt pain, headache, body pain, Distressed.
The pain made it hard for him to breathe.
Luo Rui closed the door, held his face in his hands, and asked with a sob: "What's the matter, Xiao Hui, don't scare me, what's the matter with you? I've never seen you like this."
Wen Xiaohui looked at him, but his eyes were out of focus, and he whispered, "He lied to me."
"Who? Is it Luo Yi?"
"He lied to me, since three years ago." Wen Xiaohui took a deep breath, "Can you believe it, he has lied to me since three years ago, everything is fake, there is no suicide note, no parenting relationship, nothing , he made it up."
Luo Rui was shocked, and tremblingly said: "Why, why, Xiao Hui, do you know what you are talking about?"
Wen Xiaohui said hoarsely: "For the inheritance, my sister left most of the inheritance to me. He approached me to get back this inheritance."
Luo Rui's legs were weak, and tears rolled down his face. He hugged Wen Xiaohui, heartbroken, but he couldn't find words to comfort him for a while.
Witnessing his and Luo Yi's journey along the way, Luo Rui couldn't imagine that those happiness and sweetness were all fake, why did he ruin people's hearts like this? Just for money? !
Wen Xiaohui hugged Luo Rui's waist, tears streaming from his eyes: "It's all fake, it's all fake."
Luo Rui bit her lips tightly, unable to speak a word.
The two hugged each other and cried, feeling helpless like an invisible layer of air, wrapping them and suffocating them.
Wen Xiaohui didn't know how long he had been crying in Luo Rui's arms that day. He fell asleep, then woke up again, was fed by Luo Rui, and fell asleep again. This went on and on for several days. He couldn't remember the change of day and night, and he was so busy Like thick fog flowing in the air, and as fast as sand flowing away from the palm of your hand.
Until one day, when he woke up, he opened his eyes and felt that he could no longer fall asleep. He felt that his soul seemed to belong to him. He began to feel his hands and feet, and he began to see, hear, and feel .
Luo Rui has been guarding and taking care of him at his house. In a few days, he has lost a lot of weight.
Wen Xiaohui watched him sleeping soundly next to her, and gently touched his face.
Luo Rui woke up immediately: "Xiaohui."
Wen Xiaohui looked at him: "What day is it?"
"... the sixth day." Luo Rui stared at him with wide eyes, "Are you feeling better?"
"The sixth day." Wen Xiaohui thought for a while, "Isn't it time to go to work?"
"I asked for leave for you, you don't have to rush."
Wen Xiaohui turned over and got out of bed: "Why don't you go, I have a job."
Luo Rui also got out of bed, and said nervously: "Xiao Hui, don't go, please go when you feel better."
Wen Xiaohui stopped holding the clothes: "Luo Rui, I need to make more money."
"ah?"
"My house needs to be renovated, so I can't live without money. I want to move back soon." Wen Xiaohui's eyes gradually turned red, "I want to return this house and the three million to Luo Yi. These things make me feel very nausea."
Luo Rui choked up and said, "Okay."
"It's disgusting..." Wen Xiaohui trembled, "Everything is disgusting."
He seemed to have slept for a long time, sleeping during the day and sleeping during the day, and sleeping after eating. He really couldn't fall asleep today, maybe it's time to wake up.