What Miss, who is Miss? Shen Jue almost thought that he heard it wrong, but Xia Houlin lingered on the corner of his lips with his eyes closed, and he still murmured to himself, "Miss."
It turned out that Xia Houlin already had someone in his heart, someone he didn't know. After hiding it carefully for so long, I only dare to say it when I am unprepared and delirious. Shen Jue's mind went blank, sadness and anger came to his heart little by little. With red eyes, he grabbed Xia Houlin's neck and pressed him to the bed, and asked angrily, "Who is the eldest miss?"
Xia Houlin bumped his head on the pillow and gradually recovered. The hand around his neck slowly tightened, he felt a little suffocated, he grabbed the hand subconsciously, opened his eyes, and saw Shen Jue gnashing his teeth.
He was stunned for a moment, but before he could react, Shen Jue's cold white body with interlaced hickeys slammed into his eyes, and there was a loud bang in his head. What's going on here? He remembered that he had been drinking, his body was hot, his body was not right, and there was... He looked at Shen Jue in shock.
Shen Jue looked at his shocked expression, her heart ached, she silently got up from him, got out of bed and put on her clothes with her back to him. The pure white coat was pulled up from the shoulders, and the plum blossom-like hickey was hidden underneath, as if a secret was deeply hidden. He glanced back at Xia Houlin coldly, and walked away. Xia Houlin reached out to reach his wrist, but at the moment he touched it, he retracted it as if he was burned. He wanted to explain, but what? The facts were clearly in front of him, he bullied Shen Jue, and it was hard to stop him.
He had a splitting headache. He sat on the bed and covered his head. The moment he lowered his head, he saw two dark red bloodstains on the mattress, two very regular circles, one large and one small, like two clusters of small flames, burning him. eye. He's not an idiot who doesn't understand human affairs, he knows where the blood comes from. He was finished, he not only bullied Shen Jue, but also hurt him. How could he, such a proud person, who struggled to hold his head up even if he was trampled in the mud, could endure such humiliation
Shen Jue didn't know how he got out of the house and how he walked into such a long corridor. The rain sounded like a tide, the dark night was covered with thin threads, and the ground was glistening with the reflection of the rain. From the light, he saw his dark shadow, alone.
"Godfather, godfather, what's the matter?" Shen Wenxing caught up while tying his button, he heard the sound and got up quickly, just as he saw Shen Jue walk out of the yard in a state of despair, with a plain straight tie on his body. I don't know if it's wrong.
Shen Jue's eyes could almost be described as deadly, he looked at the pouring rain and said, "Go check, all the women that Xia Houlin has been in contact with, check them all for me, and screen out a woman named 'eldest miss', come back tell me."
Shen Wenxing left in a hurry, Shen Jue turned around and continued walking. He didn't know where he was going, so he stopped and happened to be at the door of the study. He opened the door, stepped over the threshold, closed the door behind him, and pressed against the door panel. sit down. The room was dark, only dim light penetrated through the window screens, the raindrops outside were crackling against the windows, and the sound of rain all over the world.
Shen Wenxing came back in less than an hour. He didn't expect to find it so soon, and he wasn't ready yet, as if there was a knife hanging from his neck, and before he could close his eyes, the knife was already cut. down.
"We found these letters at Lord Xiahou's house and went to the official post to question the post. This 'eldest miss' is from Hangzhou, surnamed Zhao, was pregnant before marriage, was kicked out of the house, and now lives next to Lingyin Temple "Shen Wenxing shoved the letter through the crack of the door, "The child is four or five years old, and Lord Xiahou has sent money to their mother and daughter three times since the new year. Check?"
"No need." Shen Jue's voice was unbelievably hoarse. He opened the letters and read them one by one. The woman had a very beautiful handwriting, and was talking about how difficult these years have been. When he saw her calling Xiahoulin "Lin Lang", what a tender and sweet address, what should Xiahoulin call her? Maybe there is also a boring title. With trembling hands, he rubbed the letters in his palm, his heart seemed to be torn open inch by inch, and the pain was bloody.
He sat in the dark and endured the heartache, but he couldn't help it, the pain was too intense, as if three souls and seven souls were torn apart. He wanted to hate Xia Houlin, he lied to him, the only family member, or the one who gave his life to him, was a lie. But he also clearly knew that he was the one to blame himself. This was a catastrophe.
He has no treasures, the treasures belong to others, he only has dust in his heart, desolate and desolate. He covered his face with a low smile, and the laugh turned into a cry. He thought he was stupid and cried for this kind of thing. He wiped his tears with his sleeves, but the tears could not be stopped, like a river bursting its banks, pouring out his heart full of grief. Suddenly he didn't want to wipe, so he stopped and wept silently into the darkness.
"Godfather, there is something else." Shen Wenxing's voice suddenly rang.
He didn't answer.
"Master Xiahou has been kneeling here for an hour, you... do you want to see him?"
There was still no sound inside, Shen Wenxing knew the answer, turned his head to look into the rain, the man in black was kneeling in the middle of the yard, soaked all over, his hair stuck to his face in strands of hair. Today's rain was so heavy that it seemed that the whole Tianhe River was pouring down, and Xia Houlin knelt silently in the torrential rain, like a rock that couldn't speak.
"Master Xiahou, come back tomorrow." Shen Wenxing rushed into the rain to persuade him, "Godfather is angry, wait for him to calm down, and he will be fine tomorrow!"
Xia Houlin slowly shook his head, despair written all over his face. He looked down at his hands, and suddenly started to slap himself. After the left palm was slapped, he changed his right palm, and after the right palm was slapped, he changed his left palm. The sound of slaps faintly spread into the wind, and was soon buried in the heavy rain.
"What are you doing!" Shen Wenxing grabbed his hand.
Xia Houlin pushed him away, continued to fan, and said, "I'm a beast, a beast."
"What's the matter today? It's so good on weekdays that I wish I could be together, but after one night's work, it's turned against each other?" The person agreed, the lights were not lit, and the two people inside and outside the door were like ghosts.
Xia Houlin stopped his hand and started to kowtow. The rain splashed under his forehead, slowly turning crimson, and flowing out along the gurgling water, like a wisp of scattered vermilion ink. He didn't seem to feel the pain anymore, only the boundless cold spread deep into his heart from the fingertips that touched the rain. What lingered in his mind was the shadow of Shen Jue, the red marks on his pale body, and his angry eyes that wanted to kill.
He knew they were over, and he didn't even have the qualifications to stay by his side. He is a beast that deserves to be killed, and even falling into Avici Hell will not make up for his sins.
I don't know how long it took, when the rain gradually subsided, the door finally opened, a hole in the dark hole, the candle inside lit up, through the soft smoke on the door, it was like smoke through the rain curtain. Shen Wenxing waved at him, motioning him to hurry in. Xia Houlin got up from the rain, and his whole body was dripping with water, as if he had been fished out of a river. He wiped his face, and when he stood up for a moment, his head was a little dizzy, and he almost lost his stability. He closed his eyes, took heavy steps to the edge of the threshold, and wiped the water off his body before entering the door.
Shen Jue sat behind the case, lowered her eyes, her neckline was not turned up, revealing a little red dot, Xia Houlin's eyes seemed to be burnt, and he looked away in a panic.
Shen Wenxing closed the door, leaving only the two of them in the huge room. One person was standing wet, his hair still dripping with water, and one person was sitting, cold and expressionless, like an ice sculpture.
"Xiahou Ran," Shen Jue pushed the two yellow papers in front of Xia Hou Ran, adjusted his voice, and said, "This is your guide and household registration. Don't go back to the East Factory from tomorrow, you can go."
Xiahou stared blankly at the two pieces of tissue paper, "Let's go?"
"I'm tired, I don't want to..." Shen Jue paused, and continued with difficulty, "I don't want to continue like this. I'm so tired, ten years, it's long enough, it's time to end. You don't have to blame yourself. What, you're not wrong, it's me who is wrong. Let's go, Xiahou Lin."
He said this, his heart seemed to be crushed. He wanted to never fight again, and he didn't have to fight. Longer pain is worse than short-term pain, and it's not like he hasn't tasted pain, so there's nothing to be afraid of. He felt better when he thought about it this way. He raised his eyes, only to meet Xiahou's sad eyes. He looked at him so bitterly, like an abandoned lone wolf.
What does it mean? Shen Jue's heart throbbed, he has always been soft-hearted towards Xiahou Rin, as long as he said a word, his life could be taken for him. But why be sad? Wouldn't it be nice if he let him go to the eldest lady and let him reunite with his family? He forced himself to smile and said, "If you don't take her over, you are afraid of Jialan. It doesn't matter, Xia Houlin, you can go to her. I will give you a new identity. Miss, and your child, go anywhere. Only one thing, never go back to Beijing, never appear in front of me. "
Xia Houlin didn't speak for a long time, until Shen Jue saw a drop of crystal light passing in front of his eyes, hitting the blue brick on the ground with a very soft sound.
Xia Houlin was crying.
Shen Jue was almost on the verge of collapsing, the indescribable anguish and grief were layered on top of each other, as if the embankment was about to burst in the next moment. Separation is always painful, he remembered their separation many years ago, in the alley of Xie Mansion, in the silent palace. He clenched his fists and told himself that it's okay, it doesn't matter, he'll be fine, he's the palm print of the Slijian, the admiral of the East Factory, what kind of injury has he not suffered? What kind of injury is not good
He stood up and walked away. When walking around the desk and passing by Xia Houlin, Xia Houlin grabbed his wrist. He earned it, but didn't earn it. Xia Houlin's palm was very hot, burning him like a charcoal fire.
"Master, do you want to know who the eldest miss is?" Xia Houlu whispered. His voice was hoarse, like rubbing a handful of sand in his throat, and it was almost indistinguishable in the pattering rain.
Shen Jue wanted to say no, he didn't want to know the details about that woman at all, he thought of "Lang Lang", thought of that private child, just thinking about it was like being strangled by the throat, the pain was so hard to breathe.
But Xia Houlin continued to talk to himself, "Do you remember the first time we met, you were beaten by Xie Jingtao. I thought at that time, this young master is really weak, and he has the strength to fight back. No, if it was me, I would have beaten them all down. You are so good-looking, I wonder if you gave up, it turned out to be a sissy." He smiled with tears in his eyes, and continued, "Afterwards You still wanted to hit me, but I hit the ground again and cried. Do you remember
"Afterwards, I became your servant. Every day I had to sweep the floor, mop the floor and wash the dishes, and I had to help you do the laundry. But you are so annoying. If your clothes are not clean, you have to wash them again. I have to take a bath three times, Xia Houlin has not seen you like this in 12 years of my life. So... I secretly gave you a nickname."
Shen Jue's body froze.
Xia Houlin took a breath and said softly, "Young master, there are no women and no children. That is a debt of love owed by Seventeen for borrowing my identity." He smiled bleakly, "Miss is you, always It's all you."
At that moment, the sound of rain subsided, the world was silent, and Shen Jue could no longer hear any other sound. In the long silence, he turned his head slowly and met Xiahou's sad eyes.
"I'm sorry, sir, I like you."