Yan Qiwei sighed on the glass window, and her fingertips landed on the condensed white mist.
Liang, night.
She wrote these two all-too-familiar words stroke by stroke, then quickly erased them. When her palm passed by the window, a biting chill came in extremely sharply, causing her to lose her senses for a while.
Since she fell in love with Liang Xiao, Yan Qiwei has practiced his name over and over in textbooks, notebooks and scratch paper, and tore them up again and again and threw them in the trash so that no one could see them.
These two words are the secrets in her heart, even with the admiration that she can't express no matter what.
Xia Xi said that she was moved by herself and acted in a one-man show for three years, but the male protagonist never appeared. But Liang Xiao made no secret of his disgust and rejection of all the opposite sex who deliberately got close to him. Rather than being hated by him, it would be better to be a stranger honestly.
The snow was still falling outside the window, which reminded Yan Qiwei of a certain noon in college. It was snowing heavily that day, and she happened to meet Liang Xiao in the library.
She didn't dare to sit too close, so she could only sit not far away and quietly glanced at him pretending to be reading a book.
At that time, Liang Xiao lowered his head, exuding an icy aura that no strangers should approach, and his delicate silhouette was slightly illuminated by the mottled sunlight. Suddenly he raised his head, so frightened that Yan Qiwei hurriedly covered her cheeks with a book.
He didn't look at her, but looked sideways at the glass window on the side, stretched out his hand and wrote two small words on the white air.
After Liang Xiao left, she pretended to pass by the window inadvertently, and when her eyes fell on the two vague handwritings, her whole heart shuddered.
Vivi.
He wrote the name in neat italics, secretly but cautiously, just like when Yan Qiwei wrote his name.
That's her nickname.
When you have a secret love, you can always think of a lot from a small detail that has nothing to do with yourself. If this is a campus love story about a two-way secret love, maybe Liang Xiao has been paying attention to her silently since a long time ago.
But Yan Qiwei knew that these two words had nothing to do with her. Liang Xiao had a little girl hidden in her heart, but it would never be her.
"Weiwei, have you seen Auntie?"
Her thoughts were interrupted by Chen Jiayi behind her. Yan Qiwei turned her head and listened to her continue to say, "Mahjong game is short of three, so she is missing."
Now Liang Xiao's injury is more than half healed. Although he still refuses to have contact with strangers, normal communication is not a problem. The Liang family specially prepared a small party today. The banquet was filled with relatives and close personal friends, with the intention of introducing this long-lost child to them.
The wives are keen on poker games, and they gathered several tables in no time. Yan Qiwei thought about it carefully and answered slowly, "She seems to have appeared in the back garden before, do you want me to look for it?"
Chen Jiayi was busy entertaining and couldn't get away, and nodded gratefully to her.
The original owner had a cold temper and was not close to her relatives, so very few people took the initiative to talk to her, which just happened to save the trouble of forcing a smile.
The garden, swimming pool, gym and other facilities in the Liang family mansion are all available, and the beautiful snow scene in the back garden has attracted many girls to watch. Yan Qiwei glanced at the women who were walking together in twos and threes. After confirming that there was no auntie, she was about to leave when she overheard their conversation.
She froze, and the feet she just raised fell silently.
"Poor, pitiful, that child suffered this kind of crime at a young age. I heard that not only was he beaten all over, but he also suffered from mental problems."
"I think he's completely abolished. More than ten years of youth have been wasted like this. Now that he can't become a martial artist, he can still see the face."
"The three children of the Liang family are also really funny, a dead face with a violent temper, a silly young master, and now there are more trash, it's really a joke."
"Chen Jiayi said not long ago that her sickly daughter had become obedient as if she had suddenly become enlightened, but Liang Wei's half-dead face—"
Before this sentence was over, the speaker was stunned in place with a pale face.
The youngest daughter of the Liang family, whom she named "Dead Face", was standing not far away with her arms folded in front of her chest, with a playful smile on her pale face, staring straight at her.
"What's the matter? Go on, I haven't heard enough." She smiled and blinked her eyes, seeing that the women remained silent with embarrassed expressions, then she smiled and said fiercely, "Obviously under the care of the Liang family, I still have to I don't expect middle-aged women to be so rude behind their backs. If you let me hear such words again... Then please pack your bags and go back to your hometown."
Yan Qiwei was very angry. They can say that they have a bad temper, or they can say that Liang Bozhong is a naughty young master, but they cannot use the very insulting word "trash" to describe Liang Xiao.
Today's teenager is like a fledgling bird with not yet full wings, scarred, helpless, and ignorant of the outside world, but one day he will grow up and become an eagle soaring high.
The whole sky is his property.
Several women were distant relatives under the shelter of the Liang family. They knew the power of their own family, and naturally knew that the phrase "pack up and go back to their hometown" in her mouth was not a lie.
- The Liang family can take them to heaven, and they can easily drag them into hell.
"Yes, I'm sorry, we are just talking nonsense." Apologizing to the junior is not a glorious thing, the leading woman raised her eyes with a guilty conscience, and her eyes moved to a place behind her unconsciously, "Don't you brothers and sisters? Take it to heart."
Siblings
Yan Qiwei's heart skipped a beat, and she turned around quickly, only to meet a pair of dark eyes.
Liang Xiao didn't know how long he stood behind her, he didn't speak, and smiled at her very lightly: "Let's go."
The surroundings were quiet, and faint laughter came from the house. Yan Qiwei's arrogant arrogance just now collapsed because of his appearance, her mind was a mess, and her heart seemed to be pulled up.
She was speechless for a while, so she could only obediently follow Liang Xiao and leave the back garden.
He must be miserable.
Liang Xiao is a person with such strong self-esteem, not to mention now that he has just returned home from the deep mountains, and his inferiority complex is rooted in his heart like a weed. If he hears those hurtful words again, Yan Qiwei can't imagine what he will feel in his heart. taste.
"Weiwei." She didn't have time to comfort her, but Liang Xiao said it first, "Don't listen to them, you, you have a good personality and are very energetic every day."
As if to convince her, he emphasized again: "Really, you are very good."
This is to refute the "dead face" and "tempered" they said. He is stupid and can't speak, so he can only comfort her with such green words.
It was obvious that he was the one who was ridiculed the most.
Yan Qiwei has heard many hype and compliments, but there has never been a word like it, which made her heart almost uncontrollable.
A little bird broke free from the shackles at the bottom of her heart, and when its wings spread, it brushed over the softest corners of her heart, stirring up a surge of emotion.
For some reason, she suddenly got up her courage, stepped forward to Liang Xiao's eyes, and told him in a very confident tone, "You're fine too."
Under her gaze, the young boy's dull pupils floated an ethereal light, like ripples on a deep pool. He was a little shy, shook his head and whispered: "I..."
"Our family Liang Xiao looks good-looking, has a gentle personality, is not afraid of hardships, and is especially good at taking care of others. Do you dare to say that he is not good? Be careful I hit you." She frowned in distress, "but he is too stubborn. A little bit, never tell us when we are sad and sad. We are a family, no matter what happens, my parents and I will stand by his side, he can't do everything by himself, sometimes he has to learn Playing coquettish."
Liang Xiao pursed her lips and smiled: "Thank you."
"Coquetry" was a strange word to him.
In the past, he seldom experienced the warmth from others, and a soft word and a gentle look were all extravagant requests. Showing weakness never saved him from being beaten and scolded, and when a belt or a broom fell on him, the teenager gradually learned to grit his teeth and say nothing.
No one knew that he was so envious of a child of the same age who could be cared for in every possible way with just a single tear. It was almost shameful jealousy.
A gust of wind swept past, and the snowflakes fell down in a whirl. The corner of the little girl's lips raised a light arc, and the light in her eyes seemed to be warm, and fell on Liang Xiao's heart with the wind.
Something is quietly melting.
For the first time in the world, he did not avoid her gaze, but raised his eyebrows nervously and looked at her, his voice was soft, as if he had made a great determination: "Weiwei, come here."
Yan Qiwei took a step forward in a daze, and it happened that Liang Xiao also moved closer to her.
The two were very close, and she could feel the warm breath of the young man's body, as well as a faint fragrance of laundry detergent.
His shadow covered her, and all she saw were dark shadows. She didn't dare to look up at his expression, so she could only pretend to straighten her body calmly.
Yan Qiwei's ears blushed unpromisingly, her heart pounding.
Liang Xiao also tensed up because of the tension, and then he stretched out his hand and put his fingers in her soft hair, carefully brushing off a snowflake that had not melted for a long time.
He didn't touch anything other than the hair, but even this movement without leaving any traces made Liang Xiao's heart subconsciously lift.
It's been too long since he took the initiative to touch anyone else.
When the hair slid across the fingertips, there was an unreal touch, and the heart was slightly scratched by the cat's paw, which was inexplicably itchy. Liang Xiao suddenly thought that her body was so warm and soft.
He didn't hate the feeling.
After the snowflakes were brushed off, he quietly took a step back and told her in a slow voice, "Okay."
Yan Qiwei hadn't recovered from her daze just now, when she heard his voice suddenly sounded, she tried her best to restrain her excessively violent heartbeat, and hurriedly said "thank you".
After she said that, she deliberately walked quickly in front of Liang Xiao, the corner of her mouth was a smile that could not be concealed, and the corners of her eyes and brows were full of joyful smiles.
So happy.
It turns out that when I am extremely happy, walking is really like flying lightly.
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