Xia You Arbor: Looking to Heaven

Chapter 92: A Sudden Change (1)
Xia Tong turned around and saw Qu Weiran standing not far away with her schoolbag in her hand, frowning slightly: "What are you doing, I've been waiting for you for half an hour."

"Ah?" Of course Xia Tong knew that Qu Weiran was waiting for her. They made an agreement at the beginning of school to go home together every week.

"Ah, sorry."

Qu Weiran turned around and reached out to her: "Hurry up."

Xia Tong ran over without thinking, and handed him her hand.Qu Weiran held tightly and pulled Xia Tong past Qu Ningyuan. Qu Ningyuan looked at the two of them indifferently, but Qu Weiran didn't look sideways, not even looking at Qu Ningyuan out of the corner of his eye.

Qu Ningyuan clenched his hands lightly, Qu Weiran tilted his head slightly, and when turning a corner, he inadvertently glanced back at Qu Ningyuan, with a trace of contempt and deep disgust in his eyes.

"You seem... to hate him?" Xia Tong looked up at him and asked in a soft voice.

Qu Weiran withdrew his gaze: "Yes."

"Why?" Xia Tong secretly asked, could it be because of me?Oh, I'm so sorry, thinking about it, I blushed with joy.

Qu Weiran glanced at her calmly, guessing what she was thinking, and couldn't help but chuckle.

"What are you laughing at?"

"No."

"Why do you hate him?" Xia Tong continued to ask.

"Because..." Qu Weiran lowered his eyes and replied, "We have different fates from our father."

When Qu Weiran said this, his voice was very soft and his tone was very light.

"What do you mean?" Xia Tong opened his eyes wide in surprise, and asked with difficulty, "Could it be that your rich father is Qu Ningyuan's father?"

Qu Weiran looked straight ahead and gave a cold "hmm".

It was just this soft tone, but Xia Tong could still hear a hint of jealousy and accusations against the unfairness of fate.

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Xia Tong turned to look at Qu Weiran's profile, no wonder they look so alike...

God is really unfair, the two of them have the same outstanding appearance, the same excellent quality, and even the same blood, but...

One lives in heaven and the other lives in hell.

When Qu Weiran in hell has no one to compare with, he may not feel how painful hell is and how pitiful he is, but the appearance of Qu Ningyuan broke his peace of mind, and he suddenly discovered how much fate treats him Harsh, it gave Qu Ningyuan everything, but refused to give him a little bit.

Xia Tong couldn't help but clenched Qu Weiran's hand, as if wanting to pass on his strength to him, wanting to tell him, hey, don't be sad, there is someone more unlucky than you next to you.

As if feeling it, Qu Weiran lowered his head and smiled softly.

Xia Tong wanted to ask something more, but Qu Weiran acted like she didn't want to talk any more, so she retreated consciously. On the way home, Qu Weiran didn't say anything, and when he didn't speak, Xia Tong didn't know what to say. They could only stay beside him quietly, and the car shook them to the familiar station, crossed the road ahead, walked along the path, and it was the courtyard house where they lived.

The two walked into the courtyard one after the other, Xia Tong said goodbye, Qu Weiran nodded, and continued to walk forward without stopping. When he reached the door of the house, he suddenly felt someone following him. When he turned his head, he saw Xia Tong was carrying her schoolbag and looked at him with big eyes. Seeing him turn around, she quickly showed a timid smile.

Qu Weiran asked: "Didn't you go home? Why are you following me?"

"Hmm..." Xia Tong lowered her head, "Well, I, I don't know many of the new courses I teach..."

Qu Weiran looked at her with a look of disbelief.

Xia Tong blushed, wrung her fingers habitually, and faltered and answered honestly: "I don't know why I followed you."

Qu Weiran's serious face could no longer hold back, and he burst out laughing.

Xia Tong's face turned even redder, and she quickly turned around and ran away: "I'm going home."

"Okay." Qu Weiran held her back, "Come play at my house for a while."

Qu Weiran turned and opened the door of the house, Xia Tong followed behind, the layout of the room was still the same as before, nothing had changed, it was just that the house that hadn't come back for a month seemed covered with dust.

Qu Weiran put the schoolbag on the sofa, turned to look at Xia Tong and said, "Sit down wherever you want, I'll go and see if there is water."

"En." Xia Tong put the schoolbag beside Qu Weiran's schoolbag, and sat down by himself.

Suddenly, she heard the sound of iron chains colliding in the room behind her, one after another, mixed with the voice of a man.

Xia Tong stood up curiously, walked to the door of the room, gently pushed the wooden door open, suddenly a man rushed towards her, Xia Tong screamed in fright, and sat down on the ground as soon as his legs gave way.

The man clapped his hands happily, the iron chains tied on his hands and feet rattled, he stared at Xia Tong strangely, and murmured, he didn't know what to say, his eyes looked scary Terrible, as if an extremely hungry person is staring at a long-lost delicacy.

Xia Tong's heart trembled for a while, and he backed away tremblingly.

"Are you okay?" Hearing Xia Tong's cry, Qu Weiran hurried over, glanced at the man in the room, and closed the door behind him.

Through the wooden door, Xia Tong heard the eerie sound of iron chains and the man's incomprehensible whispers again, and she swallowed hard.

"Scared you?" Qu Weiran reached out and helped Xia Tong up.

Xia Tong's legs trembled a little: "You locked him like this?"

"Ah."

Xia Tong asked cautiously: "Isn't it good to tie him up like this?"

"Let him go free, my mother and I are not on good terms." Qu Weiran shrugged, and said calmly, "Besides, I live in the school now, and I locked him up because I was afraid that he would hurt others. Moreover, he is sober When I want to, I want to."

"Has he ever been sober?"

Qu Weiran shook his head: "It's been a long time since he woke up, he could still call my name before, but now he even forgot my name."

"I think... Shouldn't it be better to send him to the hospital?"

"My mother is reluctant, afraid that she won't see him, and also afraid that he will suffer."

"But this... I always feel like this..."

"Scary?" Qu Weiran asked with a chuckle.

Xia Tong nodded vigorously.

Qu Weiran raised his hand and rubbed Xia Tong's hair: "Don't be afraid."

"Aren't you afraid?" With such a terrible patient at home, isn't he never afraid?

"Just get used to it." Qu Weiran and La Xiatong sat down.

Habit?

(End of this chapter)