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Chapter 268 I Have Been Owing To Him All The Time

"Brother Jie called me and said that he saw Brother Xing and Han Li after school. Her little uncle came to pick her up. She couldn't make it through and was afraid of something, so she called me." He Xiangyang said There was no emotion when I said this, I was simply describing the facts.

"It was at this point when I came here, and the phone was turned off when I called you. I thought I might miss it when I walked over, so I might as well squat here and wait." Then, he complained again, "Who knows what you're doing?" I was so dawdling that I was about to fall asleep.”

Cheng Xu rolled his eyes and said to him: "Don't worry about it, you are still asleep, I see you staring at the movie very energetically."

While speaking, Jing Xing had already come down from the second floor. He took a glass of water, put it on the table, and looked up: "Aren't you going back?"

Liang Jidong and Cheng Xu shook their heads together: "If you don't go back, I told my mother that I will stay with you today."

Jing Xing looked at He Xiangyang again.

He Xiangyang patted his dirt-stained skirt cherishingly, and said, "Brother, I came all the way here, don't you still want to kick me out? Look at my skirt is dirty, huh. "

"..." Jing Xing made a stop gesture, and said with some headache, "Okay, old rules, in the guest room on the second floor, I have no problem with those who want to sleep on the floor, and those who want to sleep on the sofa, clean it up after getting up tomorrow." gone."

"No problem, no problem." Cheng Xu quickly responded happily.

The room was very quiet, there was no other sound, in the darkness, Lin Qingyou could only hear her very light breathing.

Half Moon Bay is a high-end villa area with a small population. It is much quieter than the downtown old city at night.

Although her eyelids were heavy, Lin Qingyou couldn't fall asleep. Cheng Xu's words kept ringing in her ears over and over again, and she felt like a heavy stone was pressing on her heart, and she felt a little stuck.

After tossing and turning for a while, she lifted the quilt and sat up. She picked up her phone and saw that it was already two o'clock in the morning.

After sitting by the bed for a few minutes, Lin Qingyou looked up at the window, then suddenly lightened her steps, opened the door and walked out.

There was only one light left in the corridor, and she leaned her back against the white wall, looking up slightly at the paintings hanging on both sides of the corridor.

When she came to Jing Xing's house last time, she noticed that there were more than a dozen hand-painted oil paintings of different sizes hanging on the walls on both sides of the corridor, all in cool tones of black, white and gray.

Glaciers, deep seas, and most of the oil paintings are painted on this kind of thing, which looks inexplicably depressing.

Lin Qingyou stared at the gray and white glacier in front of her for a while, and suddenly heard a hoarse voice coming from the shadow on her left: "These are all drawn by Brother Xing himself."

There was a sudden sound, which startled her. She turned her head to look over, only to realize that there was a person squatting in the shadow in front of her.

"...He Xiangyang?" The light was too dim, and Lin Qingyou couldn't see his appearance and figure clearly, so he could only recognize him by his voice.

"Yeah." He Xiangyang grabbed his skirt, walked over from the shadows, fixed his eyes on her, and said with a smile, "Sister Qingyou hasn't slept yet?"

"Ah, I can't sleep." Lin Qingyou said.

"It's not scared by the movie I watched, is it?" He Xiangyang slapped his head while talking, with an exaggerated tone of fear, "If you are scared by it, I think Brother Xing will be killed I."

"No, I slept too much during the day today." Lin Qingyou couldn't help laughing at his tone.

He Xiangyang also laughed along with her: "Look, are you smiling?"

"Huh?" Lin Qingyou blinked, puzzled.

"Since you came back, you seem to have something on your mind." He Xiangyang stopped pulling his little white skirt now, leaned his head against the wall, and asked, "Is it because of Brother Xing?" ?”

Lin Qingyou was silent for a moment when he heard this question, then sighed and nodded: "Yes, I am very worried about him."

This matter will always be a knot in his heart, but she can only watch in vain, powerless.

"Sister Qingyou, in fact, I have always wanted to say sorry to Brother Xing." He Xiangyang's face was hidden under the dim light, and Lin Qingyou could only hear his deep and hoarse voice coming from the darkness, like Separated by a transparent film, "This matter has nothing to do with him, he never owed me anything, I owe him all the time."

Lin Qingyou turned her head, even though she couldn't see his expression clearly, she could hear the heavy emotion in his voice.

He Xiangyang laughed self-deprecatingly, squinting his eyes as if caught in some kind of long-term memory: "If you count the friendship between the Jing family and the He family, it should have started from the generation of my grandparents. It’s been a year, and the two families can be regarded as family friends, so Brother Xing and I have been friends since we were young, and it can be said that we grew up together.”

"I have been a very unpleasant child since I was a child, because I am different from other boys. I don't like to play football or fight. I only like to wear small skirts and braids like girls."

"At that time, not only the elders in the family pointed at me, but even the children around me rejected me, saying that I was neither male nor female. Only brother Xing was willing to play with me."

"I don't think I did anything wrong, but because I like different things from others, do you think I'm an outlier? When a girl cuts her hair short and looks cool, adults will praise her for having a personality, but If boys do it the other way around, they will be called psychopaths."

He Xiangyang said to himself with some doubts: "I like little skirts and boys like to play basketball. There is no essential difference. Why do you look at me with colored eyes?"

Lin Qingyou's throat felt a little stuffy.

"Sister Qingyou, do you know? In fact, the eyes of others don't matter to me. The biggest pressure comes from the so-called family instead."

He smiled lowly, with a strong sense of self-deprecation.

"Because of my personality preference, being beaten has become a common occurrence, so Han Li's incident has no effect on me at all. Compared with what I have suffered since I was a child, it is nothing."

"I have never complained to Brother Xing. PTSD is a problem between myself and my original family, and has nothing to do with him. It's just that during that time, my family put too much pressure on me, and I felt that it was too difficult to endure, so I was like a drowning person. Clinging to him like a driftwood, at the end of the day, I owe him all the time."

He Xiangyang originally thought that these things would be buried forever in an invisible corner, and that he would never see the light of day until he died, but he never expected that the moment he really said it, his whole body would lighten up , as if the heavy shackles that bound the body were instantly removed.

(End of this chapter)