Male God’s Freestyle Flirting

"What did you say?"

Tang Xia didn't hear clearly, and looked up in surprise.

Han Yu's face turned black, and he cursed viciously in his heart: Your uncle's broadcasting room, when is it not good to send out notifications, but this is the time to do so!

But he didn't say it, he just pursed his lips, forced himself to put away his dissatisfied expression, and said dully: "It's nothing, just sit with me for a while."

After the good atmosphere just now was suddenly interrupted, it was impossible to continue. Han Yu felt restless, turned around and walked back to the stairs, and sat down against the rough stone pillars of the rostrum, his white arms casually resting on his knees, shining under the scorching sun.

Tang Xia didn't understand Han Yu's feelings now, but felt that he seemed to be emotional again, so she didn't dare to ask any more questions, so she obediently walked over and sat down carefully beside the young man.

The two chatted one after another, waiting for the men's 400m final.

"How can your parents rest assured that you stay at home alone?" Han Yu suddenly asked this question with a frown.

Tang Xia was taken aback, avoiding the boy's eyes unnaturally, and said with some embarrassment: "My mother... died very early." She rarely mentioned her mother outside, especially when she was a child.

I was ignorant at that time, and I always felt that it was strange that I had fewer mothers than others. The point, what makes her the most unbearable is when other children ask curiously——Tang Xia, Tang Xia, why does your father always come to pick you up after school? where is your mom?

She didn't know how to answer, so she started lying - my mother is very busy and has to go to work.

Gradually, Tang Xia grew up, and although there were very few classmates and friends who were divorced or had single parents, she never lied again.

In fact, not having a mother is not a shameful thing, let alone something worthy of sympathy and pity.

She didn't lack a piece of love, and she even lived so comfortably.

As she grew older, Tang Xia understood many things, and this was one of them.

Han Yu looked at the girl fixedly, and saw that she cast her eyes into the distance, her eyes were slightly in a trance, without focus.

He seemed to have a kind of sympathetic sadness.

Tang Xia is still happier than him.

"Sorry," Han Yu said in a low voice, "I shouldn't have asked."

"No." Tang Xia shrugged her shoulders pretending to be relaxed. In order not to burden the young man, she turned her head and replied with a sweet smile, "My father is teaching at a university, and my brother went to school in other provinces. Although he is very busy, Call me every night."

"Well," Han Yu smiled back and said softly, "I remember you have an older brother who met on New Year's Eve." He paused, and then added, "I also met you at the parent meeting when school started."

"You have a pretty good memory." Tang Xia giggled, and the topic became lighter.

Han Yu also laughed, but the smile suddenly faded away. Tang Xia heard the young man say something vaguely—

"I used to have a brother too."

Perhaps because Han Yu's voice was too low, Tang Xia could hear it vaguely, not quite sure. But suddenly, a picture appeared in her mind.

It was Ching Ming Festival, she went to visit the grave...

In the cemetery, Tang Xia met Han Yu's mother.

Now when she heard Han Yu say the word "brother", her first reaction was that it was the name Han Chan engraved coldly on the tombstone.

Tang Xia's heart skipped a beat, and she clearly told herself that this question should not be asked, cannot be asked, and is not suitable for asking, but she still couldn't control her gushing curiosity and prying eyes.

She always wanted to know about Han Yu, everything about him, and his unknown past.

Because only by understanding, can she really approach him, and then walk into him.

So, before even Tang Xia could react, a trembling voice rang out——

"Your brother...is his name Han Chan?"

As soon as the words fell, Tang Xia shivered suddenly.

She looked at Han Yu dully, saw the corners of the young man's originally raised lips sinking suddenly, saw his confident eyebrows furrowed sharply, saw the coldness creeping up on his handsome face, and her whole body seemed to be soaked in water. ice water.

Tang Xia covered her mouth in panic, extremely shocked.

That voice just now...was made by himself? !

She gasped.

"Han Yu, listen to my explanation," the girl couldn't sit still, she became completely flustered, turned around and almost knelt on the ground to apologize to the boy, "I don't know—"

"It doesn't matter."

Tang Xia's words were interrupted in the middle, and Han Yu's three words without any emotion were poured on her head like a basin of cold water.

"Han Yu..." the girl murmured.

She saw the boy's complexion turn black and then white, but in the end it only turned into an ethereal sigh.

"It's really okay," Han Yu smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, "But how do you know that my brother's name is Han Chan?" He didn't remember telling Tang Xia all these old things. impossible.

"I..." Tang Xia bit her lower lip, thinking hard whether she should tell the truth to Han Yu, in case he got angry?

I always feel that this is impolite, she is poaching Han Yu's privacy.

"Tell me," Han Yu saw her struggle, but relaxed, "Do you want to know the truth?" She must have thought about it, and Han Yu could tell from Tang Xia's expression.

I couldn't tell what my mood was, but the boy didn't feel disgusted.

In the past, anyone who wanted to pry into his past would be enough to arouse his rage and indifference. That is the darkness that Han Yu chooses to bury in his heart all his life, and no one can know it.

Because he is a man who desperately needs self-esteem.

But his childhood, his past, his family, and his parents are the factors that can severely crush his self-esteem.

Han Yu needed a mask to cover all his humbleness and maintain the illusion that he was always on top.

Behind the mask, he couldn't be seen how embarrassing he used to cry.

But... If she wants to see, she is willing to wipe away his tears, or if she can feel sorry for him, then it doesn't matter if she doesn't want this mask.

"I think," Tang Xia looked at Han Yu, unwaveringly, "I went to sweep the tomb on Qingming Festival last time, and I happened to meet your mother. She stayed in front of a tombstone for a while, and on the tombstone..."

Speaking of this, Tang Xia didn't say any more, but Han Yu had already understood.

"Han Chan's name is written on the tombstone, right?" the boy asked.

"Yeah." The girl nodded slightly.

"It's my brother," Han Yu admitted frankly, "and as you can see, he has passed away, more than ten years ago."

Tang Xia was startled, her pupils shrank suddenly, and she didn't know how to answer.

Han Yu stretched out his hand, rubbed her head as usual, and said in a low voice, "Do you know how he died?"

Tang Xia subconsciously shook her head, an inexplicable emotion suddenly rose in her heart.

Depressed, uncomfortable, unwilling to listen to emotions.

She really wanted to say: Han Yu, let's not talk anymore.

But the young man gritted his teeth and gave a bleak smile—

"I killed it."