C10 Past 1

That night, Yih Xiangxi brought back a large box, and two workers helped him move in.

Qiao Xiaomai followed her to the study, where Yih Xiangxi was opening the suitcase and waving to her. "Xiaomai, come over here."

The box was full of newspapers and magazines. Yih Xiangxi picked up the top newspaper and opened a column. It was a column by a fashion woman named Bing Bing. He was a well-known writer, a leading celebrity in the fashion world, writing about beauty, cosmetics, jewelry, the latest clothes, the dressing of celebrities, and also a frequent visitor to major fashion awards. It was said that this was a talented young lady. Since she was fifteen, an editor had come to make an appointment, and in the column there was an artistic picture of her with bright eyes and white teeth, looking extremely graceful.

"Xiaomai, you cut all of Bing Bing's works into clippings. This is your job during this period of time, so you can pass the time while you're at it. "

Qiao Xiaomai had never seen such an ornate pasting pad, with a 24K gold cover and an extremely ornate interior. When the ordinary newspaper was cut down and pasted up, it immediately made him look a hundred times more expensive and incomparably noble, just like Bing Bing.

Yih Xiangxi waited for her to ask, but she didn't ask anything. She just said: "My deadline?"

"The day you left! "Qiao Xiaomai, this is a precious gift. You must do it well and not be careless."

Bing Bing was his girlfriend? Was it his old love? The gift was obviously to please her. Was it a birthday present? A love gift?

Qiao Xiaomai asked all kinds of questions, but she didn't ask or care.

She immediately buried her head in her work.

It looked like Bing Bing had been a columnist for more than ten years. Her reputation was not for nothing. She wrote incessantly and was the favorite of all kinds of fashion media. Qiao Xiaomai didn't dare to be lazy in front of such a large quantity. Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to finish it in a short period of time.

She sometimes read as well. Bing Bing's writing was very beautiful, and was the kind of style that small money liked. When it came to famous brands, it was like she was speaking about a rich family. Some fashion magazines also have Bing Bing's personage interview, the picture is always elegant moving.

A long month had finally passed.

Qiao Xiaomai called her father again to confirm that Yih Xiangxi had paid all the treatment fees in advance for the next month. All that was left was the huge operating expenses.

Before she could explain, her father had already spoken, saying that he understood that it was the Jiang family's job and that the newlyweds had to stay abroad for an extra month.

Up till now, Father Qiao had actually thought that she and Jiang Fang had really gone on a honeymoon. It could be seen that Yih Xiangxi had perfectly made up all the excuses. And Jiang Family, perhaps because of the last bit of friendship between old friends, did not go to the hospital to expose this grievous news.

Qiao Xiaomai hung up the phone. She didn't feel relaxed at all. It was as if the closer he got to the truth, the more frightened he became.

But there was nothing she could do but stare helplessly at the big box of unfinished newspaper clippings, the 24K gold book shining eerily under the lamp, as if mocking her for her helplessness.

One night, Yih Xiangxi came home very late.

As soon as he entered the room, he ignored Qiao Xiaomai who came to greet him and threw his jacket on the sofa before going into another room with a sullen face.

When Qiao Xiaomai chased after her, she slammed the door shut.

She stood in the doorway for a moment before she heard a strange noise coming from inside. She didn't want to be nosy, but the sound was too strange. She crept closer to the crack of the door, and after a long time, sobs could be heard from inside.

Her heart trembled.

This man was crying!

He was crying.

Why is that?

After a long while, she finally couldn't help but knock on the door: "Hey, Yih Xiangxi, what are you doing …"

No one answered.

But the crying did not stop, and soon it was almost a wailing, a kind of miserable wailing that was so stifled.

Qiao Xiaomai had never heard anyone cry so miserably, as if there were countless tragic memories hidden in her heart that could not be told.

She felt that something was wrong. She suddenly pushed hard, but the door was not locked. She almost fell to the ground due to the excessive force of the push. After standing still for a while, the dark room was dark without any lights on. A person curled up on the ground, wailing like a wolf that was about to die.

She got goosebumps, "Master Yih... Hello... "Master Yih, what are you doing?"

"Whoa …" "Whoa …"

Just like a full moon, a person suddenly turned into a wolf.

She was even more frightened. "Hey …" Master Yih... "Yih Xiangxi …"

She fumbled with her hands to turn on the light, only to see Yih Xiangxi holding his arms as he fell on the ground. It seemed like he suffered some unknown injuries. She had no time to be afraid as she tried to snatch it away from him. On his left wrist, blood dripped like water.

She was shocked. "You committed suicide?"

His body softened and he fainted in Qiao Xiaomai's arms.

Qiao Xiaomai almost fell down from his weight. She struggled a few times before finally getting up. It took a lot of effort before she managed to pull this guy onto the bed.

The blood on his wrist was shocking. She quickly found bandages to bandage his wounds and found that they were not new wounds. They were old wounds. Three inches from his wrist, there was a huge black wound. Because of the passage of time, it had formed a huge and terrifying cave.

Not to mention the person involved, even she was frightened by this sight.

No wonder he always wore a white shirt with long sleeves. When the two of them were close, the lights were off. It was only today that Qiao Xiaomai realized that this was not a secret.

Where did this wound come from?

Why did it suddenly crack and bleed?

Under the light, Yih Xiangxi closed his eyes and looked very weak.

She was about to get up when a hand grabbed her. Yih Xiangxi had already opened his eyes. He looked extremely haggard as he looked at her strangely: "Qiao Xiaomai, you didn't take this opportunity to harm me?"

She stamped her feet, "I forgot... "You damned fellow, I really should take this opportunity to kill you …"

He smiled weakly. "If you kill me, who will pay for your father's medicine?"

"So, not only do I not dare to harm you, I'm instead afraid that you'll die … Now you are my god of wealth... "Master Yih, I'll have to trouble you not to act like a bear cub. If you want to die, you'll have to wait until my dad's operation is completed before you die …"

He let out a low laugh. His smile was very strange. Rather than a smile, it was even uglier than a cry.

"Well, your wounds are all wrapped up. Did you eat? Are you hungry? "

He didn't answer, and after a moment of silence, he slowly said, "Qiao Xiaomai, do you know where the wound on my wrist came from?"

"Ah!

He went on, "On the night of my sixth birthday, my mother went crazy and chased me with a knife. I couldn't dodge in time, so she stabbed me in the arm. I was scared and I didn't know how to run. I trembled in pain as I watched blood trickle down my face … Mother raised her knife again and looked at me as if she was looking at a great enemy … "

His voice was trembling. This matter had happened many years ago, yet he still felt fear and unease whenever he thought about it.

"I will never forget that scene …" Back then, my mother had killed me with a knife … I watched clearly as she held the knife to my heart and prepared to stab it down … I was very scared, but I was scared silly. I couldn't run, and didn't dare to run, so I just stared at her with wide eyes. I really wanted to ask her, "Mother, why did you kill me …"

Mother, why did you kill me?

Years later, it sounded creepy.

Qiao Xiaomai felt her body shudder. The hand she was holding was also trembling.

He closed his eyes. After a long while, he continued, "At that time, I was still a child and didn't dare to run. I just foolishly waited for the knife to pierce into my heart … However, her mother reversed the knife and stabbed herself in the chest... That knife... "That blade …"

He suddenly opened a drawer and took out a knife.

It was a pitch-black machete. It was old and already covered with rust. He didn't know why, but Yih Xiangxi had always kept this weapon.

Qiao Xiaomai could hardly believe it.

Was his mother crazy?

"Mother's sword went straight into my heart …" She ended her own life... "All I saw was blood splashing out, splashing very far away. My mother stood for a long time before she fell down. From then on, she never opened her eyes again …"

In the drawer, there were also two sets of bloody clothes. It's all wrapped up. Years later, dried blood could be seen in sealed-off plastic pockets.

"This one is mine …" This one belongs to my mother … "

One was big, while the other was small. It was a shocking sight to behold.

Qiao Xiaomai couldn't help but take a step back.