C11 Past 2

Why did Yih Xiangxi keep such a bloodstained shirt?

At that time, he was still so young!

A six year old child!

How does he know?

His face was surprisingly pale.

"Xiaomai, you're curious. Why would I keep these two Blood Clothes?"

She didn't dare answer.

"Because I saw my mother's blood gushing out like a fountain... I've never seen so much blood... It really was like a geyser … I saw my mother fall, but I didn't dare to help her... I thought I was dreaming … "

He kept this scene in mind. Become the nightmare of one's life, day fear, night sleeplessness.

Qiao Xiaomai's heart was filled with even more fear and unease. She subconsciously wondered if this matter had something to do with her father.

His mother!

Her father!

Father was in his forties when he married his daughter. What had he been doing for so long?

Could it be!

Could it be!

She didn't dare think about it.

She didn't dare to look Yih Xiangxi in the eye. She looked away and saw a small, unremarkable ring on his finger. No matter how she looked at it, it was just an ordinary silver circle, not worth much. She had always wondered why he wore it every day.

When he saw her gaze falling on his hand, he said, "This ring and machete are the last relics my mother left me …"

She shuddered.

What mother would leave her son with such a machete?

She held her breath. "Your mother... Is there something wrong with her mind? "

His eyes flashed like knives. "My mother is not crazy, nor is she crazy!"

Qiao Xiaomai dared not speak again.

"My mother was very protective of me. Before this, she never scolded me nor beat me up. On her birthday, she used the last dollar she had in her family to buy me a small pastry …"

"At that time, our family was very, very poor. Father had already been gone for a long time, and we didn't know where he was, so we didn't dare ask …"

"I remember very clearly that my mother lit a candle for me that night and gently taught me to make a wish. I knew her biggest wish was for Dad to come home early. I said loudly, with my eyes closed, I wish Dad would come home early... Mother laughed. I was about to blow out the candle when someone called to her from outside the door and she went out... That night, I waited for my mother for a long time, until I fell asleep, but she didn't come back. I was shaken awake by her. When I woke up, I saw her glaring at me with a blade … I thought she was going to kill me, but she committed suicide … The scar will remain on my body forever, and it will flare up on my birthday, as if it has been cursed with horror … "

"…"

"I only found out later. It turned out that she was framed by a ferocious woman that morning for seducing her boss, and that fierce woman had entangled a bunch of relatives and friends to the unit to insult her. She hung a broken shoe on her chest, and pulled her out to demonstrate in the streets …"

Qiao Xiaomai was terrified. When was that? Thirty years ago?

"..." She still remembered my birthday and bought me a small cake on the way home … However, the news from that night had caused her to completely collapse … "At that time, she would have gone insane all of a sudden …"

What kind of huge stimulation could cause her to go insane?

What had destroyed the last bit of her will, the woman who had been insulted?

Qiao Xiaomai realized that it was his birthday. It was also his mother's day of sacrifice.

If a person had such a terrifying birthday, wouldn't he have nightmares?

The room was quiet.

The clean sheets had already been stained with the blood that oozed from his wounds. It was a ghastly scene.

How did it break?

How did he get hurt?

Such an old injury, was he really cursed?

It was like the legendary incantation. Every time it reached this day, blood would flow like rivers?

The air around him became oppressive and cold.

She was stunned for a long time before she suddenly asked, "Could it be that your mother's death is related to my father?"

Silence.

"Yih Xiangxi …"

"I'm sleepy!"

His tone was very cold.

"Master Yih …"

He closed his eyes and waved his hand impatiently, shooing her out like a fly, apparently not wanting to say another word to her.

Qiao Xiaomai tactfully left the room.

Yih Xiangxi slowly opened his eyes after the door closed.

The pain in his wrist had already disappeared, but what about the pain in his heart?

Over the years, no matter how hot it was, he would never wear short sleeves, never roll them up. Who could know of such pain?

He was extremely tired, but he was tormented by another kind of even more intense pain — he was starved to death.

All day long, he was immersed in grief.

He had not eaten yet.

Every year on this day, he would stop eating for a day.

After all these years, why was he starving today?

It was almost one in the morning. It was a new day.

In the middle of the night, what could he eat?

Forget it, let's wait until daybreak.

He closed his eyes and forced himself to sleep, but his stomach was rumbling with hunger. His mind was so clear that he could not close his eyes, so he felt the pain of hunger all the more clearly.

Suddenly, a rich fragrance wafted into his nose.

He suddenly opened his eyes and saw that the door was ajar. He didn't have time to see anyone, only a bowl of steaming egg noodles, bright tomatoes, green onions, and golden eggs … The taste was perfect.

She placed the noodles on the bed and handed him the chopsticks, "Master Yih, eat."

He looked at her in surprise.

"I've put in a lot of rat poison, so it won't kill you even if I take it."

Without hesitation, he picked up the bowl and ate almost all of the noodles in one gulp.

In the end, he saw the woman beside him staring at him. He subconsciously put down the bowl and said with a panicked voice, "You … Qiao Xiaomai, why are you looking at me like that? "

"Is there some hatred between my father and your mother that I don't know about?"

He raised his eyebrows and laughed, his voice hoarse from the wailing. "If that's the case, will I still pay to save your father?"

Qiao Xiaomai was speechless.

Indeed, if it really was such a monstrous hatred, how could he really give her father money to spend on the medicine?

It was not a stone falling from the sky, but a large amount of money.

The money of the rich was no joke.

Not to mention treating his enemies!

Impossible.

No matter how he looked at it, Yih Xiangxi did not seem like a kind person who would repay good with good.

This guy, his heart was even darker than coal.

But if that wasn't the case, why would he come and play with her for no reason at all?

She turned, her hand held.

His voice sounded a little urgent and weak, "Qiao Xiaomai, tonight, accompany me … I mean, accompany me until daybreak … "

She jumped.

Although the two of them enjoyed each other's company every day, they would always take their positions after each incident.

She had always lived in the bedroom on the first floor, and he on the second.

No matter how intimate or intimate they were, they would still end up separated.

Yih Xiangxi never shared a bed with others.

She didn't have time to refuse or to agree. Her feet were off the ground, and he lifted her into the bed with his big hands. He turned out the light and fell asleep with his arms around her.

Qiao Xiaomai's body was extremely stiff. Even though the physical contact between the two of them had been settled and they had done more intimate things, it was mostly because she was angry at him. Being forced and being forced were two completely different things.

But before she could struggle, she heard his snores — really just sleep, nothing else.

That night, he couldn't sleep. Qiao Xiaomai had finally fallen asleep when she suddenly heard an extremely mournful cry, "Don't …" Don't kill me... "Mom, don't kill me …"

Qiao Xiaomai was jolted awake.

Before she could react, she was kicked off the bed.

She rubbed her eyes and pushed Yih Xiangxi. She had heard people say before that if someone had a nightmare, they must wake him up in time so that his soul wouldn't be scared off.

She immediately pushed him: "Yih Xiangxi... "Yih Xiangxi …"

He woke up, sweating profusely.

Moonlight came in through the window.

His voice was colder than ice. "Who are you? How did you come to my room? Get out! "

He didn't know her. In fact, she didn't know herself at all that night.

She went out in silence. Just as he reached the door, he was suddenly stopped by a big hand. The moonlight shone in through the window and his face turned pale. He looked panicked, like a helpless child.

Qiao Xiaomai's heart jolted as her waist suddenly became light. She had already been lifted up by his waist.

"Master Yih, you …"

In the next moment, he had already conquered her like a storm, as if all the pain and sadness had turned into an erupting volcano, and he was eager to find a way out. Qiao Xiaomai didn't have the strength to resist at all. She could only bear with it.

This time the passion passed quickly, and he seemed to be clinging to her, not as he had been in the past. Qiao Xiaomai, breathless from the weight of the blow, groaned, and he shifted position, holding her firmly in place.

The two of them had never been so intimate before. Her face was burning in the darkness, but he reached out a hand and held her hand. His fingers were intertwined as he said in a weak voice, "Xiaomai … "Don't leave me …"

She could not move, she could not move.

That night, he maintained this intimate position with her and peacefully slept. When Qiao Xiaomai opened her eyes, it was almost noon. Yih Xiangxi was still fast asleep, for the first time ever. Perhaps he had let down his guard in the dream, but the terrible shrewdness of calculation was gone from his face.

She recalled everything that had happened last night, but she did not know whether it was true or false. What kind of secrets and love and hate were hidden on Yih Xiangxi?

She tried her best to find the answer, but she couldn't find any clues.