C8

The address written on the invitation was Banyan Yang Hotel, which was at two o'clock in the afternoon. Cheng Xirong caught a taxi and reported his destination to the driver: Hua Lin Jia Yuan. It was still early, and he could still go meet the person he wanted to see the most.

He had bought two houses at Valin Gardens. There was a time when he was a little dazed, tense, anxious, unable to relax, unable to use his cigarettes or alcohol. One of the seniors in the circle took him to see a house. He bought two households, one big and one small. The big one was in his parents' name while the small one was given to Feng Yi, who had just started his career.

At that time, in order to express his sincere feelings, he had written Feng Yi's name without even leaving a key. Later on, Feng Yi secretly sold the suite and took the money to join a production crew. That seemed to be the first time Feng Yi showed any resistance against Cheng Xirong. Unfortunately, Cheng Xirong didn't notice and only paid attention to the production of that movie.

"It's really too lousy, how did you choose?"

This was his evaluation of Feng Yi.

On the other hand, since his parents had been living there for more than ten years, there were countless new buildings in A City, and they also did not agree to change into a new house. Cheng Xirong calmed down for a few days and felt that today was his best day. Then, he mustered his courage to come here and meet his parents.

But this is all hypothetical. He saw the scarlet security door open a crack, and his mother's decrepit face in front of him. She was haggard, her hair white, her eyes dirty and puffy. His heart still tightened. He was in so much pain that he couldn't stand properly.

Cheng Xirong raised his hand to support the wall as the invitation letter fell to the ground.

Mother looked down at the black card, and her red eyes filled with tears. She turned her head and said in a low voice, "Child, you —"

Cheng Xirong took out the medicine from his pocket and asked while panting heavily, "Can, can you give me a mouthful of water?"

It took Cheng Xirong a long time to calm down. He should thank Pann Nanxing for his bad heart. He hadn't been thrown out, and now he had the chance to sit on his parents sofa. The medicine box and cup were placed on the tea table, beside which was the health care products that he had asked his assistant to bring back last month. He held it up on his knees and shook it. There was still a lot, and they hadn't eaten much.

Mother came out of the back room with a pillow in her hand. She had already calmed down. She handed the pillow back to Cheng Xirong: "Put it behind your waist and you'll feel better."

Cheng Xirong put the health care products back to their original places: "Sorry, I hope I didn't disturb you guys."

The mother shook her head. "So far, no one has found this place. You're the first."

Cheng Xirong used an old excuse: "It was Teacher Cheng who told me this before — I forgot to introduce myself. I'm a student that Teacher Cheng supported. My name is Pann Nanxing."

"If you want to see him off, you should go to the address on the invitation letter."

Cheng Xirong shook his head. "Teacher Cheng has helped me a lot. I want to do something now …" More practical things. I just wanted to see his parents. "

"You're being considerate. We're all right. His father just went to sleep, so he didn't wake him up to see you. "

Cheng Xirong twisted his index finger and ring finger, swallowed his saliva, stood up and walked to the calendar, and wrote Pann Nanxing's number on it: "This is my contact number. No matter what happens, you must call me. I won't turn off my phone. "

"Thank you," my mother said politely.

Cheng Xirong slowly put the cap back on and asked, "Can I take a look at Teacher Cheng's room?"

Mother did not agree.

Cheng Xirong pursed his lips, "I lent Teacher Cheng a book previously. I borrowed it from the library. I need to return it to the school. "

Only then did his mother reluctantly lead him in. "Don't mess with his room. He doesn't like people touching his stuff. "

Cheng Xirong went to his room and took out a copy of The Abomination from the bookcase. When he turned around, he knocked a metal box off the cabinet. The lid was thrown open and the contents were scattered all over the floor.

Cheng Xirong quickly squatted down to pick it up. At this time, someone walked in from the outside. The first thing they saw were men's shoes and a cane made of carbon fiber. Cheng Xirong looked up along the trousers and saw Feng Yi's face. Compared to that night, he looked even more haggard and battered. His eyes were lifeless, and his lips were green and white.

His mother turned around and asked, "What happened to your foot?"

Feng Yi shook his head, "It's still an old knee injury. It's fine — You, Pann Nanxing? Why are you here? "

"Lu'er took his book," her mother explained.

Cheng Xirong stood up, put the box back and held the book while he looked at Feng Yi. Feng Yi was also sizing him up. The confusion in his eyes became deeper and deeper, closer to a meaningful scrutiny and suspicion. He tightened his fingers, unable to conceal the surging emotion in his voice. "Come out, I have something to ask you."

Cheng Xirong stood where he was and raised his head slightly: "I have something to say to you. If you have a conscience, don't... Get your aunt and uncle involved. They shouldn't be in front of the media. Show off, you alone is enough. "

Feng Yi's face instantly turned pale.

"There's nothing else I can tell you."

Cheng Xirong let out a breath, walked past him and went straight out of the door.

He was right to say that he didn't know Feng Yi, but after being together for so many years, he still knew the way Feng Yi acted. His appearance at the Gardenia Gardens was to pick up his parents and bring them to the scene. Cheng Xirong didn't want to see this result the most. He didn't expect that his protection for his parents would end at this moment.

When they went downstairs, Cheng Xirong was acutely aware that there were more people squatting around. Now, Feng Yi was the core figure in this incident. His every action and action was monitored by the media, and whatever he did and whomever he met, was exposed to the public.

It was impossible for him to not know this. He could have the assistant pick up his parents. But he had to come himself, so that the media could write their newsletters and his people could be better set up. From deep affection to love, treat parents of same-sex partners well, filial piety for late lovers...

There was too much room to play.

Cheng Xirong found a pavilion and sat down. He waited for half an hour and saw Feng Yi coming out of the building. It was a person. The short cannons of the long spears began to operate in an instant. Due to his leg injury, he made a short stop before getting on the carriage. It won't be long before all the major portals will post a positive picture of him on the front page.

It looked like he was hurt by the feelings. Heartbreak. He pretended to be calm and strong. All alone. The sickening illusion.

It was better than bringing his parents into the limelight and making them take unnecessary responsibility.

Cheng Xirong heaved a sigh of relief. Only then did he have the mood to do the rest. He opened the book and took out the key in the middle. He then took out the Dark Jade and Pi Xiu from his bag and placed them side by side on the stone bench. This was his wager for the future, and it was all in his hands now.

Cheng Xirong looked at the back of Feng Yi's car and held the two items in his palm, causing them to sink deep into his skin.