Leng Xiao rushed downstairs and went straight to the garbage bin in the backyard. This kind of eagerness to retrieve something was only experienced when he was a child. When he grew up, there was nothing he could not get, and money could buy it.
Those who don't come will be robbed.
The moonlight pours down like water.
A clean and tidy trash can stands quietly on the edge of the wall. Because the servants clean it every day, it is more like a small storage room.
On the grass next to the trash can, a white plastic bag lay there quietly. He ran over in a few steps, picked it up like a treasure, and hurriedly opened the outer packaging.
Only a small pillow was exposed, followed by a tangy fragrance of tea leaves.
He carefully stroked the dark cotton pillow, with a smile on his face that he didn't even notice.
I am so happy to find something lost again.
Carrying the pillow back, he paused for a moment when passing by his room, but finally took a few more steps forward and gently pushed open the long-lost door.
There was only a wall, but he rarely set foot here. The furniture was simple, the house was cleaned spotlessly, and everything was still the same as it was before she left.
Axiu had already packed a small bag of her things and put them on the bed, as if she had just returned from a long trip.
He even turned this conjecture into an expectation, so he quickly walked to the bathroom and opened the door with a bang.
The mirror on the wall facing him reflected his expression at this time, and his face varied from surprise to disappointment.
How could she be here? She is already dead.
Leng Xiao walked back to the bed, gently placed the pillow on the head of the bed, then picked up the desk lamp on the bed and put it in its original position, plugged it in and turned it on.
The soft light is warm but not dazzling. It was carefully selected by Leng Xiaotian for her. She often has nightmares at night, so the desk lamp is an indispensable thing for her.
By the light of this lamp, he looked through the things she left behind one by one.
Some plant seeds, a few packets of dates, balls of thread for knitting sweaters for Carter, and some cards in snack bags that she picked up from somewhere.
She didn't even own anything of value. She was so shabby that she didn't look like a young lady from a wealthy mansion.
He knew that he had never given her anything.
Opening these things, a pink-covered book was revealed, with a small pen pinned to it.
As if he had touched something hot, Leng Xiao's fingers slid over it and moved away quickly.
There was actually some fear in his heart, afraid to open this thick diary, afraid to see something that would make him regret his whole life.
However, there was something that attracted him in the dark, attracting him to open it like a ghost.
Because of its age, the originally white title page has become somewhat yellowed, and the pen writing on it also bears traces of being washed away by the years.
A few delicate small characters neatly wrote: Give me a cold stamp.
The time... turned out to be five years ago.
Leng Xiao's mind was spinning rapidly, searching for images of her from five years ago, but nothing came up.
He didn't remember that they met five years ago.
With doubts, he opened the first page of the diary.
12th, sunny.
If I didn't run away, he would definitely kill me this time, but the people he sent quickly chased me. I heard the approaching footsteps, as if I was stepping on the line of fire of death. I was forced to
When I reached the corner, the people in front of me were grinning wildly. They raised their black gun butts. I closed my eyes in despair.
However, after a long time, no movement was seen from them, and everything around them seemed to be still.
I opened my eyes in confusion, just in time to see a shining tip of the knife stop in the man's throat, and then pull it out, a stream of blood spurted out, a few drops splashed on my face, the man fell straight up
He fell down and died.
When the few remaining people saw this, they knew they had met their opponents. They decided to give up the task, turned around and ran away. However, after running a few steps away, they seemed to be pulled by some kind of magic power and stepped back. The sword in the man's hand flashed.
, the three people had no time to scream, and their bodies flew out.
There were several muffled sounds in the empty alley, and then the deathly silence returned.
I sat up from the ground, sorted out my tattered clothes, and slowly shrank toward the corner. Through the moonlight, I could see his face clearly.
He is so good-looking. I have never seen any man so handsome. He is no less handsome than that man.
He was wearing black clothes and black trousers, as if he had been transformed from darkness.
She has thin short black hair and thin bangs diagonally covering half of her eyes from her full forehead. Her eyebrows are very long, neither thick nor light.
The curvature is just right.
His eyes were the most beautiful feature among his features. They were as clear and crystal clear as a pool of spring water, but they were as cold as ice. Just one glance at them made people feel as if they had sunk in forever.
The long samurai sword in his hand was dragging on the ground, the tip of the sword was still dripping with blood, and the blade glowed with a devilish aura in the moonlight.
I swallowed and looked at him carefully.
He let go, threw the knife aside, and then leaned down in front of me. I could feel his breath approaching, and he asked me: "Is there anything to eat?"
I was stunned for a long time before I remembered to take out a deformed piece of chocolate from my pocket. He took it to his mouth, but when he saw my eager expression, he broke off a piece and gave it to me.
After eating the chocolate, he asked me: "What is your name?"
I thought about it and made up a name at random, "Qiu Mo."
He said: "Leng Xiao."
I looked at him secretly, and his outline was indeed cold, but there was also a little bit of tenderness.
"Are you here alone?" I asked him.
Iceland is that person’s territory. I don’t know why he came here alone. Doesn’t he know how dangerous it is?
"I've lived here before." He said and stood up to leave.
I don’t know what prompted me, but I suddenly jumped up and grabbed his sleeve, pleading: “Take me with you, okay?”
He looked at me for a long time, then turned his wrist and held my hand. I was overjoyed and followed him obediently.
He has no residence here, and the only place that can be considered a residence is an abandoned processing factory.
Looking at the bed made of wooden boards, I couldn't help but chuckle. He ignored me, walked straight over, put on his clothes and lay down.
I sat next to him and looked at him with my chin raised, wondering why such a good-looking person lived in such a shabby place.
Finally feeling uncomfortable when I looked at him, he turned around and asked, "What are you looking at?"
I blinked: "Look at you."
He straightened up unconvinced and stared at me.
So we just looked at each other, and we finally laughed together.
When he smiled, the corners of his eyes and brows seemed to be filled with sunshine. He crossed his knees and said, "Actually, I have lost my memory. I have forgotten everything in the past. I only remember that my name is Leng Xiao and I lived here before. What about you? Why are you here?"
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I lowered my head, not wanting him to see the fear hidden in my eyes. I didn't tell him the truth. I told him that I was an abandoned orphan who had been wandering on the streets since I was a child.