Immediately, two men in black came over and waited for orders. Leng Ying glanced at Leng Xiao, who almost collapsed. He pursed his thin lips and thought for a moment before ordering: "You guys immediately go to the Jun family villa where the explosion occurred to check if Jiang Xiaoxia is there."
news..."
"Don't go!" Leng Xiao suddenly interrupted Leng Ying, staring at Leng Ying with red eyes. Leng Ying waved his hand, and his men immediately retreated to the side without saying a word, waiting for orders.
"Xiao, maybe Xiaoxia is not dead? Maybe..."
"No chance! No one is allowed to go! Do you hear me? No one is allowed to go!" Leng Xiao suddenly roared hysterically, his eyes were red, and he stared at Leng Ying with a murderous gaze. It seemed that as long as Leng Ying made any move, he would be killed.
He is going to kill someone.
"But, Xiao..."
Just as Leng Ying was about to say something, Leng Xiao immediately interrupted him with a roar, like an angry leopard, "I told you not to go! No one is allowed to go!"
Leng Ying opened his lips and was about to persuade Leng Xiao again. Seeing Leng Xiao's devastated expression, he finally said nothing. Leng Xiao stared blankly at the top of the mountain where the flames were soaring into the sky, and there were burning objects floating in the air.
The smell was so strong that it almost made Leng Ying vomit.
After looking at the top of the mountain for a long time, Leng Xiao suddenly smiled sadly and slumped in his wheelchair, "Let's go back!"
Leng Ying looked at Leng Xiao in confusion, wondering why he didn't go up the mountain to look for Xiaoxia but went back instead.
Leng Xiao did not answer any of Leng Ying's questions. He waved and his subordinates immediately came forward and pushed his wheelchair into the car.
Leng Ying glanced at the burning Jun family villa on the top of the mountain, sighed, waved his hand, and took away all his men.
When Yin Zhiyao left the Jun's villa, all the men who were monitoring the Jun's villa evacuated and followed Yin Zhiyao all the way. Therefore, no one knows how many casualties there were in the Jun's villa.
Leng Ying wanted to send someone to check the casualties, but Leng Ying did not allow anyone to check, so he had to give up. However, the power of the bomb was enough to level the entire Jun family villa, and the people inside were probably wiped out.
Along the way, Leng Xiao neither cried nor smiled, said nothing, and looked dull, letting his men carry him in and out like a puppet that had lost its soul.
"You all go down!"
When his subordinates pushed Leng Xiao's wheelchair into Leng Xiao's room in Leng Garden, Leng Ying waved away all his subordinates, leaving only the two of them in the huge room.
"Xiao, you can cry if you want. It's just you and me here! No one will laugh at you."
Leng Ying looked at Leng Xiao's dumb look and said heartbrokenly. Leng Xiao suddenly smiled strangely, "Why should I cry? Xiaoxia is still fine, why should I cry?"
"The Jun family has exploded. How can Xiaoxia still be fine? Xiaoxiao, you have to face the facts..."
"Who said that? Xiaoxia is not dead! She must not be dead! No one told me that she is dead, right?" Leng Xiao suddenly shouted hysterically at Leng Ying, his eyes were red and looked like he was going crazy.
"The Jun family was blown up like that. I'm afraid Xiaoxia has already been blown to pieces..."
"No! You lied! You lied to me! Xiaoxia is still fine, she will be fine, it will be fine..." Leng Xiao murmured with a dull expression, his dry and peeling lips kept saying that it would be fine.
Leng Ying's eyes were red and he tried not to shed tears. He finally understood why Leng Xiao didn't let anyone go to the Jun's villa on the top of the mountain to check. Because he was afraid. He was afraid of getting the exact news. He lied to himself. As long as there was no news for a day,
With the definite news of Xiaoxia's death, Xiaoxia will be fine.
He used self-deception to maintain the shaky hope in his heart. He was afraid that once this hope disappeared, he would lose the courage to live.
"Look at this room, there is still the smell of Xiaoxia here! Six years later, the smell is still as fresh and charming as before. Xiaoxia has never left me, never." Leng Xiao grabbed a pillow and stared nervously.
Leng Ying.
Leng Ying's nose felt sour, and he resisted the tears and gave a wry smile, "Yes, Xiaoxia is still fine, she has never left."
Leng Xiao smiled like a child, with a pure and bright smile. At the end of his smile, the smile froze on his face and turned into a sad and bitter smile.
"Xiao, what's wrong with you?"
Leng Ying asked worriedly. He was afraid that if Leng Ying couldn't bear the pain of losing Xiaoxia, would he lose his mind?
"I'm fine, Eagle, please go out, I want to be alone for a while."
Leng Xiao's tone returned to its previous coldness. Leng Ying glanced at the ever-changing Leng Xiao worriedly. Leng Xiao just stroked the pillow quietly and said, "Go out, I want to be alone and think about it."
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Now Leng Xiao is the real Leng Xiao, the cold and calm Leng Xiao. Leng Ying breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and opened the door and went out.
The night was dark, and Leng Xiao sat in the empty room, letting the dark night swallow up his figure.
And in this completely silent night, I seemed to hear the sound of tears dripping down the marble floor, one drop at a time, clearly audible.
Leng Xiao sat in the darkness like a stone sculpture, holding his head in his hands, letting his tears fall, making a crisp sound on the floor, soaking a large area of the floor, and the water stains were cold.
At first, he just cried silently, and slowly, he began to sob quietly, and his suppressed cries irritated the ears of the housekeepers Fu Bo and Leng Ying outside the door.
The white-haired Uncle Fu's eyes turned red, and muddy tears fell from the corners of his wrinkled eyes. Although Leng Ying held back tears, his eyes were already red.
When had he ever seen Xiao Xiao so helpless? So painful?
Leng Xiao, who controls both black and white, is rumored to be cold-blooded and ruthless. In fact, he is not ruthless, but he has never met anyone who makes him emotional. Now, he has met someone, but they are separated by heaven and earth. Leng Xiao's suppressed cry
It stimulated Leng Ying's eardrums, and he wanted to rush in and comfort him, but he knew better that what Xiao needed was someone to quietly vent his sorrow.
The crying became louder and louder, and finally turned into howling.
A man doesn't shed tears easily because he hasn't reached the point of sadness.
In the dark night, Leng Xiao's figure hugging his head and crying was swallowed up by the night, looking extremely sad and lonely. The coldness in the air made this lonely night even colder, without any warmth.
And Leng Xiao's mournful cry became the only sound in this completely silent night, piercing the night sky and drifting into everyone's ears with the cold night wind, and the entire Leng Garden was enveloped in grief.
For the first time, he felt so powerless. He thought everything was planned by him. He had calculated everything, but he still calculated her life.
He doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, but at this moment he is extremely hopeful that there are real ghosts and gods who have an afterlife. If there is an afterlife, he will definitely fall in love with her again, and he will make up for the shortcomings in this life. He thought he was very considerate in protecting her, but he still made a wrong step.
There is no turning back.
When he saw Yin Zhiyao pressing the orange button, he wished she had pressed the red button. Then, he would die and she would live! He would rather trade his life for hers! However, things went against his wishes. As the orange button
When the button was pressed, the Jun family villa was engulfed in flames.
His heart also died with the explosion. At that moment, he could do nothing but stare blankly at the smoke and fire on the top of the mountain.
What kind of feeling is the most heartbreaking? Being powerless!
She was so close, but there was a loud noise in the sky, and they were separated. For the first time, he felt so powerless. She was right in front of him, but he couldn't save her.
He couldn't imagine her wailing in pain in that fire. Every time he thought of her being lonely and helpless in the explosion, his heart felt like it was being severely cut.
No, he has no heart, he can't feel pain, only numbness, endless numbness.
He felt that his soul had been pulled out of his body with that explosion. Now he was just a walking corpse, with no hope, no joy or sorrow, except numbness.
He didn't let his men go up the mountain to search for news because he was afraid of getting news that would make him heartbroken and unable to breathe. He would rather deceive himself and keep this last glimmer of hope, even though he clearly knew that that hope was basically zero.
However, he still refused to give up this hope, because this was his last life-saving straw. Only with the maintenance of this vague hope could he have a little courage to live.
He was not afraid of death. For a moment, he wanted to follow her. However, if he also went, who would miss her? Who would pay homage to her?
No, no, no! She is not dead yet, she does not need to be remembered or paid tribute to.
Leng Xiao told himself over and over again that Xiaoxia was not dead yet, because she had not received the exact news, so she must not be dead yet.
It doesn't matter whether he deceives himself or others, or whether he dares to face the reality. In short, he would rather maintain that illusory and beautiful hope than know the answer that breaks his heart.
What does it matter if you just deceive yourself and others for the rest of your life?
Xiaoxia is not dead yet. She is still living well in a corner of the world. Even if she is never seen again, what does it matter? As long as she is not dead, nothing matters.
Leng Xiao told himself over and over again that Xiaoxia was not dead yet. In the end, he almost believed that Xiaoxia was really not dead, but what if...
He didn't dare to think about those eventualities. There were no eventualities! Not one!
Lifting his tear-stained face and looking out the window at the oppressive dark night, Leng Xiao felt as if his heart had completely melted into the darkness, unable to see any future, light or warmth.
Wiping away his tears, he smiled coldly at himself in the glass window. The handsome man in the glass window made his dull face come alive because of that smile.
"My baby likes me like this the most!"
Leng Xiao tried his best to smile again, then picked up the pillow and got into bed.
He really wanted to stay awake, at least in the dream, she was still alive, innocent and confused, full of vitality.
What if I could be with her and sleep for a long time without waking up?
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Mingyue was out and about, tired from traveling and the weather was too cold, so she fell ill, so updates have been interrupted for the past few days. I'm sorry to everyone.
When the body slowly recovers, Mingyue will resume normal updates. In the past few days, I can only update as much as possible. If I really can't update the normal 6,000 words a day, then I have to ask for your forgiveness.
My head hurts so much, I'm going to take a nap first. That's it for today, don't wait.