"Qin Muxuan, what happened to you?" She asked in a deep voice: "If you can't talk to me properly, I'm sorry I can't go there..."
"Beep beep..." The phone was hung up and there was a busy tone.
Xia Tong held the receiver, confused. Ran Ran came over curiously from behind: "Madam, is this the young master's call?"
She sat on the sofa and did not answer. Looking back on what had just happened, she felt that she was stiffening from her heels, and her whole person was in a state of confusion.
What happened to him? Why... his tone was so strange? He was so frightened that he seemed to be on the verge of despair...
Xia Tong thought for a while and decided to make a call to Qin Muzhen. To his surprise, no one answered the call. When he called again, it was still the same.
Xia Tong suddenly stood up and said: "Ranran, help me get the coat hanging in the bedroom..."
"Ma'am, are you going out now?"
"Yeah." Xia Tong nodded.
"Then if the young master comes back and asks where the madam has gone, how should I answer?"
Xia Tong paused: "Just say you don't know. When I come back, I will explain it to him personally."
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After hailing a taxi, Xia Tong drove straight towards the north coast. After walking for almost an hour, the car stopped.
The last time I came here, it was daytime, and because of the coercion, Xia Tong had no time to look at the surrounding scenery. Looking at it now, I couldn't help but sigh. The villa in front of me is not big, but it is exquisite, especially at this dark night.
The light is reflected in the blue sky and blue sea, against a cold moon in the distance, the mist is vast, and it is extremely gorgeous.
Xia Tong stepped forward and was about to knock on the door. Unexpectedly, as soon as her hand touched the door panel, the door opened spontaneously. She walked in, and the lights were not turned on in the entire villa. Darkness piled on top of darkness, spreading an unsettling feeling.
The horror of suffocation.
"Qin Muxun?" She asked tentatively.
"……." No one answered.
Xia Tong walked in and fumbled for the switch on the wall, trying to turn on the light.
But a voice suddenly came out: "Don't open it!"
Xia Tong was startled, and when her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she vaguely saw that there seemed to be a figure sitting on the ground in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the balcony of the living room.
The white window curtains were gently held up by the cool night breeze and danced under the silvery moonlight... The young man's figure was hidden among the fluttering window curtains, which seemed a bit unreal.
Xia Tong walked forward lightly, but did not dare to get too close: "Qin Muxun...?"
He still didn't speak. Under the moonlight, his body seemed to be shaking, and it was shaking violently.
Xia Tong took two more steps and put her hand on his shoulder. As soon as her fingertips touched his body, she suddenly felt a bone-gnawing chill...
When she was caught off guard, he suddenly turned around and hugged her, "What should I do...I see her again, what should I do?" His deep voice was almost choked...
Xia Tong was startled by his sudden movement. She wanted to push him away, but she saw that he seemed really scared. After hesitating for a moment, she patted his shoulder and asked tentatively: "Who... is she?"
"
Hearing this, the young man pushed her away with a wary face: "It's nothing."
Seeing that he didn't seem to want to say anything, Xia Tong didn't want to force him. Standing up, she closed the doors and windows of the living room balcony. The biting cold wind was shut out, and the indoor temperature became a little warmer.
She looked at him and asked tentatively: "It's so dark in here, can I turn on the light?"
He hugged his knees and shook his head violently.
Xia Tong added: "You seem to be very cold. Do you need me to pour you a cup of hot water?"
He still shook his head, paused, and nodded again. It seemed that he was also a little thirsty. Xia Tong stood up, groped in the darkness for a while, and finally found a water bottle. When he opened it, there was not a drop of water in it.
She had no choice but to run to the kitchen again and get a kettle to boil water. The gas stove was turned on, and the sparks ignited became the only source of light in the house.
Ten minutes later, she handed him the cup filled with hot water: "Drink some."
He held it with both hands. His body was still shaking a little, but it was obviously much better than when she first arrived. In the darkness, he lowered his head from time to time and drank water obediently.
Xia Tong sat on the sofa next to him, not knowing what to say to break the unspeakable silence.
In the end, it was he who spoke first: "Where is my brother?" he asked.
"She should be at the company. He seems to be very busy today. He didn't have dinner at home..."
"Hmm..." He nodded thoughtfully, making people wonder if he listened.
"Um..." He hesitated and asked, "What did you tell my brother about the bar?"
"What do you want me to tell him?" Xia Tong asked.
He paused and said nothing.
Xia Tong sighed and said: "Don't worry, I didn't tell your brother what happened that day." His expression relaxed slightly, and Xia Tong said again: "But Qin Muxuan, you should know your brother's situation better than me."
Ability. Even if I don't tell you, how long do you think you can hide this matter?"
He remained silent: "……."
Xia Tong stood up and sat on the floor next to him, meeting his eyes in the darkness.
"Qin Muxun, I always feel that you are different from the other people in the box that day. I don't know what happened to you? But there are some things that are kept in your heart. It's better to talk about it. It's good to have one more person to share..." She
Stretched out a hand and put it on his shoulder: "Perhaps, you can choose to believe me."
In the darkness, her eyes were steady and resolute, staring at him quietly, making him startled: "Believe you...?"
"Um."
He lowered his head and took another sip of water. A fierce battle was going on in his mind. Those scenes that he had almost forgotten in the past suddenly came up like a tide...
The scenes are cruel and unbearable.
After a long time, he closed his eyes and spoke: "When I was very young, something very unpleasant and very dirty happened to me..." His voice was hoarse and his tone was messy.
Xia Tong said nothing, waiting quietly for him to speak.
"You should know that my brother and I are half-brothers. He is eight years older than me. I have known since I was a child that I was born to a woman outside my father's family. I was brought back to Qin by my father when I was born.
Family. In the few years when I first came to the Qin family, my brother was really good to me. If there was anything delicious or fun, the first thing that came to his mind was my younger brother. He was once bullied by people outside because of me, and he was very aggressive.
I went to find someone to take revenge, but I was beaten to death by five or six high school students..."
Xia Tong noticed that when he talked about these past events, there was a faint smile in his eyes, tired and warm. However, after a moment, the smile dissipated and was replaced by a wordless gloom.