Xia Zhitong held a beautiful picture album in her hands, recalling an innocent and lovely girl in her mind, the little girl who had a silly smile and liked to cling to her every time she saw her.
Her hands began to tremble, and she turned to a certain page. Xiaojing used her immature painting skills to draw a family portrait, including a father, a mother, and a pair of beautiful sisters.
This girl Xiaojing always likes to doodle in picture albums...
As he thought about it, tears fell from the corners of Xia Zhitong's eyes, blurring his vision and staining the paint on the album...
"Xiaojing, this is my sister Xiaojing's picture album. She likes this picture album very much and takes it with her wherever she goes..." Xia Zhitong's hands were trembling and she looked excitedly at Huo Wenxuan beside her.
Huo Wenxuan supported Xia Zhitong, who was about to faint, and frowned. Looking at Xia Zhitong's worried and distressed look, his heart began to feel pity. He was once an "orphan", bullied and abandoned by others. The little boy in Xia Zhitong's words
Jing is a mentally retarded girl. She must have been abducted here and suffered the same suffering as he had experienced.
"I'm going to find her, I'm going to find her!" Xia Zhitong shook off Huo Wenxuan's hand and ran out anxiously, pushing the doors open one after another, looking for the girl who looked demented.
However, Xia Zhitong frantically searched the entire orphanage, but there was no trace of Xiaojing. Her heart was so anxious that she was haggard. She searched back and forth in the orphanage over and over again...
Until she finally sat in front of the dilapidated building in despair, hugging her legs, her red eyes filled with self-blame.
"Mom, it's all my fault. I only care about myself, and I can't even take care of Xiaojing... I'm sorry for you... I'm sorry for you..."
Tears like pearls fell down one by one. Huo Wenxuan followed her all the way. The wound burst due to repeated walking. The tearing pain made his lips pale, but he endured the pain and stayed with her silently.
Xia Zhitong sat by the dilapidated steps.
His hands gently hooked her delicate shoulders. That little girl was actually so fragile. She pushed Huo Wenxuan away stubbornly, not wanting him to see her useless look with red eyes from crying.
"Go away and let me be quiet."
"If I don't leave, why should I leave!" Huo Wenxuan's tone was a little domineering. The cool wind blew through his black hair, and there was a touch of love in his bright crystal eyes. His hands were clasped tightly.
Holding her, Xia Zhitong struggled, and his wound was pulled again.
A heart-piercing pain made his whole body tremble. Xia Zhitong was immersed in sadness and did not notice that his forehead twitched. The severe pain made him almost unable to speak.
"I am your husband, your man, why can't I care about you!"
Xia Zhitong looked back at him, and when she met those gentle yet firm eyes, her heart was slightly shocked. This man was obviously injured and extremely weak, yet he pretended to be strong and hugged her domineeringly.
she.
Perhaps, when every man meets a woman he likes, even if he is injured to the point of being unable to stand, he will swear to hold on to the woman he loves in his arms...
"Stop talking nonsense... I am not your woman at all, and..." Xia Zhitong suddenly choked up, and her voice became softer, "And I don't deserve it... I don't deserve you..."
She is already "Huo Chengxi's" woman, how could she be his woman.
"I said you are my woman, and you are my woman, Xia Zhitong. From now on, your business is my business! I will find your sister for you even from the end of the world!"
Huo Wenxuan stared at her deeply, his amber eyes were bright and charming, clean and clear. His words were domineering and gentle, as if they could warm people's hearts...so pure, true, and without any falsehood.
The tears accumulated in Xia Zhitong's eyes fell out in an instant. Under the sun, her tears were like shining crystals, so beautiful that it made people feel distressed...
"Thank you... thank you for being so kind to me. I really... don't know how to repay you. I..."
Xia Zhitong was rubbed in Huo Wenxuan's arms and burst into tears.
…
*
After Xia Zhitong calmed down, Huo Wenxuan accompanied Xia Zhitong to the dean's office.
"That mentally retarded girl? I picked her up in the suburbs. I saw her carrying a bag and kept shouting, sister, where are you... where are you... don't abandon me..."
"Xiao Jing..." Xia Zhitong frowned, blaming herself, "It's all my fault. I didn't fulfill my responsibility as a sister."
"Hey." The dean sighed and said, "This girl is stupid, but she is very talented in art. I saw that she is good at painting, singing and dancing. She is just too stupid for such a big child.
She was bullied by our older children and disobedient. Fortunately, she was taken away a few days ago, otherwise I would really... tsk, tsk, a headache..."
"Being taken away? Who?" Xia Zhitong put her hands on her desk and stared at him with round eyes. The anxiety in her heart had made her unable to calm down anymore.
"Oh, a rich man, he looks just like you. He drove a car and picked up the girl. He gave me hundreds of thousands." The dean smiled, with insatiable greed in his eyes. "I see him.
I'm so rich, but I'm so stupid to ask him more questions!"
"Rich man?" Xia Zhitong suddenly had an uneasy premonition, and her hands and feet were suddenly cold. At this moment, Huo Wenxuan's hand wrapped Xia Zhitong's little hand and held her in his arms.
Huo Wenxuan asked seriously, "Then do you still remember what the person who adopted Xiaojing looked like and what was his name?"
"Oh, I haven't seen this before. It seems that he sent his men to pick him up. But I remember his last name. It seems that his last name is... Huo Lai. Yes! His last name is Huo!"
"The surname is Huo!?" Xia Zhitong looked at Huo Wenxuan with eyes wide open in shock.
Huo Wenxuan bit his lip, with a hint of fierceness in his eyes, and asked the dean, "Are you sure that his surname is Huo, that he is powerful and generous?"
"Yes." The dean said affirmatively, "I said that in our city, there are so many rich people named Huo. Tsk tsk, I didn't get the right birth. If I had known, my mother would have married someone named Huo.
I am also developed now..."
Huo Wenxuan looked at the dean with disdain, withdrew his gaze, turned around, and hugged Xia Zhitong, who was about to faint.
At this moment, she could no longer think or calm down, but she could judge who took Xiaojing away.
"Is it him... could it be him...?" She felt waves of dizziness, impacting her brain.
Suddenly, a white handkerchief fell on her beautiful cherry blossom face, and Huo Wenxuan wiped away her tears gently and delicately.
"Xiaotong, don't be afraid..." His voice was like a cup of freshly brewed tea, light and comfortable, gradually soothing the anxiety in her heart, "I believe that Xiaojing will be safe, and maybe she will be
The person who picked her up didn't mean to hurt her. You said that, right?"
Xia Zhitong nodded.
Huo Wenxuan was such a kind person. They had already guessed that the person was 90% "Huo Chengxi", but Wenxuan comforted her and did not take the opportunity to slander him.
I hope Xiaojing can really be safe.
*
In the next few days, Xia Zhitong didn't sleep well. He was worried about Xiaojing all day long and worried about the news about someone.
I don’t know what happened to Chengxi.
After that night, did he escape safely? I heard that the Ji family was originally a gangster, but they have turned black into white in the past few years. Ji Kangwen does not seem to be an easy character to dismiss, and he will definitely continue to send people to hunt down Huo Chengxi.
Thinking of this, Xia Zhitong's heart ached.
Looking at the bright moonlight outside the window, she held in her hand the ear diamond necklace she had exchanged with Huo Chengxi, and the ring woven with flowers and plants on her ring finger.
It's a pity that the pale moonlight is a bit bleak and desolate, and the nameless white flower is gradually withering...
Happiness gradually withered, and the longing in her heart became more intense like a tide...
Chengxi,
Where are you……
Tomorrow, I will hold a wedding with Huo Wenxuan.
Will you show up?
*
5555, there is no gold medal, no recommendation, and no support, I can’t write anymore.
Huh, I won't let Huo Chengxi show up because everyone is not good at all!