No matter what you say at this time, it will be a loss. Pei Xiao just squatted beside him and stayed with him, warming him with the little warmth he had.
When he raised his head, there was a thin layer of moisture in his eyes, as if he was looking through her into the unknown void.
He said a lot that night, more than what Pei Xiao had said in total since he met him. Most of them were memories of him and the girl named Coco, from their acquaintance, love to separation. He
He spoke incoherently, and would suddenly get stuck when he couldn't remember anything in the middle of a sentence, and then he would pull his thick, short hair in annoyance.
Pei Xiao listened silently, sometimes holding him when he committed self-harm. He suddenly grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms.
Pei Xiao was staggered by him and looked at him in confusion.
He said: "Let me hug you, just for a while."
Then before she could refuse, he pushed her into his arms forcefully.
He put his face on her shoulder, and wet and hot liquid flowed down his chin and into the hollow of her neck, tickling her. Pei Xiao didn't dare to move. She didn't feel disgusted by his embrace, but rather felt it.
Strangely kind.
He said: "It doesn't matter if you don't forgive me; it doesn't matter if you don't love me anymore. As long as you are still there, as long as you are alive... that's enough."
He paused, with a heart-wrenching happiness in his tone: "I love you... Coco."
Pei Xiao looked at him in shock and explained incoherently: "You made a mistake, I'm not..."
She was about to deny it but was suddenly stopped by him. When she was caught off guard, his kiss had already fallen on her lips.
In the flash of lightning, she couldn't think at all and just looked at him with wide eyes.
He kissed her lingeringly, with a heartbreaking force. Tears slipped into his mouth, and it was unclear whether they were his or hers. They turned into lingering bitterness and spread on the coating of his tongue.
She was so anxious that she cried, hammering him feebly and rejecting him. He couldn't stop, as if there was a pot of oil in his heart, crackling and boiling, screaming for longing. The joy of regaining replaced everything, and he greedily absorbed it.
She smells like a child who has been ill for a long time and finally found a good medicine.
He didn't let her go until there was a tingling sensation on the tip of his tongue. Snap——
She slapped him across the face without hesitation.
He plucked up the courage to look at her, but she stared at him with red eyes as if looking at a stranger, and ran away without saying a word.
There was another gust of wind, shaking off a few drops of heavy rain, and the branches of the old locust tree rustled, reflecting on the cement wall. Xi Wanlai sat quietly under the tree, holding the iron box in his arms, and suddenly lowered his head.
He laughed softly. He was crying and laughing at the same time, looking extremely strange behind the empty auditorium.
*
The company repeatedly called her to remind her not to forget to attend the new film production meeting in the afternoon.
Thinking that she would see Xi Wanlai when she returned to the company, Pei Xiao wanted to cower. The manager controlled the lifeblood of an artist, and the last thing she wanted was to fall out with her manager.
She called back to the company and tentatively discussed with the director of the artist department: "Can you assign me an assistant?"
There was no reply, so the phone beeped for a while and was transferred to the president's office.
"Girl?"
When the deep voice came, Pei Xiao became excited all over: "Mr. Xi, are you back?"
He hummed softly and asked straight to the point: "As far as I know, if I only bring you as an artist later, there shouldn't be any lack of care."