Many things from the past were deliberately buried in Mu Qian's memory.
And all the things that have been buried, after all, are related to this man.
Just like the iron box in front of me.
There are dozens of portraits in the iron box, all of which were painted by her own hands.
Some are drawn on white paper, some are drawn on notebooks, and some are drawn on textbooks.
It was only when she saw these portraits again that she once again remembered her feelings about falling in love with this man in the past.
When she saw him, she completely lost herself, and when she couldn't see him, she would draw him in her thoughts.
So some of these paintings were painted at home, some were painted at school, some were painted late at night, and some were painted in class.
When I miss you to the extreme, I pick up the paintbrush and see him in every painting.
What flows through the writing, cannot be hidden, cannot be controlled, is all the love she once had for him.
So when she was forced to leave the Huo family and prepare to go to the United States, she packed her luggage. What she packed most was not the clothes, shoes, socks, books and toys, but these various portraits.
However, after a random search, I found dozens of them, and I didn't find anything else, only more.
But what can she do with these portraits?
When she was most desperate, she lay on the bed and cried bitterly. After crying, she found an iron box and put all the portraits in it.
Even though her heart still couldn't help but hold out expectations, her reason told her that she shouldn't keep these portraits, just like that man, they didn't belong to her.
She ran into the garden holding the iron box and buried it under a jacaranda.
After burying her, she sat under the tree for a long time and fell asleep unconsciously. When she woke up, blue jacaranda flowers had fallen all over her body.
It has always been easy for flowers to fall, and for good dreams to be awakened.
She should finally wake up from her dream about him.
She buried the box and never thought about digging it out. Even when she returned to the house later, she didn't even remember that she had buried anything in the garden.
This box was supposed to be buried under the jacaranda tree, but instead it appeared in Huo Jinxi's study.
He once abandoned her like a pair of worn-out shoes, but there was a box in the study where she buried her past.
Does he care about that past?
Huo Jinxi stood silently for a moment, finally turned to look at her, and said slowly: "For me, the past is indeed not that important."
Mu Qian looked at him for a moment and smiled slowly, "I thought you would say that you care and that the reason why you drove me away was to protect me. In fact, you have always liked me and miss me very much. Why don't you lie?
I?"
Huo Jinxi looked at her quietly, "Does it make sense?"
"It's meaningless." Mu Qian replied lightly, but his eyes fell on the iron box again, "So what's the meaning of the things in that box?"
Although the paint on the box was oxidized and peeled off, the contents inside were well preserved and did not look like they had been buried in the ground for a long time. In other words, it should have been that she had just buried it, or that it had been buried shortly after.
Digged it out.
She didn't know how he knew, but she was sure that he kept this box of things for a long time.
If you are as ruthless as him, why bother?
Thinking of this, Mu Qian suddenly chuckled, "It's better to throw it away completely."
After saying that, she was about to reach over Huo Jinxi to get the box. Huo Jinxi stretched out his hand to stop her. Mu Qian's whole body pressed against his arm, and he immediately pulled her into his arms and held her tightly.
This posture was a bit awkward, but Huo Jinxi didn't seem to want to let go.
His eyes fell heavily on her face, his breathing was slightly slow, but he didn't speak.
Mu Qian stood stiffly for a moment, then raised her eyes to look at him, "You have had a hard time in the past seven years, right?"
Huo Jinxi's eyes were extremely deep.
"I heard that you have been betrayed many times, so you don't trust people very much now. You even dare not have women because of your suspicion." Mu Qian raised her head slightly, "What about me? Do you believe me?"
Huo Jinxi lowered his eyes and looked at her. After a long time, he slowly said, "I believe it."
"What do you believe?" Mu Qian asked, "What do you believe in me?"
"everything."
Mu Qian suddenly laughed. After a moment of silence, she suddenly asked again: "What about Ye Jingwei? Do you believe me about her?"
Mentioning Ye Jingwei, Huo Jinxi's arms suddenly tightened a lot. It took a while before Mu Qian heard his voice again: "I believe it."
"Do you believe it?" Mu Qian sneered, "How do you believe it? You brought her to me, you said she was your girlfriend, you said I was wishful thinking, you told me to get out of the Huo family -"
Huo Jinxi instantly pushed Mu Qian against the wall, lowered his head and sealed her lips tightly.
She struggled hard and breathed together. The kiss was almost biting, but Huo Jinxi never let go.
Mu Qian resisted in vain for a long time and finally gave up.
Huo Jinxi kept pressing against her until his hands went numb.
Regarding the past, he didn't want to defend himself.
The reason why he let her leave was because he knew what he was going to face and what he should do.
So he ruthlessly got rid of all the people and things that might hinder him, and turned himself into a person without weaknesses, lonely to the extreme and cruel to the extreme.
He doesn't care about life or death, let alone those insignificant people and things?
But this road is not easy to walk. This kind of life can really be miserable to the point of darkness.
Familiar friends all said that he should be sent to the Abnormal Human Research Center, but only he knew that in those extremely cold and lonely late nights, he was still an ordinary person and missed those sunny days in the past.
Among those people and things worth remembering, there was only one person, and the sincerity and enthusiasm she had dedicated to him. Occasionally recalling a little bit of it was enough to warm the entire cold night.
She thought she was not that important, and he also thought she was not that important.
It wasn't until seven years later that he finally realized what he had lost.
"What else are you accusing?" Huo Jinxi slowly let go of her lips and spoke in a low voice, "Tell me everything."
Mu Qian lowered her eyes, but didn't say anything for a long time.
What else to accuse?
What's the use of complaining about the injuries and pain that happened in the past, those lost people and things, those irrevocable passing years?
She tried her best to hide her wounds in the numb days, while he missed the only trace of warmth from the past in the dark and lightless years.
She and he were just two poor people after all.
"No." After a long time, Mu Qian finally said, "Huo Jinxi, I feel relieved knowing that you have been having a hard time these past few years. I feel happy and I don't have any worries anymore."
"But I do," he said.
Mu Qian finally raised her eyes to look at him again.
Huo Jinxi took her hands and slowly placed them on the back of his waist.