Through the light from the window, Carter could be vaguely seen sitting there like a piece of rotten wood. It seemed that he was still deeply blaming himself and feeling guilty for Terry's death.
Seeing this scene, Li Xiao also had mixed feelings in his heart. If Carter himself couldn't get out of his inner demons, no matter who helped him, it would be useless.
At this time, Li Xiao felt the urge to urinate, so he got out of bed and walked out of the room and went to the bathroom.
The entire manor villa is very grand and luxurious, and it was specially approved by the FBI from above in order to protect the safety of them.
There are fine carpentry lines everywhere, colorful furniture carvings, warm-colored blankets, a fireplace that feels warm as soon as you approach it, a star-patterned ceiling, and a magnificent, classic American villa style.
If you didn't have to be constantly wary of death, living in such a villa would be quite comfortable.
When Li Xiao passed the stairwell and was about to go back to his room, he suddenly found that the lights were on in the living room downstairs, but it was quiet and silent.
Li Xiao frowned slightly, and after walking down the stairs, he found that Claire was holding a book with concentration and reading under the lamp.
"You still haven't slept yet?" Li Xiao frowned slightly, sat down on the sofa opposite Claire, and looked at Claire with leisurely eyes.
"It's very quiet at night. It's a good time to read a book." Claire looked away from the book and looked up at Li Xiao, her eyelashes trembling slightly.
Li Xiao couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he heard this.
He has always felt that Claire is a very peculiar girl, with long silky hair hanging down her shoulders, and green eyes like the gentle autumn water. She is not only beautiful and charming, but also even when everyone is dying.
Even when she was shrouded in fear, she could still remain calm and indifferent, like a snow lotus blooming alone, separated from the hustle and bustle of the world.
Their eyes intertwined, and Li Xiao couldn't help but feel slightly dazed.
Li Xiao turned his head and glanced sideways at the title page of the book, which was "Leaves of Grass" by the American poet Whitman.
"Do you like reading poetry collections?" Li Xiao asked.
"Well, I really like the romantic mood in this collection of poems. When I read the collection of poems when I'm upset, all the unhappiness will disappear." Claire showed a sweet smile.
I didn’t expect this to be an artistic young woman, but this can be seen from some scenes in the movie. Whether in the airport waiting room or at home, Claire will often hold a book and read it, which shows her love for books.
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Having said this, Claire temporarily closed the poetry collection, her eyes lit up, like an agate stone immersed in a pool of autumn water, and looked at Li Xiao with interest: "Why, Xiao, you are also very knowledgeable about poetry collections."
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Li Xiao shrugged his shoulders and said: "I can't say that there is any research, but I also like the wild and carefree artistic conception in poetry, just like the poem of a famous Chinese poet: Swallow grass is as green as blue.
Silk, Qin mulberry and low green branches. When the king returns home with his arms in his arms, it is the time when my concubine has a broken heart."
I think that when he was in college, in order to pick up girls, Li Xiao often tinkered with these love poems. For example, he could easily pick up this song "Spring Thoughts" by Li Bai, and when he read it out, he was still mellow and affectionate.
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Claire calmed down and listened to the meaning of this poem. She closed her eyes and felt the romantic mood suddenly filling her mind. She couldn't help but blush on her face and sincerely praised: "This poem is really so beautiful."
It’s wonderful! The poet who wrote this poem is also very talented. To be able to write such a poem, his life experience must be full of legends.”
Li Xiao nodded in disbelief: "Speaking of it, his life is very legendary. It is true. Not only is he full of knowledge and talent, but his poems are also famous for generations. He also likes drinking. It is said that this can make people happy.
He adds inspiration.”
"Even his death was related to alcohol. According to legend, Li Bai wore a palace brocade robe and swam in the Caishi River. He was proud and complacent, as if no one else was around. He died because he was drunk and caught the moon in the water."
For Li Bai, Li Xiao actually had more of an impression of the poems he had to recite in Chinese class. Regarding the cause of Li Bai's death, Li Xiao also saw it on a Tieba forum one day.
When he saw that paragraph of text, he felt very unbelievable. Li Bai, a poet of his generation, was very talented. He was admired by countless people in that era when poetry was respected, but his death was really unbelievable. He was drunk.
He died catching the moon. For such a romantic poet, I didn't expect that even his death would be so dramatic. He was really jealous of the talent.
"Ah? Is that so? That's really a pity." After listening to this, Claire couldn't help but said with regret, but she became very interested in Li Bai's poems: "When I have time, I will definitely read his collection of poems.
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"Well, it's definitely worth it."
After discovering their common hobbies, Li Xiao and Claire also talked openly, including their own interests, hobbies, ideals, or emotional experiences, etc. It can be said that they talked about everything, and they were chatting.
In the meantime, Li Xiao felt more and more that Claire had many ideas that were consistent with his own, and there was a sense of connection between them.
There is no need for too many unnecessary words, sometimes even just a look can be used to understand what the other person wants to express. The subtle emotions flow lightly, and the faint lights reflect on the faces of the two people, making them look extremely warm.
Staring at each other, a tranquil smile, a feeling of happiness and warmth grew in the hearts of the two of them.
At this moment, Claire suddenly felt a gust of cold wind blowing. She shrank her neck and couldn't help but shiver. She turned her head and saw that the window in the living room had been blown open at some point.
The cold wind blew in through the window.
"It's strange, the window was clearly closed just now." Claire murmured in confusion.
Li Xiao just noticed this and couldn't help but frowned slightly. He stood up, walked to the window sill, and reached out to close the window. But at this moment, his eyes condensed, and the rest of his eyes
The light captured a figure walking towards the manor in the darkness.
"That's Carter?!"
The figure in the darkness had its arms lowered, its figure hunched over, and its slow pace seemed unusually heavy, as if it were a walking corpse that had lost consciousness.
An ominous premonition suddenly arose in Li Xiao's heart. Just when he was about to stop him in a deep voice, Carter suddenly stopped. After standing still for a moment, he suddenly shouted, "Terry, I'll accompany you."
Got it!" Then, he suddenly accelerated and crashed into a wall made of granite!