Saving The Villain Boy

High school days always pass quickly. Time was overwhelmed by heavy studies, and occasionally raised his head from the densely packed tiny prints of the test paper, only to see a neatly sinking scapula, and the rustle of the pen flying on the paper was like a silkworm gnawing on mulberry leaves.

Yan Qiwei and Liang Xiao did not talk about what happened that evening very tacitly. The confession that the teenager had never spoken was blown away by the evening breeze, but a little bit of debris fell into her heart, silently telling all her thoughts.

Time hurried, and the end of the year came in a blink of an eye.

Affected by that force, Yan Qiwei was unable to ask or inquire about any information related to "Liang Wei". She could only determine by the gossip she had accidentally heard in high school. Liang Wei's death was probably in the first semester of high school, shortly after school started. .

Ms. Xie Yuan, who told her about it, looked sad, and she seemed to hesitate for a while before she said: "Weiwei, I heard that something happened to the little girl in the Liang family. Your father and I are going to the Imperial Capital tonight. "

Then he said: "You have to pay attention to your safety during this time, what about their family..."

The words come to an abrupt end here, after all, it is a secret private matter in other people's homes.

-But judging from the tone of my mother's expression, it was mostly accidental.

In winter, the imperial capital was full of dry and cold winds, rushing as if lost, hitting the window lattice fiercely. Everything is silent, and the haze is reminiscent of layers of milk, being splashed into the almost frozen air.

The clouds deposited on the horizon were gray, blocking the sunlight behind the clouds, and when I raised my head, I could only see a faintly glowing yellow cotton with no bright color.

New Year's Eve is the time for family reunion. Yan Qiwei was sitting on the sofa watching the Spring Festival Gala with her family, and she suddenly felt untimely and thought that this was the last New Year that "Liang Wei" spent with them.

Chen Jiayi finally got out of the heavy work, leaned on Liang Qiheng’s arm on the sofa, tired and ate a sunflower seed: "It’s not that I said, the quality of the Spring Festival Gala is getting worse and worse. All the guests invited are The traffic star has simply lost the atmosphere it deserves. Listen to what this song is about, it almost breaks the sound."

Liang Faking touched his chin with his free left hand, and nodded very badly: "It makes sense. They are singing by Chen Men. In front of our imperial capital, White Rose, there is no word'broken sound'."

The three juniors laughed out at the same time, and Chen Jiayi glared at him pretendingly: "The imperial capital has broken the gong, and your Taoism and deeds are not higher than them."

Liang Qi answered yes.

The group was completely overwhelmed by red envelopes, and the small group of four was swiped by Zheng Zeyu's blessings.

[The heart is clear, but it doesn’t make sense without the red envelope; the spring breeze brings warmth into Tusu, and the red envelope gives me contentment; the sound of firecrackers is a year old, and no red envelope is unhappy. ]

[New Year’s Eve is approaching. For the sake of the earth’s environment and resources, please consciously reduce the purchase of traditional paper currency greeting cards and send me a red envelope on QQ. ]

In the end, I simply sent a flashy font of the earthy emoticon package: [Friend, do you send it? ]

Yan Qiwei:...

Zheng Zeyu, a man with adolescent body, kindergarten-level aesthetics and a middle-aged life attitude, is really amazing.

"By the way, for the New Year, this thing cannot be less." Chen Jiayi smiled and exchanged glances with her husband, and juggled out three thick and big red envelopes from her coat pocket, "I prepared it together with my dad."

Liang Bozhong was the first to rush forward and take it with both hands: "I wish you two generations to come, and dominate the rivers and lakes!"

Yan Qiwei also followed him with a booze: "Long live long live long live long live!"

"Don't don't don't," Liang Qi waved his hand. "Learn from your brother Liang Xiao, how spoiled you are."

Yan Qiwei quietly cast a look at him.

Liang Xiao paused: "Thank you...thank you Lord Longen."

Chen Jiayi laughed: "This kid also broke down with Weiwei."

"How can you learn bad from me?" She smiled forward, put her arms around Chen Jiayi and Liang Qi, and slapped them on their cheeks, "Thank you Mom and Dad!"

After I raised my head, I saw Liang Bozhong staring at them thoughtfully, so he pretended to suddenly realize: "You want it too?"

"Who, who would think—"

Liang Bozhong didn't finish his words, he dexterously got up and lowered his head to the convenience, and dropped a brisk kiss on his forehead.

bumped into.

His first kiss flew.

Is it too late to chop off the forehead now?

"Pervert! Hooligan!" The child flushed and kicked his legs, "I'm not clean!"

Well, yes, don't touch you, you are dirty.

When Yan Qiwei was done, she straightened up with a smirk, and when she turned her head, she inadvertently met Liang Xiao's eyes.

She opened her mouth slightly and didn't speak, but the young man's ears became red first, and her eyelashes dropped hastily.

—As if she was about to follow the law and kiss him forcibly.

The host of the TV show was still reporting the countdown to the New Year. The bell rang at zero o'clock, but the city remained silent because of the fireworks ban.

Yan Qiwei was inevitably disappointed, and she still complained to Liang Xiao when she went upstairs to sleep: "The Spring Festival without fireworks is really not a Chinese New Year."

He didn't say a word, and it took a long time before he answered softly "um".

This was originally an ordinary New Year's Eve, so ordinary that it seemed that it could not leave any impressive memory points.

When Yan Qiwei was about to fall asleep, a knock on the door suddenly sounded outside the room.

With some confusion, she got up and opened the door, facing Liang Xiao's obsidian eyes in the dim light in the corridor.

He seemed to have just experienced a violent exercise, panting slightly. The soft hair was dipped in the mist of the night sky, a few strands of which leaned softly on the forehead, and more fluffy and exploded into a mess, reminding her of the unpruned midsummer branches and leaves.

Then Liang Xiao stretched out his hand and handed her a small paper box in his hand.

He was really tired, his pale face was bloodless, even his lips were dry and chapped, and his voice was soft and soft when he spoke, "Here is it for you."

Yan Qiwei lowered her eyes and saw the pure black writing on the paper box.

-"Pyrotechnic sticks".

It turned out that he went out at midnight, looking for supermarket after supermarket, just wanting to buy this box of fairy sticks.

And in order to be delivered before she falls asleep, the teenager must not stop running wildly, in the biting cold winter wind.

Just because of her unintentional words.

The heart seemed to be pried abruptly by something, and a gentle wind poured in. Yan Qiwei was so flattered for the first time in her life, she was stunned for a full five seconds before she took it carefully.

"Sorry." Liang Xiao was a little embarrassed, "Because of the ban on burning, I can only buy this small pyrotechnic stick."

Yan Qiwei shook her head, stuck it on her chest, and grinned at him: "Liang Xiao, this is the best New Year gift I have ever received."

He smiled in relief, and heard the little girl in front of him leaning over and saying: "Come in. Let's light it on the balcony of the room."

Liang Xiao rarely comes to her bedroom.

The girl's room was filled with the fresh white gardenia scent, like a soft boneless hand, brushing the tip of her nose alluringly. He didn't dare to look up and examine the layout of the house, as if it was a crime of conspiracy to take a second look, so he lowered his eyelids without saying a word.

When the fairy wand was lit, a dazzling white light burst out, and the sizzling fire light fell like stars in the sky.

Falling on the girl's Yingrun fingertips and fair and delicate face, she was surrounded by layers of hazy white light.

It seems that there is a long distance away, and it can't be touched.

When the flame is quickly extinguished, the white light also gradually disappears. In the wanton splash of pitch black ink, only her bright apricot eyes were still shining.

Yan Qiwei bent her eyes and smiled: "Liang Xiao, I'm really happy and happy, thank you."

They were very close, and the warm body temperature of the girl's whole body seemed to be blown to him by the night wind.

Stop laughing.

Liang Xiao secretly gripped the corner of his tight shirt, pressing his cold fingertips painfully.

Otherwise he could not help but kiss.

That is, at this moment, a red light flashed across the horizon, followed by colorful fireworks, which suddenly pierced the silence of the night.

I don't know which family members violated the burning ban and set off fireworks in the quiet emperor's capital during the New Year.

Yan Qiwei raised her head, her eyes reflected the night sky as bright as daylight and the grand waterfall that hung in the sky and pouring down. The corners of her mouth were slightly curved: "It can't be compared to our fairy stick."

As soon as the voice fell, a dark gray swiftly passed by, and then there was a tingling pain in the bottom of his eyes.

Yan Qiwei hissed coldly, and subconsciously covered her eyes: "It seems... ashes flew into her eyes."

She was trying to rub her eyelids, and suddenly a cold touch fell on the back of her hand.

Liang Xiao gently pressed her right hand, and there was obvious tension in her tone: "Don't rub it. You open your eyes and I will blow for you."

In the cold and dry northern winter, the originally clear and clean voice of the teenager also tended to be hoarse and low-pitched as if by the cold. He spoke softly and gently, and the voice was really bewitching. Before her brain thought, Yan Qiwei opened her eyes obediently.

He moved closer, the two were no more than a finger distance apart.

Accompanied by the cool and refreshing cold wind, there is also the faint smell of woody plants in Liang Xiao's body, mixed with the scent of laundry detergent and lavender, which blurs her consciousness into a ball.

Because she had to open her eyes, Yan Qiwei had to face his extremely close face. The young man's perfect facial features were flawless even if she looked closer, she blinked, and even a flesh-colored scar that was about to heal under Liang Xiao's eyes was clearly visible.

The fireworks behind him were still in full bloom, and his dark and deep eyes lit up with the light from the fire. Yan Qiwei saw herself in the quiet and deep pool.

No need to kiss or hug, even this distance is enough to make her heart beat faster.

After a long while, Liang Xiao straightened up: "Okay."

After a pause, he made another joke: "Because you don't like it, the fireworks are angry."

Who doesn't want to be liked by her.

Yan Qiwei squeezed the small box in her hand, lowered her eyelashes to conceal the passing loneliness, pursing her lips and smiling: "But I just like the gift you gave."

She wanted to tell Liang Xiao, because she liked him the most.

But Yan Qiwei can't.

This body will die in less than three months. If you show your heart before that, it will only make Liang Xiao more painful in the future.

She regrets a bit, maybe she should ignore him from the beginning, so that even if she loses it, she won't feel the slightest regret.

-But she really couldn't watch the inferiority, withdrawn, and incompatible boy, who was suffering from illness, spent the first half of his life alone.

"I am also very happy to be with you." He smiled shyly, his eyes soft enough to melt people, "Next time in the New Year, I will give you a better gift."

Yan Qiwei smiled.

After a long, long time, when the fireworks went down, even the glimmer of the stars disappeared.

She said, "Okay."

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