Saving The Villain Boy

Yan Qiwei let out a sigh of relief on the glass window, her fingertips falling on a piece of white fog that had condensed.

Liang, Xiao.

She wrote these two familiar words stroke by stroke, and then quickly erased them. When the palm of her hand passed the window, a bit of chill came in extremely sharply, making her surprised for a moment.

Since falling in love with Liang Xiao, Yan Qiwei has practiced his name over and over again in textbooks, notebooks and draft paper, and shredded them over and over again and threw them in the trash can, so that no one would see them.

These two words are the secret in her heart, even with the admiration that can't be said anyway.

Xia Xi said that she was moved by herself, and she played a one-man show for three years, but the male protagonist never appeared. But Liang Xiao made no secret of disgust and rejection of all the opposite **** who deliberately got close to him. Instead of being hated by him, he might as well be a stranger honestly.

The snow was still falling outside the window, which reminded Yan Qiwei of a certain noon in college. It was snowing like this that day, and she met Liang Xiao by chance in the library.

She didn't dare to sit too close, so she could only sit not far away and quietly glanced at him pretending to be reading.

At that time, Liang Xiao's head was drooping, and his whole body exuded an icy breath that no one would get close to. The delicate silhouette was slightly brightened by the dappled sunlight. Suddenly he raised his head, so scared that Yan Qiwei hurriedly covered her cheek with a book.

He didn't look at her, but looked sideways to the side glass window, stretched out his hand and wrote a small word on Baiqi.

After Liang Xiao left, she pretended to pass by that window inadvertently, and when her eyes fell on the two blurred writing, her whole heart was raised.

Weiwei.

He wrote the name in neat italics, secretly but carefully, just like when Yan Qiwei wrote his name.

That is her nickname.

When you have a secret love, you can always think of a lot from a small detail that has nothing to do with yourself. If this is a school love story about a two-way secret love, maybe Liang Xiao has been paying attention to her silently for a long time, and the two will come to a successful conclusion.

But Yan Qiwei knew that these two words had nothing to do with her. Liang Xiao hid a little girl in her heart, but it would never be her.

"Weiwei, have you seen my aunt?"

Her thoughts were interrupted by Chen Jiayi behind her. Yan Qiwei turned her head and listened to her continue to say, "Mahjong is missing one out of three, so she is the only one missing."

Now Liang Xiao's injury is more than half healed. Although she still repels contact with strangers, normal communication is not a problem. The Liang family deliberately prepared a small gathering today. The banquets were all relatives and close friends in private, with the intention of introducing this long-lost child to them.

The wives are keen on the game, and they made up several tables before long. Yan Qiwei thought about it carefully and replied slowly: "She seems to have appeared in the back garden before, do you want me to find it?"

Chen Jiayi was busy socializing, unable to pull herself away, and nodded gratefully to her.

The original owner was cold-tempered and didn't have close relations with relatives, so few people came to talk to her on the initiative, which happened to save the trouble of making a strong face and laughing.

The Liang family mansion has a garden, swimming pool, gym and other facilities. The beautiful snow scene in the back garden attracts even girls. Yan Qiwei glanced at the women walking in twos and threes. After confirming that there was no aunt among them, she was about to leave, and suddenly heard them talking.

She halted, and the feet that had just been lifted fell silently.

"Poor, pitiful, that kid suffered such a crime at a young age. I heard that not only was he beaten all over his body, but he also had mental problems."

"I think he is completely abolished. More than ten years of youth has been squandered like this. Now that he can't become a martial artist, he can still see that face."

"The three children of the Liang family are also really funny, a grumpy face, a silly young master, and now there is more trash. It's really a joke."

"Chen Jiayi also said not long ago that her sick daughter became obedient as if she suddenly had her resuscitation, just Liang Wei's half-dead face—"

Before this sentence was over, the person who spoke was pale and froze in place.

The little daughter of the Liang family, who was named "Dead Face" by her name, was standing not far away with her arms around her chest, her pale face with a playful smile, and she stared straight at her.

"What's the matter? Keep talking, I haven't heard enough." She smiled and blinked her eyes. Seeing that the women were silent in embarrassment, she chuckled and said, "Obviously, it has to be taken care of by the Liang family. It’s unexpected to me that middle-aged women would be so ignorant while chewing their tongues behind their backs. If I hear this again...please pack your bags and go back to your hometown."

Yan Qiwei was very angry. They can say that they have a bad temper, or that Liang Bozhong is a mischievous young master, except that the extremely insulting term "trash" cannot be used to describe Liang Xiao.

Today's boy is like a young bird with not yet full wings, scarred, ignorant and helpless, ignorant of the outside world, but one day he will grow up and become a high-flying eagle.

The entire sky is his possession.

The women were all distant relatives under the shade of the Liang family. They knew the power of their family well, and naturally knew that the phrase "packing up and returning to their hometown" in her mouth was not a lie.

-The Liang family can lift them to heaven and drag them to **** easily.

"Yes, sorry, we are just talking nonsense." It is not a glorious thing to apologize to the junior. The leading woman raised her eyes with a guilty conscience, and moved her eyes to some place behind her unconsciously, "You brothers and sisters don't Take it to heart."

Brother and sister?

Yan Qiwei had her heart beat, turned around quickly, and unexpectedly ran into a pair of dark eyes.

Liang Xiao didn't know how long he stood behind her. He didn't speak, and smiled at her very lightly: "Let's go."

Quietly around, there was a faint laughter coming from the house. Yan Qiwei's arrogant arrogance just now collapsed due to his appearance, her mind was numb, and her heart seemed to be picked up.

She was speechless for a while, so she could only obediently follow Liang Xiao and leave the back garden.

He must be uncomfortable.

Liang Xiao is a person with such a strong self-esteem. What's more, he has just returned home from a deep mountain, and his inferiority complex is rooted in his heart like weeds. If I hear those hurtful words again, Yan Qiwei can't imagine what he will be. taste.

"Weiwei." Before she had time to speak for comfort, Liang Xiao spoke first, "Don't listen to them, you, your personality is very good, and you are very energetic every day."

As if to convince her, he emphasized again: "Really, you are very good."

This is to refute the "dead face" and "violent temper" they said. He can't speak with a stupid mouth, so he can only comfort her with such green words.

Obviously he was the one who was ridiculed the most.

Yan Qiwei has heard so many confessions and praises, but there has never been a sentence like it that makes her heartbeat almost unsustainable.

A little bird broke free from the shackles of his heart, and when its wings spread, it swept across the softest corner of the heart, and lifted up a turbulent feeling.

Somehow she suddenly got courageous, stepped forward to Liang Xiao and met her eyes, and told him in a very sure tone: "You are also very good."

Under her gaze, the boy's dim pupils floated with a misty light, spreading like ripples on a deep pool. He was a little shy, shook his head and said in a low voice: "I..."

"Our Liang Xiao looks good, has a gentle personality, is not afraid of hardships, and is especially good at taking care of others. Do you dare to say that he is not good? Be careful when I hit you." She frowned in a distressed look, "But he is too aggressive It’s a little bit, I never tell us when I’m sad. We are a family. No matter what happens, my parents and I will stand by his side. He can’t do everything on his own, and sometimes he has to learn. Acting like a baby."

Liang Xiao pursed her lips and smiled: "Thank you."

"Actress" is a strange word to him.

He had rarely experienced warmth from others before. A soft word and a gentle look are all extravagant desires. Showing weakness has never saved him from being beaten and scolded. When the belt or broom falls on his body, the teenager gradually learns to gritt his teeth without saying a word.

No one knows that he is actually so envious of the children of the same age who can be cared for by his parents with just a single tear, almost shameful jealousy.

A gust of wind swept past, and the snowflakes fell down in a whirl, and the corners of the lips of the little girl in front of her rose lightly, and the light under her eyes seemed to bring radiant heat, and fell on Liang Xiao's heart with the wind.

Something is melting quietly.

He didn't avoid her sight for the first time in the world. Instead, he curled his eyebrows and looked at him nervously, his voice was soft, as if he had made a great determination: "Weiwei, come here."

Yan Qiwei stepped forward blankly, and it happened that Liang Xiao also moved closer to her.

The two were very close, and she could feel the warm breath of the young person, and a faint fragrance of laundry detergent.

His shadow covered her whole, and everything she saw was a dark shadow. She didn't dare to look up at his expression, so she could only straighten her waist pretending to be calm.

Yan Qiwei's ears were red and her heart was pounding.

Liang Xiao also straightened his body because of tension, and then he stretched out his hand and put his fingers on her soft hair, carefully brushing off a piece of snowflakes that hadn't melted for a long time.

He didn't touch any other parts except the hair, but even such an action that did not leave a trace could make Liang Xiao's heart lift up subconsciously.

It has been too long since he actively touched other people.

When the hair ran across the fingertips, there was a soft and unreal touch, and the head of the heart was scratched slightly by the cat's claws, and it was inexplicably itchy. Liang Xiao suddenly thought that her body was so warm and soft.

He doesn't hate this feeling.

After the snowflakes were blown away, he took a quiet step back and slowly told her: "Okay."

Yan Qiwei hadn't been relieved from the dazed dazedness. Hearing his voice suddenly sounded, she tried to suppress the excessively violent heartbeat, and hurriedly said "thank you".

After she said that, she deliberately walked quickly in front of Liang Xiao, with an unconcealable smile at the corner of her mouth, and a cheerful smile at the corners of her eyebrows.

So happy.

It turns out that when I am extremely happy, walking is really like flying lightly.

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