I, the villainous female lead, wear many hats

Chapter 248 Christmas Memories (Cheng Hao's Childhood Chapter)
He came out, and gently closed the door, isolating the delirious mother inside.

He hesitated.

"you know me?"

He didn't know the little girl in front of him.

But how would she know his name?
"I know you, but you don't know me." The little girl on the opposite side raised her head proudly.

Xiao Chengmao looked at her again in a daze, but frowned.

"Oh, you don't need to worry about this!"

She blinked mysteriously at him.

Xiao Chengmao watched her silently.

She is very different today from yesterday.

She was aggressive yesterday, and every strand of her hair seemed to speak of her pride.

And today...

Those foreign eyes sparkled when they saw him.

……it's wired.

Xiao Chengmao was silent for a moment, then glanced at the little girl in hospital gown in front of her, "If there is nothing else, then I'll leave first."

After speaking, he wanted to turn around and go back to the ward.

"Don't!"

Jiang Chacha's eyes widened, she reached out and grabbed him.

She grabbed his wrist.

It is the deep winter in Licheng, and there are small snowflakes floating outside.In this gentle riverside city, the chance of snowfall is very small every year. Even if it does fall, the snowflakes are spread on the branches in a thin layer.

She used a little force, and directly pulled his wrist out of the sleeve of the down jacket a little.

But Xiao Chengmao shook off her hand as if in stress, and quickly pushed back the sleeves of the down jacket, as if trying to hide something shady.

Although it was only a few seconds, although he was very fast.

But Jiang Chacha still saw it.

I saw his arm hidden under the down jacket, covered with old and new bruises.

Light, deep, blue, purple, there are.

Having never seen such a scene before, Jiang Chacha was startled for a moment.

When she came back to her senses, Xiao Chengmao left silently.

With a bang, the door of the ward was closed.

This door is like a wall between them, he is inside and she is outside.

Jiang Chacha glanced at the door and left.

From now on, Xiao Chengmao will see this little girl in the hospital.

But he only took one look each time and walked away.

Jiang Chacha, who traveled through time again, gritted her teeth angrily.

Because she finally had a chance to travel back to the age of six, and finally got in touch with the childhood Cheng Hao, but he kept locking himself in his mother's ward.

Jiang Chacha couldn't help shivering at the thought of the cold corpse hanging in the air next to him in "The Room".

She asked the nanny sent by the family to take care of her to pick her up so that she could lie on the door and see what little Cheng Hao was doing through the observation window of the ward door.

Her little hands were lying on the observation window, her beautiful eyes turned nimbly, and soon she saw the taciturn little Cheng Hao who was staying in the corner of the ward.

She tapped on the door.

Hearing the voice, Xiao Chengmao looked sideways.

Then I saw that she didn't know how to reach the observation window, and she was waving a hand happily at him through the window.

He didn't have much energy, and just put his arms around his knees to relieve the loneliness brought about by this cold ward.

Later, apart from doctors and nurses coming in for regular checks, there was another hand knocking on the door.

After knocking on the door, those hands would come in, sometimes handing him an apple, a pack of snacks, and a game console.

If he doesn't answer, she will put the things directly on the ground and close the door.

She will always be at the door.

"Stop shutting yourself in there anymore, it's so boring."

"I'm going to suffocate myself!"

"Shall we go out and play together~~"

……

She worked tirelessly and took pleasure in it, as if she could not see that she was not welcome.

In fact, he often doesn't know, or forgets her existence.

Because he always hugged himself, looked out the window silently, immersed in his own world.

Only when he noticed that there was something more on the ground did he realize that she had just come over again.

He is a child who lacks love, but he has stayed with him for so long, and the woman in the room still refuses to give him any love.

And he gradually got used to the existence of that little girl.

One day, she suddenly knocked on the door again.

She always taps five lightly.

It was like a code that only they knew.

But this time, the ward was still cold, and the air was filled with the breath of dying people.The empty-eyed woman on the bed doesn't like light.The sun was blocked behind the blackout curtains, and the house was shrouded in a layer of gray and dark shadows.

After Xiao Chengmao grew up, the source of terror in his nightmares often came from this suffocatingly cold ward.

The little girl outside knocked on the door one last time.

"Cheng Hao, are you still ignoring me?"

It seemed that she had already guessed that he was very likely to do this again, but she still couldn't help being discouraged, and even her tone dropped.

"Then I'm leaving~"

When she said this, one could imagine that she must have turned around in despondency now, drooping her head and leaving.

But this time, he chose to open the door.

Then he saw that the girl who had already turned her back and bowed her head in front of her suddenly turned her head, her face was filled with unconcealable surprise, her eyes were as bright as stars.

He knew that he would not be lively and cheerful in the future, and the classmates in the class were no longer willing to make friends with him.

Because they will judge him behind his back.

— "He's so gloomy."

"It's not comfortable being around him."

Sensitive, he actually gradually discovered that his psychology seemed to be getting darker and darker, compared to the sunny, enthusiastic vitality of other children of the same age.But his mind seemed to be getting darker and darker, thinking about things always went in extreme directions.

He hates himself like this.

But step by step, he pushed himself into a deeper hell.

Because of the lack of love, he longs for the love of others even more. If others give him a little, he will accept it with joy, feel uneasy, and finally approach cautiously.

He is so lacking in love.

A little bit can make him happy.

So he carefully walked out of the cold corner and opened the door.

"Great! It's Christmas!"

She rushed over, raised her head vigilantly, looked around, then lay on his shoulder, and whispered mysteriously in his ear.

"How about we sneak out to play?"

Even if she lowered her voice, she couldn't hide her excitement.

Xiao Chengmao looked at the hospital gown on her body, pursed his lips, and asked her with his eyes.

"Sneaking out is no big deal!"

While the nanny was going to the bathroom, Jiang Chacha quickly put on a down jacket, dragged him and ran to the elevator.

So they ran out of the hospital.

It was already evening now.

The orange sky gradually turned into a deep dark blue, and night began to fall.

Christmas is an excellent holiday for capitalists to promote consumption every year. Half a month before the festival, most commercial streets have already been decorated with lights, and many storefronts are decorated with Christmas trees to attract tourists.

Some white-collar workers just got off work, some young couples came out for a date, and there were two or three students who came out for shopping. Everyone had a festive atmosphere.

Only the two of them seemed out of place.

The reason for his incompatibility... was the little girl who was walking in front of him holding his hand. She was actually wearing a cold white hospital gown under her down jacket, and she looked like she had just run from the hospital.

However, there was no sickness on her face, her eyes were shining, and she dragged him to the street.

"It's so lively! Run!"

He didn't have any complaints, and let her pull, and then the two of them ran around the street several times.

Christmas is very lively everywhere, and Jiang Chacha has liked this festive atmosphere since elementary school.

Night has fallen, everywhere is bright, and there are Christmas songs in English everywhere, and her eyes are attracted by these novelty things.

She turned her head and wanted to ask him if he was happy.

In the end, he saw Xiao Chengmao's silent face.

Obviously so cute and handsome, like a small model carefully selected by the TV station to perform on the screen.But why doesn't he like to laugh so much?

Jiang Chacha sighed heavily.

She has been traveling in time for several days.She didn't know when she would wear it back.

She has been trying to find a way these days, trying to get close to him, but he keeps locking himself in the room.

But today, there was finally a historic breakthrough!

but……

Unexpectedly, after playing with him for an hour, he was still unhappy.

Thinking of this, Jiang Chacha sighed again like an old man with vicissitudes.

He spent so much energy, but he didn't appreciate it at all. Jiang Chacha felt a little resentful in her heart.

But as soon as this bit of resentment came to the surface, she couldn't get angry no matter how she looked at his delicate face.

"Hey, be happier!" She stretched out her hand and pinched the flesh on his face.

There was very little flesh on his face, which was pinched between her fingers in a thin layer.

Xiao Chengmao stared at her for a while.

Jiang Chacha also stared back at him.

As if he was afraid that she would get angry, so he wanted to please her, when he was pinched by her face, he stiffly pulled the corners of his mouth, and squeezed out a jerky smile at her.

When smiling, the eyebrows are furrowed.

Jiang Chacha: ...or you better stop laughing.

Laughing is worse than crying.

I don't know why, but Jiang Chacha thinks that he is forced to smile now, he is cute and sensible, and it makes people feel distressed...

Jiang Chacha sighed again for today's eight hundredth time, she smiled helplessly, and pinched his face again, "If you don't want to laugh, you don't have to."

Xiao Chengmao stopped smiling, his brows were always furrowed, and the melancholy that could not be taken away from his eyes turned into an autistic boy again.

Ginger tea:...

Why is every hero's childhood an autistic boy?
So the setting of the hero must be beautiful, strong and miserable? ?
Thinking that his mother would commit suicide in front of him when he was young, Jiang Chacha clenched her fists instantly.

Too cruel.

This stupid game! !Really want to fry it!
But she could only be angry, but there was nothing she could do.

Because she can't change the next plot...

Can only let it develop.

The last light from the sky also disappeared, and the sky turned into a deeper dark blue, like the color of the deep sea, and Xiao Chengmao was the loneliest whale in this sea.

Jiang Chacha looked at him for a long time, then her eyes suddenly stopped on the brightly lit department store behind him.

Her eyes lit up.

"How about I buy you a Christmas present!"

"In this way, you should be happy!"

After speaking, she grabbed his wrist again and ran away.

Ginger Chacha went into the department store and picked around in it.But she was too short, and she seemed clumsy when picking.

It was only later that she discovered that she didn't have much money to buy him a gift.

She touched her pocket and only took out a few dozen dollars, suddenly feeling very shabby...

She scratched her hair, wondering if the young master would think that the things she bought were too cheap.

In the end, she spent 70 yuan and bought him a scarf as a gift.

The scarf she gave him was not wrapped in a gift box, nor was it packed in a bag. It was so simple that he didn't even notice it. The scarf only had a price tag.

There is a tall Christmas tree in front of the department store.

Jiang Chacha pulled him and ran to the back of the tree. There was a wall behind it. Standing here, one could see the whole commercial street from the side.

The sky turned completely black, and there was still light snow. Light snowflakes fell from the night, and then lightly landed on her hair. Her hair was soon covered with many fine white snow spots.

Even her thick black eyelashes were snowed.

She is very emotional now because she has to give gifts to people in person.

"Come on, get around and see if it looks good!"

What she chose for him was a white scarf, which was knitted and looked very soft.

Before he had time to resist, she put it on him in threes and fives, without giving him any time to react.

He only felt a layer of warmth on his cold neck.

He stood there, watching her approaching him foolishly, helped him wrap the scarf twice with his hands, and wrapped it around him.

She fingered and said, "I've always loved Christmas."

"Because it's a festival where you can send gifts to each other. I think it's like a blessing! It feels very good! It's a pity that we don't have such a festival in China..."

"No friend has ever given me a present at Christmas before."

"But! That doesn't stop me from loving Christmas!"

When it came to this, she had already helped him put on the knitted scarf, and she rearranged it again.

She looked very serious when she put the scarf on him, and when she lowered her eyes, her eyelashes looked very long, making her look like a doll.

The soft scarf was nestled against his little face, and he felt a sudden cracking sound in his cold and numb heart, which was the sound of ice and snow slowly melting.

"Don't be unhappy, don't waste your handsome face, you are going to be a school girl in the future!" She stretched out her fingers, and pinched the soft flesh on his face again.

Finally, she raised her eyes and looked straight at him with her beautiful eyes, with undisguised love in her eyes.

"How about I give you a Christmas present every year for Christmas in the future? Cough cough, although this year's Christmas present is a bit crude, it's an accident! Although it's only worth 70 yuan, you mustn't dislike it!"

After finishing speaking, she held her chin again, her eyes rolled, and the snowflakes falling from the sky were reflected in her pupils. She thought seriously for a while.

"No, not only Christmas, but in the future, I will give you gifts on all festivals where gifts can be given!"

After finishing speaking, she took a step forward, her face was pressed against his body, her eyes were starry, and she could see her special enthusiasm.

After she finished speaking, she bent her fingers, leaving only one little finger, "That's the deal! Then we will be friends from now on!"

Her snow-white little finger, which was red from the cold, stayed in the air, waiting for him to touch it.

Although Xiao Chengmao felt that her enthusiasm came for no reason.

However, he is now quietly looking into her eyes, looking at her eyes whose eyelashes are almost touching the bridge of his nose.

He saw that the pure and beautiful pupils without impurities not only reflected the snowflakes in the sky, but also clearly reflected his face.

His face was sunken in the white scarf, showing the delicacy of his facial features.

The quiet little Cheng Hao finally stretched out his finger slowly, and he hooked her little finger stiffly and dully.

When they let go, both of them were attracted by the Christmas tree that was close in front of them.

There are many colorful lights on the dark green Christmas tree, and there are glittering and exquisite decorative objects such as reindeer, gingerbread man, candy cane, Christmas stockings, etc. The light refracted by them converges into a wave-like galaxy, which is reflected into her pupils.

Just after she poked the little golden bell with her finger, she heard him asking beside her.

His voice was soft, sensitive, and uneasy, as if he was afraid of her unkept promise, but also seemed to be paranoid and possessive.

He then set his eyes on her.

"Do you also give gifts to other friends every year?"

Jiang Chacha was startled for a moment, then turned her face to meet his gaze.

Suddenly she understood.

His family's growth environment made him lack of love and made him overly sensitive, which made him want to use various extreme methods to prove his importance in the other party's heart in every subsequent relationship.

You can't just like him, you have to like him very much, very much, if you are someone he likes very much, then you have to only like him.

He doesn't want to compromise, only warm preference.Because of his lack of love, he especially wants to prove that he is loved. If he cannot be proved to be loved, then he will fall into a painful situation of constant suspicion and denial of himself.

Jiang Chacha at that time understood him a little bit.

Therefore, she thought for a long time before giving him an answer.

"I also give gifts to other people, because they are all my friends, and giving gifts to friends is a warming bond that maintains our friendship."

"However, you are different from them. They, I probably don't give them every year, let alone carefully select gifts for them in every festival where gifts can be given."

"So oh, you are the most special one!"

Jiang Chacha found that after he finished speaking, a gleam of light slowly rose in his eyes that were originally as dark as dust. Although it was shallow, it was enough to illuminate the sea of ​​stars in the days to come.

He lowered his eyes, and sunk his entire face in the snow-white scarf again, only revealing a pair of black eyes.

He hummed lightly.

It is actually a very romantic thing to go out shopping in the shopping mall on Christmas night.

But in the end, she found sadly that after buying the scarf, both of them lost a penny.

Not to mention that this precious young master will carry cash with him.

Since he was born, he may not have held cash in his hand a few times.

It's time for dinner.

All the major restaurants are full, and there are still people waiting in line outside.

Ginger tea smells like rice.

She sighed.

If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't need to buy him a gift with 70 yuan. It would be great to use it for food!

However, 70 yuan is unaffordable in this bustling commercial street.Might not even be able to afford two cups of coffee.

So on this Christmas night, smelling the smell of food, she squatted behind the Christmas tree, shivering with hunger and misery in the cold snowy wind.

She was wearing a hospital gown inside and a red down jacket outside.

Her delicate and small face was exposed to the cold wind, and the tip of her nose was flushed red from the cold.

Xiao Chengmao was also very hungry.

He also squatted on the ground, wrapping his arms around himself.

However, although he was very hungry, he was actually... a little bit happy.

This little bit of happiness is far better than the painful hunger.

In the black night, light snow is still falling, falling on the shoulders and hair of every pedestrian.

The Christmas tree in front of me was still shining beautifully in the cold night, the wind was blowing, and the bells on the branches made melodious sounds.

He buried himself in the newly bought white scarf, and as soon as he took a breath, a cloud of mist appeared in front of his eyes, blurring his vision.

The girl next to him moved and came to his side. The white down jacket and the red down jacket were close together, looking down from above, and at the same time, their two little black heads were leaning together.

Her hands, red from the cold, were taking something out of the pocket of the red down jacket.

"Give you."

Suddenly a lollipop appeared in her hand, and she held it up in front of him.The brightly colored candies are wrapped in transparent plastic bags, and under the light, the pale golden light shines through the plastic packaging, giving off a light that is not inferior to that of Christmas tree decorations.

"Give it to you, you won't be hungry after eating."

Her eyes were still bright.

Xiao Chengma felt that all the shiny things on the commercial street that night were far less beautiful than her eyes.

He pursed his lower lip, and reached out to take it.

They spent the next few days together.

It's just that he didn't expect that when he opened the door of her ward one day, there would be no one in it, the sheets and quilts were replaced with new ones, and the room was clean and tidy, as if waiting for the next patient to check in. .

Their connection was thus broken.

He only knew her name, nothing else.

Before he could sink into the grief of losing a friend, he turned and plunged into another painful grief.

In the winter of 2008, his mother committed suicide in front of him.

The clues had already appeared before, but it was at this time that his personality completely changed.

In the following years, he spent ten years alone in this way.

And after he was promoted to Shengying High School, in the first semester of the first year of high school, he re-met the little girl who had given him a Christmas present in a hospital gown when he was a child.

(End of this chapter)