The Boyfriend Who I’ve Never Met

The light curtain was like a brief illusion, which disappeared in the blink of an eye without leaving any unusual traces.

After Xie Tao consciously reached out and touched the left eyelid, she felt a tingling sensation. She lowered her eyes and found a little blood on the tips of her fingers.

I was still thinking about what Fu Miaolan had just said to her. Xie Tao didn’t have time to think so much. She hurriedly picked up the phone with some water on the ground, and regardless of the wound on her hands or knees, she helped her bike up. Then head to the direction of Qizhen Station.

The station is often a place where people are greeted and departed.

There is never a shortage of visitors here.

Xie Tao put the bicycle at the gate of the station and ran into the hall.

Perhaps because it is not an important holiday date, there are not many people in the hall, so Xie Tao just walked into the hall and saw two figures sitting on the chair over there.

The tall man was reaching out and patted the shoulder of the woman who couldn't see her face beside him, as if he was comforting something in a low voice.

Xie Tao recognized that the iron gray suit jacket he was wearing was the one that Zheng Wenhong was wearing when he came to see her today.

The woman next to him turned her back to Xie Tao, and was now leaning her head against Zheng Wenhong's shoulder, covering her face with one hand, her figure trembled slightly, as if she was crying.

Xie Tao was hiding in the corner, and when she looked at the woman, she couldn't move her gaze away from her.

Tears came quickly, and Xie Tao didn't have time to reach out and wipe it off, so she slid down her cheek along her eyes.

The woman wore a dark blue dress with a coat outside and a pair of high heels on her feet. From the back, she was elegant and gentle enough.

This is a bit far from the appearance of the woman in Xie Tao's memory.

But, it seems that she should be like this.

Everything that I lost because of my father, because of Xie Tao, or because of the former family, seems to have been slowly recovered by her.

Zheng Wenhong seemed to be a good enough man for Su Linghua.

Even though, he is also selfish and indifferent.

For Xie Tao, he has never given too much care and love.

But it was indeed that he rescued Su Linghua, who had lost all the self-confidence and self lost because of the heavy family.

He knew all her past, all the good and bad things in her past, she was already a woman who was not so good by the years, but he still fell in love with her.

So, as her husband, he tolerated everything about her, and accompanied her to bear the bad memories of the past. He is taking her, little by little, to find her self.

Xie Tao only stared at the dark blue back, and knew that maybe she had been too hard as her mother and Xie Zhengyuan’s wife in those years, but as Zheng Wenhong’s wife, she would definitely be able to very happy.

Xie Tao still missed all the time she spent in Qizhen with her parents. At that time, she seemed to be the happiest child in the world.

And the parents' divorce is like a thunder that tore through all the tranquility and peace under this sky, everything is destroyed and irretrievable.

Xie Tao's home, as early as when she made a difficult choice, pointed her finger at her mother, and his father turned and left, and when he never returned, it completely collapsed.

Until Xie Tao grows up, she begins to discover that the building will fall, no matter how you repair and maintain it, what should come will always come.

Even at that time, parents choose to continue this marriage because of her, then in such a family of three people, she is the only one who is happy.

A reminder sounded in the waiting hall. Xie Tao watched Zheng Wenhong take all the luggage by himself and helped the woman beside him stand up. When he was about to go to the ticket gate, he looked up as if he was heading for Xie Tao. Looked over here.

Xie Tao's body reacted faster than his brain, and he hid directly behind the wall next to him.

"What's the matter?" Su Linghua followed his gaze and looked back, but didn't see anything.

Zheng Wenhong looked back, "It's nothing, let's go."

Su Linghua glanced at the gate. People came and went with strange faces. She didn't know what she was thinking of, and her eyes were a little red.

"Linghua, are you really not going to see her?" Zheng Wenhong sighed when he saw her like this.

Su Linghua shook her head, as if she wanted to say something, but when the words reached her lips, she swallowed everything. In the end, she just said softly, "Let's go."

As a mother, Su Linghua regretted the hurt she had done to Little Xie Tao in the past. She didn't even dare to recall everything during the two years of the gloomiest years in her life.

She didn't even dare to think of the bruises on her little daughter back then.

She is not a good mother.

She has no way to forgive herself in this life.

She also knew that the estrangement between her and her daughter Xie Tao was a lock that had been intractable over the years.

Obviously, when that little life was still in her stomach, she had sworn that she would love her well in this life, and give her everything... But why did it become that afterwards? Vice appearance?

Su Linghua wanted to thank Tao very much. From that winter night a year ago, from the moment she saw her daughter carrying a schoolbag and wearing a thin sweater, she left without looking back, she was already missing a piece in her heart. The big hole, no matter what you use in this life, it can't be filled.

She missed her daughter so much.

But when Su Linghua really wanted to see her, she was scared again.

What should I say when I saw it?

Repeatedly saying "I'm sorry" and "I was wrong" over and over again? Su Linghua remembers that Xie Tao, who was still so young, would still hug Xie Tao, who was so small and so behaved, when she was held in her arms after being beaten and listened to her saying "I'm sorry" over and over again. Holding her.

Life is bitter, life is bitter, but daughter, it is sweet.

But once Su Linghua was trapped in the quagmire, only remembering the darkness in front of her, but could not taste the sweetness around her.

She still loves Xie Tao in her heart, but she has long found no way to love her.

All the injuries piled up and she no longer knew how to face the daughter who had silently accompanied her through all the darkness of life.

While being held by Zheng Wenhong and walking towards the ticket gate, Su Linghua suddenly recalled that on the New Year’s Eve a year ago, after she reached out and hit her daughter, she saw Xie Tao’s pair of looks very like her apricot eyes seemed to last. The light was like the fireworks outside the window. She heard her say:

"Mom, you have found your home, but I haven't."

With such a soft word, she hadn't thought about it when she was in a rage, but now every time she thinks about it, it feels like a sharp dagger, deeply pierced into Su Linghua's chest. There is no blood, but it hurts. She trembled all over.

Just after the ticket gate, Su Linghua couldn't help crying.

While standing in the hall, watching Zheng Wenhong and Su Linghua pass the ticket gate, Xie Tao, who gradually disappeared, ignored all the gazes occasionally resting on her body. Some dry lips were slightly opened, but there was no sound.

mom……

Xie Tao turned around, wiped the tears from her face with her sleeve, and walked outside the waiting hall.

Seeing Su Linghua, she couldn't help but miss those beautiful years before, and miss her mother who had loved her so much.

But that, after all, is not forgiving.

And there is no need to meet.

As the night darkened, the bicycle she had left outside the gate of the station disappeared. Xie Tao did not find it after several laps. In the end, she had to walk back by herself.

When I arrived at Fujia Cake Shop, it was already over ten o'clock.

Fu Miaolan walked out from behind wearing her clothes and saw Xie Tao sitting alone on the high stool by the counter in a daze.

Her clothes were stained with mud and water and looked dirty, and her pants were stained with blood, making her look very embarrassed.

"Taotao, what's wrong with you?" Fu Miaolan hurriedly walked over.

Xie Tao seemed to have just recovered, "I fell while riding a bicycle."

After she finished covering her face, her voice was a little choked, "Aunt Fu...I lost the car."

Xie Tao has always been soft-tempered and a very well-behaved and sensible child, but Fu Miaolan has never seen her cry in this year. When she saw her this way, she quickly pulled a stool and sat in front of her and stretched out her hand to pat her. "Oh, Taotao doesn't cry. If you lose the car, you will lose it. Aunt Mingerfu will find it for you. If you can't find Aunt Fu, I will buy you one!"

Fu Miaolan stood up, turned around and found a small medicine box in the cabinet next to her, then took out the medicine and cotton swabs in it.

"Oh, why are these eyes hurt here?" Fu Miaolan pulled her hand away, only to see a blood stain on her left eyelid.

Fu Miaolan didn't mention it, and Xie Tao had forgotten about it.

Speaking of it, she didn't know exactly what was scratching her eyelids.

"It's okay Aunt Fu, it doesn't hurt anymore." Xie Tao sniffed and said.

But when Fu Miaolan used a cotton swab to gently apply medicine on her eyelids, she was still frowned by the stinging pain after another.

Fu Miaolan snorted, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt that much..." Xie Tao whispered.

Fu Miaolan dealt with the injuries on her arms, backs of hands, and even knees one by one, and put a band-aid on her eyelids.

"Such a nice girl, you can't leave scars." Finally, Fu Miaolan squeezed her cheek.

Xie Tao couldn't help bending her eyes and smiling at Fu Miaolan.

It looks a little silly.

But Fu Miaolan looked at her like this, but her heart suddenly felt sour.

Xie Tao's father, Xie Zhengyuan, is from Qizhen. Fu Miaolan and Xie Zhengyuan had known each other before, and she and Su Linghua, who was Xie Zhengyuan's wife at the time, had met quite a few times.

It's the relationship that is not too close, but also knows each other.

Fu Miaolan knew about the divorce of Xie Zhengyuan and Su Linghua.

Two adults say they are separated, don’t they separate?

And in this case, the most bitter thing was not the girl in front of her?

"Taodao, have you seen your mother today?"

Fu Miaolan touched her hair and asked gently.

Xie Tao stopped smiling, lowered her eyes, pursed her lips, and said for a while, "I saw..."

"I saw her," she said again.

"Didn't go to her and say a few words to her?" Fu Miaolan asked her.

Xie Tao raised her head and looked at her with those dark but dimly lit eyes, "What am I going to say to her?"

Fu Miaolan heard her say, "Aunt Fu, I don't know what to say to her."

Fu Miaolan stared at the profile of the girl in front of her for a long time before sighing, "Taotao, go back, go back to Nanshi."

"Aunt Fu, I won't go back." Xie Tao shook her head, saying this, just as she was when she faced Zheng Wenhong.

This is a stubborn child, Fu Miaolan has always known.

So with just this sentence, she couldn't persuade her anymore.

"Don't go back to your old house tonight, and sleep with Huaer." Fu Miaolan patted her shoulder.

Fuhua is the daughter of Fu Miaolan. She had a high fever when she was eight years old. Because of the negligence of Fuhua's father, her condition worsened, which burned her brain.

Later, Fu Miaolan resolutely divorced Fuhua's father and returned to Qizhen with Fuhua.

This year's Fuhua is already fifteen years old, but only has an IQ of eight.

Life is not easy, and there is always sadness. Although Fu Miaolan's pain has never been revealed, Xie Tao still feels it.

"Okay, Aunt Fu." Xie Tao hugged her waist and rubbed her arm with her head like a kitten.

Fu Miaolan laughed, and a few folds formed at the end of her eyes, "Okay, please pack up and wash, but don't touch the wound tediously, you know?"

"Got it." Xie Tao responded in a low voice.

When Xie Tao finished washing, she moved into Fuhua's room very lightly. Seeing Fuhua lying on the bed sleeping soundly, she planned to take off her dirty coat.

When she took out the phone from her jacket pocket, she remembered that the phone fell into a puddle today.

She tapped the screen quickly, and relieved her mind when she saw that there was no problem.

Lying on the bed, Xie Tao opened her eyes, thinking of Zhou Xinyue, she always felt a little uneasy in her heart.

Zhou Xinyue was the only good friend she met in Nanshi.

For more than a year, they have never broken contact.

But since a month ago, the news she sent to Zhou Xinyue has not received any response.

Turning over, Xie Tao took out the phone under the pillow and turned on the screen. Originally, she wanted to open WeChat to see if Zhou Xinyue had sent her a message, but unexpectedly saw a stranger in the first column of WeChat. WeChat.

The avatar is blank, even the name.

Xie Tao opened the dialog box and found that there was a bunch of garbled characters in the message log.

Other than that, there is nothing.

Xie Tao was a little puzzled. When did she add a stranger and send a bunch of garbled codes?

She suddenly remembered that when she fell down on her bike this afternoon, the phone fell into a puddle. Because she was rushing to the station, she hurriedly picked it up and wiped it with her hand a few times, and then stuffed it into her coat pocket.

Could it be... she arbitrarily clicked on WeChat at that time, then added a stranger, and sent a bunch of garbled codes? ?

Xie Tao couldn't understand.

She didn't know that, at the same time, in a certain antique room in another time and space, a slender young man dressed in a dark red brocade robe was sitting in front of the bookcase. The twin was passionate and yet affectionate. The ruthless peachy eyes stared at the gold-sprayed letter paper spread out on the upper bunk of the bookcase with a gloomy expression.

There is nothing else on the letter paper, only a puzzling and mysterious ink: @#￥……%##&%

His eyebrows were slightly closed, and his amber pupils looked at the letter paper, which seemed to be just a round object of ordinary brass texture.

Approximately more than twice the size of an ordinary round jade pendant, the front and back sides of the object have been polished to a glorious level. Other than that, there is nothing special.

Suddenly there was the sound of footsteps outside the door, and then there was a figure outside the screen window, "My lord, Shao Anhe is dead."

When the young man inside the door raised his head, there was no wave in those eyes, as deep as the eternal night without the stars and the moon, without any temperature.

When he opened his mouth, his voice was as clear as water.

"Leave tomorrow back to Yingdu."