12dz Chapter 338 Xiaoji, Don’t Be Too Aggressive
Chapter 338 Xiaoji, Don’t Be Too Aggressive
At Kuncheng High-speed Railway Station, the crowd is surging like a rushing river. Everyone is rushing to the next journey with his or her own story and purpose.
In this bustling crowd, Mu Xiaoji stood out. He was leaning on a cane and slowly moving towards the station entrance with the flow of people.
The years seemed to have left too heavy a mark on him, but his eyes revealed a kind of determination and persistence that came from having experienced many vicissitudes of life.
He had an indissoluble bond with this city since he started college. It started with the first day of school, which was a sunny but slightly hectic day.
Mu Xiaoji had just finished the admission procedures at the teaching office when he was knocked to the ground by Song Ziheng without any preparation. The sudden collision not only disrupted his steps, but also disrupted his subsequent turbulent life.
Then, because of Cui Jiani, the conflict between him and Song Ziheng was like a ignited fuse. Conflicts again and again, provocations and beatings by Song Ziheng plunged his life into chaos and struggle.
However, the twists and turns of fate are always unexpected. Once he stood up for justice and helped his classmate Maomao to get rid of Nie Lei's entanglement, he was sent to the hospital by a car accident designed by Nie Lei's wife.
What followed was the experience of Rong Shishan begging for a special blood type to transfuse blood for Song Shijie; this became the beginning of his search for the mystery of his life. Those intricate clues, like a maze, led him to constantly shuttle and wander in the long river of time in this city.
Mu Xiaoji stood by the road and raised his hand to stop a taxi. After the car stopped, he quickly opened the door and got in. He said in a slightly anxious voice, "Master, let's go to the sea view villa."
The driver nodded slightly and operated the steering wheel skillfully. The taxi merged into the busy traffic like a nimble fish and sped towards the destination.
Outside the car window, the familiar streets unfolded slowly like a flowing scroll, and every detail of his past life with the little monster emerged in Mu Xiaoji's mind like a movie.
Those ordinary yet precious days, the breakfast they had together at a street shop, the sunset they watched together on a park bench, and the moments they quarreled over trivial matters in life, have now become the warmest memories in his heart.
The driver kept overtaking and changing lanes. In this endless stream of traffic, Mu Xiaoji seemed to see the little monster sitting in the driver's seat next to him.
The car slowly drove into the entrance of the sea view villa and stopped steadily. The familiar outline, the slightly raised corners of the mouth, everything was so real that Mu Xiaoji couldn't help but say, "Little Monster, why don't you drive in?"
As soon as he said this, he suddenly came to his senses, turned around to look at the driver, and a trace of embarrassment appeared on his face.
The driver asked with a puzzled look on his face: "Sir, what did you just say?"
Mu Xiaoji smiled dejectedly and said softly, "Oh, sorry, master, it's nothing." Then he took out his mobile phone, scanned the code, paid the fare, and got off the car.
Mu Xiaoji stood in front of the sea view villa, looking up at this warm home, and scenes from the past came to his mind again.
He seemed to see the little monster busy in the kitchen, wearing an apron with a little bear pattern on it, carefully cooking his favorite dishes. The rising smoke was filled with the smell of home, as if waiting for him to come home and taste it.
Thinking of this, Mu Xiaoji became anxious. He quickened his pace and walked straight to the door. He slowly stretched out his trembling hand and placed it on the fingerprint reader.
With a crisp "click" sound, the door slowly opened. What came into view was silence and emptiness, but in his eyes, the diligent figure of the little monster emerged. He carefully covered the furniture one by one with white sheets, and his serious look seemed to be just yesterday.
His thoughts drifted back to the day when he was about to leave. Song Shijie booked a farewell banquet at the Grand Mercury Hotel and came over to remind Little Devil not to clean up, saying that if he couldn't finish it, he would ask a part-time worker to do it another day.
But the little monster didn't take it seriously. He continued with his work and said, "No need. I'll be done soon."
Song Shijie's face suddenly turned livid, and he turned around helplessly and walked towards the door. Rong Shishan hurriedly explained, "Don't do it, brat. Mr. Song has ordered a meal at the Four Seasons Hotel, and the old lady and the wife are already waiting there!"
Jiang Chengyu then stopped what he was doing, slowly stood up, a hint of hesitation in his eyes, and said timidly: "I... I don't have to go?" He scratched his head uncomfortably, looking a little uneasy.
He looked at the little monster with a calm and firm look in his eyes, and just said: "Little monster, let's go!"
In the end, Little Monster didn't get to eat at the farewell banquet. After returning home, he cooked a bowl of steaming egg noodles for Little Monster himself. That bowl of noodles was filled with his guilt and deep affection for Little Monster.
When Mu Xiaoji stepped into the living room, his eyes were immediately attracted by those subtle but unignorable traces. The white sheet on the sofa and the marks on the coffee table seemed to be gently brushed by someone, all of which seemed to be a silent announcement that the little monster had returned.
His heart began to beat violently, and a kind of extravagant hope grew wildly in his heart. He firmly believed that the little monster would not leave him so heartlessly. Perhaps it was resting in the bedroom upstairs, waiting for him to discover it.
With such a glimmer of hope and expectation, he quickened his pace involuntarily and walked straight to the bedroom upstairs.
When his hand touched the bedroom door handle and slowly pushed it open, the scene inside the room was like a sharp knife, piercing straight into his heart.
The familiar white sheet still covered the furniture unchanged, like a layer of cold barrier, completely separating him from the warmth of the past.
He stepped into the room with heavy steps, but the memories of the past instantly overwhelmed him like a surging tide.
He seemed to see the scene when the little monster walked into this bedroom for the first time, the passion and curiosity flashing in his eyes, and his cheeks slightly flushed with excitement. Everything was so clear, as if it happened yesterday.
He stood happily on the balcony, closing his eyes and enjoying the gentle caress of the sea breeze. He breathed in the smell of the sea, and suddenly the little monster came from behind, hugged him tightly with both hands and said gently:
"Thank you, Xiaoji, I like it very much." After saying that, she gently kissed him on the cheek. The kiss was as soft as a feather and moved to the base of his ear; the hot air she exhaled sprayed on his neck.
Mu Xiaoji broke through the defense instantly, turned around, wrapped his arms around Jiang Chengyu's neck, and jumped onto Jiang Chengyu's body.
Jiang Chengyu giggled happily, hugged Xiaoji tightly, and kissed Mu Xiaoji's thin lips passionately.
The two of them stumbled towards the big bed, with clothes falling all the way. Jiang Chengyu lost his balance and fell into the bed.
Mu Xiaoji lay on top of Jiang Chengyu, fumbling to take off his clothes.
Mu Xiaoji looked at the little monster, his mind full of Song Shijie's words in the morning.
"I don't object to you being with that boy, but if Nangong Jing is willing to marry into our family, you should leave an heir for the Song family! Even if dad is begging you!"
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got, and the more he kissed the little monster. Jiang Chengyu sensed Xiaoji's emotional instability and whispered softly, "Xiaoji, Xiaoji, don't be like this? Did something happen at home?"
"Little monster, I want you to bear with it."
"Xiaoji, don't be so aggressive...ah..."
Before Jiang Chengyu could finish his reminder, a huge pain came over him. He clasped his ten fingers together and clenched them tightly. With a frown on his face, Jiang Chengyu bit his lips in an instant, and the taste of blood spread in his mouth.
The waves rose and fell on the beach, making waves. Mu Xiaoji whispered softly, "I'm sorry, little monster."
"What happened? What made you so upset?"
"No…"
Jiang Chengyu turned around slowly and painfully, and hugged Mu Xiaoji into his arms. He saw that Mu Xiaoji had his eyes closed tightly, tears streaming down his face helplessly, as if he had suffered a great injustice.
Mu Xiaoji withdrew his thoughts from the warm embrace of happiness, and walked involuntarily to the big white bed. Only then did he see a pen and a message on the bedside table, and he reached out to pick them up.
Only then did I see clearly that there was the property certificate below and read the message carefully: My dear Xiaoji, I am writing to you.
In the past years, you gave me stars and moonlight, warmth and hope. Those memories are the most brilliant treasures in my life. With you by my side, I have no regrets in this life.
But fate is unpredictable. Now we are like two lines that intersect and then drift apart. You have your direction and I have my journey.
Now I am no longer qualified to possess your generous gift. This is all you have. I hope it can return to you and continue to witness your happiness.
Handwritten by Jiang Chengyu. "
After reading the message, Mu Xiaoji felt instantly disheartened and as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
He knew that his little monster had really decided to leave him completely. Memories of the past were like sharp blades, cutting his heart repeatedly.
He thought about how he had made excessive demands on the little monster when they were together, and how those self-centered ideas and behaviors had hurt him time and time again.
He knew that all the disasters that the little monster had suffered were caused by him. And now, it was his distrust that pushed their relationship into the abyss.
During those days, seeing the little monster sleepwalking day and night, he did not choose to understand and tolerate, nor did he give him a chance to explain.
Instead, he fell into a vortex of doubt and suspicion, unable to accept the truth of the so-called betrayal by the little monster. But wasn't all this caused by his own narrow-mindedness and selfishness?
Now, the little beast has returned everything to him, which means that from now on, the connection between them may be completely severed, and he doesn't know whether he can see the person he once loved again.
Maybe they will really become passers-by in each other's lives, disappear in the vast sea of people, leaving only endless regret and pain, slowly fermenting in the long river of time, and becoming a wound in his heart that can never be healed.