Chapter 5 The Truth About Hoth Part 3
As soon as I got home, I rushed to my bedroom and searched my closet. The college's top management more or less took care of Wen's Group's reputation and arranged a two-bedroom, one-living-room apartment for me and the housekeeper. Although it was not as big as the bathroom I had in Europe, at least it was an independent space, and I didn't have to squeeze into the bunk bed with other students.
"I remember bringing it with me, how come it's gone ? Could it be that the servants left it behind when they were carrying it?" I muttered to myself in annoyance, knocking my head hard, trying to search out the fragments of memory in my mind.
The housekeeper came to my door and saw the mess in the room. He calmly pushed his gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and asked seriously, "Miss, are you looking for something? Do you need my help?"
"Uncle housekeeper..." Hearing that, I rushed to my uncle housekeeper as if I had found a life-saving straw, "Have you seen my treasure box? It's the safe box that Chanel's chief designer made for me at that time? I have always kept important treasures in it. Did it fall into the hands of my grandfather in Europe?"
"Well!" The housekeeper pushed his glasses seriously, "If I remember correctly, you put it under the bed."
It suddenly dawned on me, and I completely forgot about family honor , family upbringing, and the image of a princess. I crawled under the bed like a caterpillar and rummaged through my treasure box.
As expected, the butler is reliable and he really found it.
I came out holding the treasure box and blew a long breath, and the thick dust flew away with the wind.
The housekeeper and I were choked by the dust and tears came out .
"Looks like it's time to help the young lady's bedroom clean up!" Before I could pull out my cell phone to take a picture of his rare appearance, the housekeeper had already put on his poker face that had never changed for thousands of years. After saying this seriously, he took out a feather duster from somewhere and started cleaning my bedroom!
Uncle Butler, you must have the most advanced intelligent chip in your brain. You are definitely not a human being.
Too lazy to care about the housekeeper's mechanized work mode, I opened my treasure box and took out a yellowed and worn diary. There was a photo in the diary. It was a picture of Joseph crying in the arms of a nurse, letting the doctor apply medicine on his branded little butt.
As soon as the staff found out that little "Hoss" was injured, they immediately sent him to the hospital. As I had known since childhood that I had a bad memory, I immediately asked the housekeeper to take a picture of this scene so that I would not forget such a heroic moment of little "Hoss" in the future.
In the photo, you can clearly see a conspicuous iron hoof print on the little "Hoss"'s butt, with the words "Hoss, No. 89757" engraved on it.
Hehe! I was so smart at that time, I knew to take a photo as evidence, I can take this photo to show Joseph, maybe his memory is as bad as mine, and he forgot how much he loved me!
I took another look at the diary contents filled with circles and messy patterns, and I couldn't help but burst out laughing...
"Fufu, (two thumbs-up) is awesome, Feifei (a red heart) loves Fufu the most, I want you to be my (a horse) knight."
It's such a short sentence, and a lot of it was rewritten with a lot of swear words. I'm really impressed by my IQ at that time!
No wonder I was so impressed by Joseph at Ande College. It turns out he was the little "Hoss" who protected me in everything when I was a child!
But why did he disappear from my life later? And when did my memory completely erase the existence of little "Hoss"?
Maybe I should have a good talk with Joseph. There are too many unsolved mysteries between us that need to be solved.
Holding the diary and photos in my arms, I took a deep breath and came to the secret base of the Gossip Society again.
I remember that the Gossip Club holds a theme meeting on the 10th of every month, so I believe Joseph must be there.
The hand I raised to knock on the door dropped down in disappointment, and I sighed without confidence.
Here’s what happened…
In my previous campus life, I always waited for Joseph to appear at the school gate early in the morning and then went to the classroom together. However, after I learned the origin of "Hoss", Joseph never showed up at the school gate. Later I learned that he chose to climb over the school wall to avoid me.
In the past, I would secretly write little notes to Joseph every time I had a question or a sudden thought in each class. But now, every time I sent him a note, it went into the trash can.
Before, I would always stick to Joseph, even following him to the bathroom, and he would teach me some “ways to get along” in real time. But now, as soon as the bell rings, Joseph flies away, leaving me no chance to get close to him.
Not only that, when I went to the gossip club to look for him, the members would say that he had just jumped out of the window; if I happened to meet him in the cafeteria or the canteen, he would flee in panic as if he had seen a monster; even when I went to his dormitory to block him, he actually posted a sign on the door of the dormitory saying "Winnie and Ma are not allowed to enter"...
I couldn't help but start to feel annoyed. Did Joseph need to be so exaggerated? Did he avoid me so much? Whenever I was around, he would disappear in an instant. Woohoo, the image that he had built up in the minds of his classmates was destroyed. Many classmates even suspected that I had an incurable disease that was contagious, and they began to avoid me as much as possible.
What should I do? I really, really care about my friend Joseph. I have already lost him once, and I cannot lose this chivalrous friend again.
So, I mustered up my courage and came to the gossip club again. But when I raised my hand and knocked on the door, I hesitated again. What if Joseph still didn't give me a chance to explain or express my original intention? If he jumped out of the window again, I would have delayed the work of the gossip club, and Joseph would definitely hate me even more.
"Beautiful and charming Miss Wen, I am Xiao Bai who has admired you for a long time." A white figure suddenly appeared in front of me. The person was dressed in white and had a very low IQ smile. He stood in front of me and gave me a kiss.
Who is this person? Is he a new member of the Gossip Club? Does Joseph have such low standards for selecting members? Anyone can join the club?
I was already worried about whether Joseph would forgive me, and the sudden appearance of this mentally retarded boy named Xiao Bai once again scared away my already limited courage. I frowned in displeasure and looked at the boy in front of me with a bad temper.
"Beautiful Miss Wen, have you forgotten who I am again?" Seeing me frowning and glaring at him, Xiao Bai awkwardly changed the subject, "It doesn't matter. An elegant lady like Miss Wen must have countless admirers chasing after her every day. It's natural that she doesn't remember me. Then I'll introduce myself again. I'm Xiao Bai, the most beautiful man in Ande College. Xiao means bleak, Bai means egret, and I'm a sophomore..."
I really don't have the mood to listen to Xiao Bai's boring self-introduction. I swear, if I were an interviewer, I would be eliminated directly when faced with such a long-winded interviewee.
"Sorry, I have something else to do, so I can't keep you company!" After saying that, I completely ignored Xiao Bai's endless chatter and turned around and left the secret base of the Gossip Society.
At the end, I seemed to hear Xiao Bai behind me yelling something like "You dropped something". I was too lazy to pay attention to him, nor was I too lazy to say more to him. Just like he said, there are many admirers pursuing me. I have seen all kinds of tricks. His is the lowest level! Because, from a person's smile, you can judge his IQ.
Well, I'll find a chance to explain to Joseph next time. There's a long time to go.
