Chapter 8: Crisis of Identity Disclosure 1
On the streets at night, the dim street lights blend gently into the vast night sky above, and are reflected by the different smiling faces of people walking on the road. From a distance, they look like beautiful and illusory silhouettes, making it difficult to tell whether the world in front of you is reality or a dream.
On an inconspicuous pedestrian path.
The dense branches and leaves of the trees mostly obscured Yuan Ye's slowly walking figure, so not many people noticed him.
Ye Xiaoling's cheeks were still as rosy as roses. She leaned on Yuan Ye's back in a drunken state, her thick, slightly curled eyelashes trembling slightly, as if she had completely fallen into a state of sleep as if no one was around, but from time to time, a strange word would jump out of her mouth.
"The color of the skirt... is like the blue sky..." Her hot breath fluttered against Yuan Ye's ears like feathers, making Yuan Ye's heart feel like being brushed by feathers, itchy yet very comfortable.
He walked slowly on the path, and the night sky seemed to be gentle on him. Ye Xiaoling curled up on his back like a cat, with a few strands of hair playfully brushing against his face, making him feel itchy in his heart.
At this moment, it seemed as if Ye Xiaoling was the only one in his whole world. Accompanying him, walking in this endless darkness, but not hesitant at all, instead, her heart was full as if it was about to overflow.
The "Huayuanguan" sign was clearly right in front of him, so why did he feel like it was getting farther and farther away?
Besides, she is still a girl after all...
He couldn't help but turn his head slightly and glance at Ye Xiaoling, who was mumbling something but smiling happily on his back.
She is obviously a gentle girl , but she insists on using a tough attitude to protect herself. However, this contrast makes people feel more pity for her.
Walking at a snail's pace, Yuan Ye finally sent Ye Xiaoling safely to the door of Huayuan Pavilion, but saw that the lights in the pavilion were bright, and a middle-aged man in yellowed and worn Taoist clothes was lying drunk in the middle of the hall, snoring loudly in his sleep.
Ye Xiaoling's father? Yuan Ye immediately had the answer in his mind, and when he looked at the wide-open door, he couldn't help but feel a little sad.
I wonder how she feels every time she sees such a scene?
Yuan Ye tiptoed through the hall of the gym, first taking Ye Xiaoling, who was clinging to him like an octopus, back to the room with great effort, and pinning her down on the bed. He turned around and prepared to close the door, but was stunned when he saw her slightly frowning brows on the bed: What was he going to do? Just leave like that, abandoning Ye Xiaoling, who was still drunk and unconscious, and not caring about her?
But……
His sharp eyebrows furrowed slightly and he sighed in annoyance.
He had no idea how to take care of a drunk person! He had the impression that he had been drunk several times after socializing, and there were always a group of people around him busying around. What else could he do except buy hangover medicine?
Just as he was thinking hard, he suddenly heard Ye Xiaoling, who had fallen asleep on the bed, send out a "help signal ": "I want to drink water!"
Water?
Yuan Ye was confused and didn't dare to delay for a second. He hurriedly found a cup of warm water and carefully handed it to Ye Xiaoling's lips. He watched her drink it bit by bit, and then...
"I want to eat an apple!" Ye Xiaoling, who was lying on the bed, smiled and made the shape of an apple, with a hint of coquettishness in her voice, "The sweetest kind!"
Yuan Ye, who had just sat down on the chair, was stunned at first, and was dazzled by Ye Xiaoling's smile. His body seemed to be out of control. He went to the refrigerator to find an apple, washed it clumsily, and peeled it.
What on earth was he doing? The cold water stimulated his mind and made him sober for a moment, but after hearing Ye Xiaoling's soft mumbling, he got busy again.
In the next hour , Ye Xiaoling kept issuing all kinds of incredible and magical instructions like a queen, and then watched with a smile as the "stranger" in front of her, like a spinning top, delivered all kinds of things to her hands with sweat all over her forehead...
Ye Xiaoling fell on the soft bed with peace of mind. Although her head was a little dizzy due to the influence of alcohol and she couldn't recognize the slender figure in front of her, she felt very happy to be cared for by someone.
So she lazily stretched out her hand again and ordered confidently: "Pour another glass of water!"
In less than ten seconds, another cup of warm water was brought to her lips. A low and vague voice sounded like the most beautiful lullaby, draining away her last bit of energy: "Don't be anxious. Can't you drink it slowly?"
She held the warm cup of water in a daze, and her eyes suddenly felt moist. Like a little kitten, she couldn't help but whispered softly: "Mom?"
If mom were still alive in this world, she would definitely take care of her and accompany her in this meticulous way, right?
The slender fingers holding the water cup suddenly stopped.
Yuan Ye's heart seemed to be rubbed by countless tiny spikes, and the pain was so severe that he could hardly breathe. He looked at Ye Xiaoling's innocent face and the satisfied smile on her lips in silence...
This is actually the deepest feeling hidden in her heart, right?
Holding back the pain in his heart, Yuan Ye first patiently waited for her to finish drinking the warm water in the cup, then raised his hand and gently rubbed her hair, whispering: "Let's take a rest first? Okay?"
He will be by her side.
Not hearing the other party's denial, Ye Xiaoling suddenly became so happy that she kept nodding like a child. She was afraid that if she annoyed "Mom", she would make her disappear again. She quickly let go of the cup of water, pulled the quilt and lay down again, stared at "Mom" for a while with her eyes supported, and then slowly closed her eyes.
Yuan Ye's fingers were still on the top of her hair, tapping it gently and rhythmically. In the dim light, he stared at Ye Xiaoling's sleeping face quietly, as if time had frozen, neither moving forward nor backward.
"Go to sleep, and everything will be fine when you wake up." Not long after, his last whisper also melted into the warm darkness.
Go to sleep, I'm right next to you.
