His Marriage Partner is Scheming - Chapter 48
When He Qiao woke up, the sky was still foggy and gray, it was still early.
He didn’t know when he suddenly fell asleep, but the short sleep after a whole night made his brain more dull, and he lost his usual sobriety and calmness.
In the slightly dazed eyes, there is a kind of real soft clarity.
Chi Xueyan kept staring at him, and suddenly remembered the morning after the wedding when He Qiao slept together until noon before leaving the room. He was sitting on the sofa reading at that time, and he was inexplicably pleased by the look in his eyes. The grim detective story was thrown aside.
It is the same now.
While waiting for the people around him to wake up, he thought of many things.
Chi Xueyan originally wanted to mention to He Qiao that there were two parallel flight records on the big screen.
Because his game playing skills are better than he expected.
At least, Chi Xueyan felt that he couldn’t do it so easily.
He can achieve better and faster results through repeated practice, and constantly set new records, but it is difficult to reproduce a certain flight record 100%, even the minutes and seconds are exactly the same.
In the customs clearance leaderboard that records all local data, there are no traces of multiple attempts.
Under the premise of limited movement, He Qiao managed it after only a few tries, without disturbing the person who fell asleep in his arms at all.
After waking up, he still maintained the same posture, although his body should have felt stiff and sore.
So in the end, Chi Xueyan didn’t speak, but took the initiative to get up from the sofa, and reached out to He Qiao who hadn’t recovered yet.
The tatami sofa in the game room is very comfortable, and the embrace he leans on is also very warm, but he wants to go to bed and have a good sleep.
Today has just started, and he doesn’t want to eat cake and watch the new year in the unbearable sleepiness.
Passing through the pale blue morning light, the two who hadn’t had enough sleep finally returned to the room that had been vacant all night, and fell into the big deep wine red bed.
There is no ambiguous energy and leisure, only the deep sleep that comes at the same time.
Wandering in a sweet and light dream, when I woke up again, it was past noon.
The two of them went downstairs after washing up, and the aunt who was waiting in the dining room immediately walked into the kitchen to get busy, no one minded them sleeping in, Sheng Xiaoyue’s voice contained a deep smile.
“You two played games until you fell asleep.” She seemed to be thinking seriously, “Should I put a bed in the game room?”
He Huaili’s thinking was more meticulous than hers: “It’s more appropriate to put a game console in the bedroom.”
“That’s right, the game room is so close to the two of you’s rooms, and you’re both so lazy, don’t you want to move once you start playing?”
He Qiao obviously didn’t want to pay attention to his parents’ teasing, and made no secret of his intention to change the subject, and sent today’s most standard blessing: “Happy New Year’s Eve.”
Chi Xueyan’s eyes were stained with a smile, and he followed him to say: “Happy New Year’s Eve.”
It was the normal and perfect New Year’s Eve that he had imagined.
Start from sleeping to waking up naturally.
The next step is not to play with mobile phones.
The Spring Festival couplets, blessings and window grilles that were prepared early were placed on the table, and today they finally waited for the young people who went home to celebrate the New Year to post them.
After eating the longevity noodles that Sheng Xiaoyue specially asked her aunt to make, Chi Xueyan and He Qiao selected Spring Festival couplets together, and found their favorite place to post them in the huge and gorgeous room.
And He Xiao.
Sheng Xiaoyue didn’t use her mobile phone to take pictures today. She asked the housekeeper to bring a special video camera, and took pictures of three people who were busy in front of the window from the house.
The happiest scene in her eyes should be recorded in the clearest way, and it will be taken out in the future as a precious family video.
From this angle, you can see them standing outside the house through the clear glass window.
The sun was quietly shining on the colorful hair, Chi Xueyan was holding the tape in his hand, and was instructing He Qiao to stick the word “Fu” to the center.
He Xiao on the side was holding a pair of Spring Festival couplets, without moving, his eyes fixed on the shaking “Fu” character.
He Qiao, holding the word “Fu” in his hand, was talking. The sound insulation of the glass was excellent, and the sound of the conversation could not be heard.
It should be talking about happy things.
Because Koike smiled very nicely.
Standing at home, Sheng Xiaoyue thought so, and the corners of her brows and eyes burst into smiles.
She decided to add some romantic elements to this long shot full of happiness, and add an empty shot that can add a long charm.
So she moved the camera to take pictures of the winter flowers outside the glass window, giving them a bright and quiet close-up.
While Sheng Xiaoyue looked away, He Xiao who was outside the house stared blankly at her who was oblivious to the scenery outside the house.
It was a complex gaze that was difficult to describe clearly in words.
Chi Xueyan thought that in the distant stories, “He Qiao”, who suddenly fell from heaven to hell, should often stare at his parents with such eyes.
Gazing at family members who are ignorant of the abyss beneath the surface of happiness.
So what He Qiao said before was quite right, this is indeed a fair retaliation.
And it did happen peacefully.
Nightmares that people will never forget, often come in fine weather with little wind and clouds.
He Xiao had long been skeptical of his younger brother’s outstanding career performance during this period, but they were usually busy with work and rarely saw each other.
On this rare day of reunion, he used an ordinary tone to care about his younger brother who had a simple personality before: “You have changed a lot recently.”
He Xiao thought he would get an answer related to Chi Xueyan, because that was the only variable in He Qiao’s life.
The tone may be tinged with one-sided fascination and obsession, or a manipulative but unaware stupidity, as has been the case for many years in the past.
But he heard a flat tone, even an indifferent answer.
“Because I’m not He Qiao.”
Strange tone, strange sentence, and strange meaning.
When He Xiao was still trying to understand this sentence, he suddenly laughed when he saw Chi Xueyan who was silent.
He smiled and stretched out his hand, and helped He Qiao straighten the slightly offset big red blessing character, and determined the most suitable position.
In the narration that followed like thunder, this red-haired young man, who acted recklessly and casually, always maintained a strong smile on his face.
He is an outsider outside this family, but he seems to have learned the truth, and he is looking at him with slightly sarcastic eyes.
Then, together with another outsider, on the glass window of He’s house, they personally pasted the word “Fu” symbolizing reunion.
He Xiao became the third person who knew that this world was a novel.
The darkness hidden in his heart was hastily revealed.
He heard the original ending of the world, and the innocent people who had tasted the pain died unexpectedly.
He found out that this calm-looking He Qiao couldn’t be the younger brother he used to be.
The chaotic thoughts suddenly became a barren sea.
In a blank space, He Xiao saw Sheng Xiaoyue coming over with a camera, and handed it in front of them as if showing off: “Did I take a good picture?”
He Qiao coaxed her with the tone most familiar to his family: “It’s beautiful, the garden is well-groomed. Why didn’t you take pictures of Dad?”
She, who has lived in happiness all her life, said lightly, “It’s his turn next. He’s busy in the kitchen. If you want to run over to take pictures of him, you won’t be able to take pictures of you.”
He Huaili, who used to start from scratch from a small restaurant, of course knows how to cook, and his craftsmanship is very good, but he hasn’t had much time to cook himself in recent years, so I don’t know if he has regressed.
Amidst her mother’s gentle whispers, Chi Xueyan stared at her, and then asked softly: “Mom, is it okay to paste the word “Fu” like this?”
There was no mockery in his eyes when he looked at He Xiao, only a pure smile.
Hearing this address, Sheng Xiaoyue was stunned for a while, but after realizing it, her beautiful eyes suddenly lit up.
“It’s beautiful!” she said repeatedly, “It’s very beautiful.”
She suddenly forgot about the video recording, put the camera into He Qiao’s hand, and hurried to the kitchen excitedly: “Huai Li! Did you hear that just now!”
Naturally, He Huaili, who was so far away, couldn’t hear him.
But Sheng Xiaoyue couldn’t care so much, she smiled all the way, and forgot to press the corners of her eyes to prevent wrinkles, and was only concerned with telling her husband about it as soon as possible.
Just like how happy she was when she first heard her unrelated eldest son call her mother many years ago.
Chi Xueyan stood beside He Qiao, quietly watching her figure disappear into the spacious home, and then went with him to get a new blessing and walked to another window.
None of them looked at the expression of the third person.
It’s probably the only thing they do together that really looks like a villain.
In the days to come, He Xiao will thoroughly feel the pain that “He Qiao” should have experienced in the future.
Just like those two identical flight records.
Maybe even more.
Because the unrecognizable “family” has become two, in addition to He Qiao who pretends to be the second son who is loved by his parents, and Chi Xueyan who does not belong to this family.
With unpredictable purposes, they are getting closer to their parents who know nothing about it.
The louder the laughter in this family, the deeper the nightmare for He Xiao.
The truth is always pale. Almost everyone has heard the truth, but they have not been able to get a perfect world.
Numerous times of persuasion and enlightenment are not as good as a personal experience.
Experience being locked in a black, lonely cage.
Unless He Xiao didn’t care about the feelings of his close relatives at all, and directly disclosed this secret to the public, then this revenge would be a failure.
But he didn’t.
At the table of the New Year’s Eve dinner, He Huaili, who rarely cooks, cooked a few dishes and asked his eldest son with a smile how it compares to the taste when he was a child.
He Xiao, who was sitting with his family, was in a trance for a short time, as if he was recalling the long-standing taste deeply buried in his memory.
Then he nodded and replied with a smile: as good as it was then.
He didn’t say anything, pretending everything was normal.
He made the same choice as “He Qiao” who loved his parents deeply.
I don’t want to make them sad, and I don’t want to hear them ask where the son I used to be familiar with has gone, so I can only keep this dark secret alone.
At this moment, Chi Xueyan was sitting opposite, listening to the conversation between He Huaili and He Xiao, watching Sheng Xiaoyue smilingly serving everyone food, until He Qiao reluctantly stopped him.
Chi Xueyan’s bowl was almost full.
She gave him the most delicious piece of each dish.
Because today is not only New Year’s Eve, but also his birthday.
Chi Xueyan thought, no one would hate such a mother, no matter if they were related by blood or not.
She is like the gentlest sun, innocent and unreserved.
No matter how paranoid He Xiao was, he couldn’t hate her.
It is this kind of perfection that can drive away all the haze that makes his nostalgia for the old days even more inappropriate.
But that biological mother, who was far from perfect, could only stay in the gloomy and miserable old days forever.
He couldn’t hate He Huaili, who had worked so hard for his family all his life, and Sheng Xiaoyue, who treated him so brightly and warmly, and never revealed his increasingly depressed heart.
In the thicker and thicker spider webs, “He Qiao”, who was born happily with a golden spoon in his mouth and innocently worshiped his elder brother, became an innocent victim, and unreasonable hatred fell on him.
A drowning person is irrational, and in an instinctive struggle, he will drag those who want to save him into the water and sink into the breathless swamp.
Today, that He Qiao has disappeared, and even if he does not disappear, he will die in the future.
Knowing all this, and having truly tasted the pain, will He Xiao regret it?
How would he face this darker spider web that suddenly overturned today?
Chi Xueyan didn’t know.
He no longer cares about it.
“Chi Xueyan” has completed the redemption, and now, “He Qiao”‘s revenge is completely over.
On this night of saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new.
On the New Year’s Eve dinner table with rich dishes, a big cake was placed in the middle of the table.
It was a birthday cake that He Qiao had ordered in advance, which was in line with Chi Xueyan’s idea. There was no need for any innovative birthday process, and it was the most common cream cake.
The cream flower mounted on the surface of the cake is in the shape of a rose that is easy to guess.
The lights were extinguished, the candles flickered, and the dim light made Chi Xueyan’s expression very gentle.
Everyone is waiting for him to make a wish.
So Chi Xueyan closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he gently blew out the candle.
There were warm voices wishing him happy birthday all around.
He Qiao fulfilled his promise and cut the cake for him.
The meticulous lover really divided the cake beautifully, and every cream flower remained in full bloom.
Among them, the most beautiful butter rose was given to Chi Xueyan as a matter of course.
Unusual sweetness, but special enough.
Even He Qiao, who doesn’t like butter, ate his own slice.
Sheng Xiaoyue, who knew his taste well, couldn’t help laughing and teasing him again.
He Qiao continued to change the subject undisguisedly: “It’s time to watch the party.”
The Spring Festival Gala, which is not very exciting, is playing on the TV, but the sound is very lively.
It was rare for Chi Xueyan to seriously watch a boring show for a while.
Almost sleepy.
Sleep until you wake up naturally, play with your mobile phone, eat New Year’s Eve dinner, share cakes, watch TV, set off fireworks, and go to bed after midnight.
The New Year’s Eve process he had listed casually was coming to an end.
There are still fireworks and zero points left.
The backyard full of vegetation and flowers is not suitable for large-scale fireworks, and the fireworks sticks are a little childish, so He Qiao arranged in advance that the fireworks will be set off on time at zero o’clock, and the biggest flowers can be seen just by looking up.
When it was nearly twelve o’clock, he took Chi Xueyan into the garden.
The night sky with the sound of fireworks and firecrackers in the distance was lit up from time to time, and the cold evening wind was blowing on their cheeks, but they were dressed warmly enough.
Chi Xueyan was wearing a white coat, with his face slightly raised, staring at the distant skyline, as if he was distracted again.
He Qiao put his scarf that was blown away by the wind back together.
There hasn’t been a single snowfall in the whole winter.
It seemed that all the snowflakes were already by his side.
While waiting side by side, he asked Chi Xueyan: “What birthday wish did you make?”
Chi Xueyan was quiet for a while before telling him: “I’m pretending to make a wish.”
Candles will not take the initiative to help people realize their wishes, but those who love themselves will.
He Qiao didn’t want to come to help his lover fulfill his wish, but he heard a strange answer.
He smiled and asked, “Why do you pretend to make a wish?”
“Because it’s the most normal birthday,” he replied, “to be consistent.”
At the moment when he closed his eyes, Chi Xueyan didn’t make a wish to the candle, he didn’t think about anything.
Because he felt that the most important wish in his life might have already come true.
He thought that he should have guessed the origin of He Qiao, the book walker.
Chi Xueyan actually wanted to treasure this unknown, because there is no God who can verify the accuracy of the reasoning results.
People can’t conceive a reason that they haven’t personally experienced out of thin air, they can only find the closest possible explanation from their existing life experience.
Those clues that are right or wrong exist quietly, until they are singled out from the vast sea of daily trivial matters, and under the dominance of subjective intentions, they form a clear narrative.
When Chi Xueyan thought of a yellow flower and romantic comedy again, a certain answer naturally came to mind.
Regarding the origin of He Qiao, the memories of novels that are sometimes too detailed and sometimes too brief, as well as the news reports that were staged after the death of “He Qiao”, and the ending of “Chi Xueyan” that appeared only after the death of “He Qiao”, can be understood by today’s He Qiao knows.
The two people who went farther and farther on the cross road full of hatred fell in love with each other silently. Perhaps this love can change their next life and return to a bright place.
But fate always loves to play tricks on people, easily turning the eternity that was secretly longed for into an irreversible separation.
Before the love is revealed, one person dies in an accident, and the other person can only wait.
The soul full of regrets and reluctance returned home as agreed, but could not be known by the loved one, nor could he hug him.
I was not qualified to hug, and then I didn’t have the opportunity to hug.
We’re in the same room, we can’t see each other anymore.
The male protagonist in a comedy movie will look at the TV series he watched together and cry loudly, crying for his lover who will never come back.
Chi Xueyan, who lived in reality, would not do that.
He should just sit quietly on the sofa, staring at the flickering screen light for a long time. The news or other images are playing on the TV, and the endless sound and image flow away numbly like air.
Then, on the following day, he suddenly decided on his own ending.
The serious and rigid old professor in college once trained him: “Chi Xueyan, you know what to do! Is there anything you can’t do!”
That day he said in a very serious tone: “Yes, such as giving up messing around in this world.”
For a person who has lost everything and is waiting alone in the world, giving up his remaining life seems to be the only thing he can do.
For wandering souls who watched this scene happen but could do nothing, it was too cruel to remember such a sad cause of death.
Before the breath completely disappeared, Chi Xueyan probably thought: It would be great if life could be repeated.
He will never do wrong things again, and only concentrate on loving the right people.
And the other soul that disappeared with it probably also had similar but different prayers.
If life can be repeated, he wants to become mature, rational and powerful.
Being able to protect the ones you love can make you no longer have regrets in your life.
Heaven has been generous to them and granted these wishes.
So, the reborn bodies meet again in the new world.
Two reborn bodies with clear memories.
One of them retained most of his previous life as if it were a novel, seeing himself as an outsider who had nothing to hate.
This is the final reasoning result of Chi Xueyan, which is full of incredible fantasy, but He Qiao, who appeared with the memory of the future, is already a mysterious miracle.
It can explain almost all the contradictions and unknowns in He Qiao.
Of course, although Chi Xueyan has watched many detective novels and suspense movies, it is inevitable that there will be mistakes.
One of the mistakes that is easy to make in the reasoning process is to think simple problems too complicated.
Maybe everything is as simple as what He Qiao said at the beginning.
He is an outsider who traveled through the book, with a kind nature, so he offered to help the villain change his destiny, and he really wanted to use the information in the book to develop his career to benefit the public. These actions have nothing to do with some kind of regret hidden deep in his soul.
The content of the novel is complicated and trivial, and there are always parts that are unimportant to him and have no effect on his ideals, which will be flipped over hastily, such as the love-hate entanglement of the protagonists.
And he has inherited all the memories of the small supporting role “He Qiao”, so he knows the past of this character the most, and he is also the most familiar with the people “He Qiao” has loved, including Chi Xueyan’s food taste, and Sheng Xiaoyue’s favorite pink rose. .
Although he has lost his memory about himself, he may have been to more than one novel world, so he may have gotten used to this blank feeling long ago and doesn’t feel that something is missing.
Anyway, character and ability are actually an instinct beyond memory, and he is very handy when adapting to the life of “He Qiao”.
Not liking to play games and excellent game skills are not incompatible. He may be simply very smart, whether in games or career.
As for the ending of the villain’s death, maybe the author is too lazy to describe it in detail, or maybe he is really reluctant to write about his departure in detail.
A yellow flower is just a novel written by a foreign writer, a romantic comedy is just a movie that is very suitable for popcorn, and He Qiao is just He Qiao who suddenly came to this novel world.
This answer can also be established, and the reasons behind many seemingly worthwhile puzzles are often surprisingly simple.
In the garden where the path diverges, there are two paths in completely different directions to choose from.
This is a common choice. No matter which answer you believe, it will not prevent you from enjoying the flowers ahead of you.
It’s like a sudden rain falls on a clear night, and the person sitting by the window listens to the sound of raindrops beating the glass, and chooses to feel the boredom of dampness or the comfort of hypnosis.
After the patter of rain is over, tomorrow will still be a beautiful blue sky.
But there is no rain tonight, only the people around me ask serious questions.
“I’ll be back in the house later, do you want to eat glutinous rice balls? Or continue to eat cakes?”
When He Qiao’s voice rang in his ears, almost simultaneously there was a bell resounding from the TV from the open door.
It’s midnight.
The old days are gone and a new year begins.
In the deep night sky as clean as jewels, a rain of fireworks suddenly bloomed.
The big and big fireworks are like dreams and illusions, reflected in each other’s eyes.
The moment his cheeks were illuminated by the fireworks, Chi Xueyan thought about the answer to the question.
He didn’t want to choose glutinous rice balls, he didn’t want to choose cakes, and he didn’t want to choose the most logical Chinese New Year greeting when midnight came.
Before He Qiao opened his mouth to say Happy Chinese New Year, Chi Xueyan looked away from the dazzling night sky, and when he looked into the depths of his lover’s pure eyes, he tiptoed lightly.
In this long and short moment, in this present where the past and the future are intertwined, thin sentences seem too incomplete.
He chose to answer with a kiss.
It is no longer an appointment in advance to kiss in public.
The good student who kisses the second time is no longer unfamiliar.
There is no sea water, lawn and roses in summer, but fireworks, gardens and families in winter nights.
Without the overly formal tie, Chi Xueyan always wanted to grab something.
So he subconsciously stretched out his arm and hooked it around He Qiao’s neck. At the same time, a gentle and irresistible force rolled over Yan Yan’s hair, drawing him deeper into this embrace.
Belated, real kisses.