The Boyfriend Who I’ve Never Met

"It's true! I just went to a very strange place."

Xie Tao poked the phone screen and sent a message as he walked into the community:

"Do you remember my previous fight with others? In fact, she almost strangled me that day..."

"But an uncle who looked very mysterious told me that she was controlled by someone. What else did she say? Someone tied the life of another person to me. As long as I die, that person will die. Up."

Xie Tao still has a lot to say, but she feels that no matter what it is, no one would believe it easily.

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't believe that she was walking on the dimly lit street for the last second, and everything in front of her would turn into a dark shadow in the next second, except for such a simple and mysterious little one. Tavern.

There are two strange people inside.

"Forget it, I think it's incredible."

Xie Tao said.

Then she took the key out of her coat pocket and opened the door.

At that time, Wei Yun, who had just put down the brush in his hand, raised his hand to open the four letters on the bookcase, his eyes fell on the four gilded letter papers.

The eyebrows that had been cold as frost suddenly added a different color.

He clearly remembered that day, as if he was suddenly pinched on his neck and taken away from his breath without warning, and even an inexplicable pain in his body appeared.

"Someone tied the life of another person to me. As long as I die, that person will die."

Wei Yun stretched out his hand, pinched the letter paper with two fingers, and fixedly looked at the line of ink on it.

Is the fate theory credible?

Perhaps it is because since childhood, I can see the mysterious light curtain that is not visible to others. Although Wei Yun does not believe in gods and Buddhas, he also knows that this world is all-encompassing, and there is no wonder.

From the previous time when she was chatting with him, she revealed the time period of the dispute between her and another woman, which seemed to coincide with the time when he was inexplicably uncomfortable.

Wei Yun's fingers tapped the book case, and his long eyelashes drooped, concealing his dim pupils.

Her knee was injured and she had talked to him about knee pain many times in recent days.

And his knee has been a little faintly hurt recently...

Wei Yun thought about this, and a cold white jade face suddenly sank, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

At that time, the light in front of his case flickered, and the light and dark light illuminated his profile.

Silent all around, there was no sound.

If it is exactly what she said, then the person in her mouth that is tied to her fate may be him.

The corners of Wei Yun's lips raised slightly, and he sneered silently.

But who is it, since he has such an extraordinary ability, why should he use such methods to put him to death so much?

Could it be that...Even if this person possesses supernatural powers, he can't take his life directly, so he can only use the so-called fate restraint method to tie his fate to others?

But why, it happened to be her again?

Wei Yun closed his eyes and leaned back in the chair. When his brows frowned, he seemed to think carefully.

From the purple-gold incense burner on the side of the table, there was a swirling smoke bursting out, creating incense.

When he opened his eyes again, he stopped his gaze on the bronze pendant he had placed on the bookcase.

In any case, everything you want to come has nothing to do with this thing.

As if to prove his guess, Wei Yun directly drew a dagger from the box under the bookcase, then held the sharp blade in one hand and swiped it without hesitation.

The red blood flowed out, and the blood beads bloomed a little bit of blood on the book table, and he never frowned from beginning to end.

Then he threw the dagger in his hand, picked up a pen and wrote on the blank letter paper:

"Do you feel any discomfort?"

When Xie Tao received the news, she was writing a essay while biting her pen. She heard the phone vibrate. She picked up the phone and saw his words.

Where is it?

Xie Tao touched her knee.

Then reply:

"My knee still hurts."

At that time, when Wei Yun, who opened the envelope, saw such a sentence, his brows wrinkled slightly.

His eyes stopped on the bloodstain on the palm of his left hand, his expression deepening.

"You said, someone has tied the fate of others to you?"

Wei Yun picked up his pen and wanted to verify again.

And the reply over there came extremely fast:

"Yeah, but they said that they have completely separated that person’s fate and mine, and I don’t understand it. Do you think they are superstitious? The kind of god-jumping, but they are It really seems to be supernatural... It's amazing."

"..."

Wei Yun glanced at the wound on his palm, Rupu's eyes were shining and shining, and he suddenly sneered.

——

The night passed, and the next day, Xie Tao went to the airport to send Zhou Xinyue off.

She seemed to be in a better state at last, and finally smiled when facing Xie Tao.

"Xin Yue, I am waiting for you to come back."

When Xie Tao hugged her, she didn't hold back her red eyes.

"I will be back soon, Taotao." Zhou Xinyue hugged her back, her eyes seemed to have been stained with mist.

No one can really appreciate how much Zhou Xinyue's heart was shaken when she knew that Xie Tao was returning to Nanshi for her and returning to school.

When something like that happened, she didn't tell her parents, she didn't tell everyone.

She thought that for her entire life, she might have lived in such a muddle-headed manner.

Whether it was pain or suffering, she had thought more than once that if she could leave this world earlier, perhaps it would be a real relief.

She did the same.

It's just that in the end, she still didn't succeed in escaping the world.

However, what she didn't expect was that there is such a person in this world who would go to the truth for such a reckless effort.

Even if she refused to say anything, Xie Tao still relied on her own strength to bring her out of the hopeless quagmire.

For so many days, Zhou Xinyue has re-examined the timid and soft girl in her mind more than once. She could not think of it anyway. The girl she had protected as a child would one day be so firmly blocked. In front of her.

Zhou Xinyue once felt that she was braver and bolder than Xie Tao.

But at this moment, she seemed to have really reacquainted this good friend of hers.

She was braver than she thought.

On the afternoon of knowing that Zhao Yixuan almost choked Xie Tao to death, Zhou Xinyue couldn't stop crying as she watched the girl limping in from outside the ward.

She asked, "Taotao, why do you have to take care of me? Is it worth it?"

But she knew very well in her heart.

Hasn't Xie Tao always been like this?

If anyone treats her well, she will treat her heart and soul.

Because in this world, it is so precious to be able to show a person who treats others sincerely.

And Xie Tao will always cherish this rare experience.

Life may give people a lot of suffering, just as Xie Tao was born and unhappy, and she left home as a teenager. Up to now, she lives alone.

But she still maintains a warm and kind heart toward life.

For a moment, Zhou Xinyue felt that she had never been the bravest person.

Only a coward would always want to escape from this world and avoid the source of embarrassment and pain for her.

She turned out to be so cowardly.

"Remember to treat the disease well, listen to the doctor, and eat well..."

Xie Tao's voice was whispering in her ears, and her voice softly resembled a drifting cloud in the sky.

Zhou Xinyue couldn't help crying. When she let go of Xie Tao, she squeezed her hand, "Tao Tao, I will..."

As long as I thought that in this world, there was such a person so eagerly looking forward to her survival, Zhou Xinyue's heart seemed to suddenly ignite with a little spark of light.

"This is the shortbread candy I made for you." Xie Tao handed her several large boxes of chocolate-flavored shortbread candy that she had made in advance.

Zhou Xinyue took it and looked at her fixedly, "Taotao, thank you so much."

Thank you for doing so many things to keep me alive.

"I am very happy to be friends with you."

Watching Zhou Xinyue and her parents walk into the ticket gate, Xie Tao stood there, her eyes slightly hot.

Then, she turned and left the airport and returned to the rented community.

When she saw Zheng Hejia downstairs, she stopped there, frowning slightly.

"Xie Tao."

When Zheng Hejia saw her, he stepped forward to her.

He seemed to want to say a lot, but when he really faced her, this young man who had also been arrogant like a wave suddenly became a little more cautious.

"I heard my dad and Aunt Su talk about you." He said.

Xie Tao did not speak.

"How is your injury...?" He moved his lips, his voice a little dry for no reason.

"much better."

Xie Tao still spoke, answering somewhat indifferently and politely.

When she tried to bypass him and walk upstairs, she suddenly heard the teenager behind her say, "Xie Tao, I'm really... sorry."

After all, there is not much grudge between him and Xie Tao.

It is nothing more than a childish resistance of a rebellious teenager to the mother and daughter who suddenly appeared in his family.

At first, he thought that Xie Tao would compare everything with him, learn everything from him, and compete with him for everything.

From the beginning, he looked down on this nominal sister who suddenly moved into his house.

He also occasionally ridiculed him, but this girl who had never seemed too silent in his family was equally reticent when facing him.

Until New Year's Eve, he found that the clay sculpture his mother had smashed by her hands had been broken.

He deliberately put his mother's things in the most conspicuous place in the living room, in order to remind his father not to forget his mother.

But that day, when he came down from the stairs, he saw that the clay sculpture had broken to the ground.

At that time, Xie Tao was squatting down there to clean up.

Angrily rushed up at that moment, and when he walked over and pushed her away, she was unprepared, her body was unstable, and her forehead hit the corner of the cabinet.

"Get out of my house!"

This is what he said to the girl himself that day.

At that time, Xie Tao broke his forehead, and the red blood flowed down her cheeks, and she looked at him as if it were today, plain and unfamiliar.

That night, her mother trained her for grades.

That was the first time Zheng Hejia saw Xie Tao retort Su Linghua.

As the mother and daughter were arguing, the atmosphere became more and more stiff. In anger, Su Linghua slapped Xie Tao in the face.

Zheng Hejia sometimes recalls that time when Xie Tao looked at her mother, her teary eyes dim and her eyes red.

That was the most desperate look of a girl.

On that winter night, he saw her wearing thin clothes, carrying a backpack, and never returning.

Later, it was Zheng Wenhong who asked him to talk, and he only learned that the clay sculpture made by his mother was accidentally bumped by Zheng Wenhong when he came home drunk.

And Xie Tao was just called by her mother Su Linghua to clean up the mess on the ground.

In fact, Xie Tao never wanted to compare with him, or even grab anything from him.

It was just a ridiculous act by Su Linghua because she had a new family.

At that time, Su Linghua had cured her mental illness, but because of the insufficient relationship between her ex-husband Xie Zhengyuan for many years, she naturally placed herself in a lower position.

She wanted to truly gain a foothold in this new family, so she strictly required her daughter to keep up with Zheng Hejia's academic performance. At the same time, she also subconsciously began to please her and favored Zheng Hejia.

She hopes that through her kindness, Zheng Hejia can accept her.

But while she favored Zheng Hejia, she ignored her daughter Xie Tao.

Perhaps she had forgotten how she should be a good mother during her mental disorder.

Even if Zheng Wenhong reminded her, Su Linghua at the time was still stuck in the original pattern.

Perhaps it was because she once lost a family that brought her a heavy blow. This time, she became too cherished.

Zheng Wenhong and Su Linghua have always known where Xie Tao is, and they have been quietly giving money to the cake shop in the town where Xie Tao is.

But they did not dare to go to Qizhen and take her back.

Because Xie Tao seemed particularly decisive this time.

Even if Su Linghua had realized her fault, it was already too late.

When her daughter was most vulnerable, she severely pierced a wound in her heart, perhaps it was a scar that could not be healed in this lifetime.

And Zheng Hejia also felt guilty to Xie Tao.

He admitted that from the very beginning, he was biased towards Xie Tao.

Because she and Su Linghua were strangers who suddenly broke into his house.

Over the past year or so, the boy who was once arrogant like a floating wave finally gained a bit of his father's calmness.

Zheng Hejia has always felt guilty for his naive behavior.

"Actually I hated you before."

Xie Tao spoke suddenly, but did not turn around.

"I used to think that my mother liked you very much. She always mentioned you in front of me, asking me to learn from you and want my grades to be as good as you..."

"I really hated you for a while."

"But I can also understand that at that time you resisted two strangers who suddenly broke into your house."

"Because I am the same."

She also didn't like to live in such a completely unfamiliar place, and was forced by her mother to call Zheng Wenhong "Dad".

She also resisted.

But their situation is different after all.

One is the original owner of the house.

But she could only be under the eaves and had to bow her head.

Xie Tao couldn't say many things he could say at the time.

"But those are all over, I don't want to mention it again, you don't have to remember."

"It's fine now."

After Xie Tao finished speaking, she walked directly upstairs.

While Zheng Hejia stood there, watching Xie Tao's figure gradually disappear at the corner of the stairs, he hadn't looked away for a long time.

Today is Saturday and there is no class.

When Xie Tao was lying on the desk doing her homework, she heard a faint pattering sound. When she looked up, she realized that it was raining outside the window.

At that time, Wei Yun, who was in another time and space, was standing in a dark room.

After burning a few incense sticks, there are two spiritual positions, one is his father Wei Changning, and the other is his mother Shen.

It's June 13 of the year again.

His mother's death, his father's death.

It was the day when the Wei family was in disaster.

What about such a ridiculously famous family, what about a century-old family? But overnight, the building collapsed and the loess was buried.

There seemed to be a bit of sarcasm under his eyes, Wei Yun adjusted his sleeves, reached out his hand to take the incense beside him, and lit a stick again.

The lingering smoke blurred his indifferent eyebrows, as if he had been so indifferent from beginning to end.

Weishi is full of life or death, he doesn't care.

After all, although such a big family once had a state of luxuriant branches, but in fact it has long been rotten to the roots.

In the former Wei family, Wei Yun only cared about his cowardly and incompetent father and his mother who died prematurely.

As the concubine of the Wei family, his father Wei Changning was the most inconspicuous leaf in such a deep-rooted family.

As the son of Sanfang's concubine, Wei Yun was born as small as dust.

But the Wei family was the only one who survived in the end.

How ironic.

When Wei Yun came out of the dark room, Wei Jing had already been waiting outside.

"grown ups."

Seeing Wei Yun coming out of the dark room, Wei Jing lowered his head and called.

"how is it?"

Wei Yun casually wiped his hands with Jinpa, his voice was clear and cold.

"As you might expect, your majesty did not question the prince."

Wei Jing bowed his head and replied respectfully.

When Wei Yun heard the words, there were no waves on his face, and he twitched the corners of his lips, "Although the prince is impulsive and irritable, there is a good wife behind him."

"Xu Di'an took him out of this incident, and it probably took a lot of effort."

How could Xu Di'an have such great ability?

How Wei Yun could not understand that without the acquiescence of Qi and the emperor, it would be impossible for the prince to completely get out of this major corruption case.

Almost all the people on the roster related to the prince died in prison.

This is the best proof.

In this way, Emperor Qihe had a little bit more preference for his aunt who had personally raised him for six years.

But I don't know how far the Emperor Qihe, who is now dedicated to pursuing the Immortal Way of Longevity, can tolerate his aunt who treats him?

Wei Yun laughed silently, the light and shadow in those Rupe eyes dim.

"Those people sent by the prince don't have to keep them anymore."

"All killed."

When he said this, his voice was still steady, still a little erratic, without any emotional waves.

"Yes."

Wei Jing bowed his head to answer, then turned and walked out.

When Wei Jing left and the room returned to silence, Wei Yun heard the sound of pattering rain outside the window, and there was still a tendency for the rain to expand.

He looked far away along the window lattice, his eyes deep.

Walking slowly to the window, Wei Yun stretched out his hand. When the rain dripped down, his dark red sleeves were wetted, adding a little dark mark.

A familiar piping hot temperature came from his chest.

Wei Yun paused, and when he stretched out his hand to take out the copper pendant from the placket, the pale golden light condensed into a letter, and it fell lightly on the window lattice, instantly wet by rain.

Wei Yun picked up the letter, curled his fingers, and opened it at will.

Slightly moist, sprinkled onto the letter paper and condensed a line of ink:

"Wei Yun, it's raining."

I don't know why. At that moment, when he looked at such a line of words, the corner of his lips suddenly hooked. When he raised his eyes to look at the shadow of the whirling tree outside the window mullions, his expression suddenly became distant and distant.

Yes, it's raining.

Obviously they are two completely different worlds, but at this moment it seems to have cut the boundary of time and space, and it is raining the same.

The rain is getting louder and the sound is crisp and pattering.

Just as many years ago, the sound of rain extinguished the fire at the Wei family house.

That cowardly father who was despised by him did the only bold thing in his life on that day.

"Yan Chen, you have to live well."

This is the last word he said to Wei Yun.

Once, his father's teachings to him have always been "You don't have to be top-notch in everything, and you don't have to get ahead in everything."

It is even named "韫" with the word "Yanchen".

It means harmony with light and dust.

His father's wish in his life was to be the most ordinary person, like dust.

This is what his father calls the way of survival in a big family like Wei.

How ridiculous.

At that time, Xie Tao, who was sitting at the desk, was holding a mobile phone in his hand and supporting his chin with the other hand, watching the rain dripping on the glass window, trail after trail.

Two people separated by two time and space, at the same moment, seem to be watching the same rain.

When Xie Tao's knee injury finally healed, after school every afternoon, she would go to a dessert shop to work part-time.

Xie Tao has been in contact with Wei Yun during this period.

It's the kind of connection that even she has to chat about what she ate, what she drank, and what she did today.

Of course, most of the time, she is basically talking about it.

If we hadn't asked Wei Yun's true age, Xie Tao might really have thought that he was a grandfather with the style of daily veteran cadres.

After all, in this era, what 22-year-old young man would like to drink tea, practice calligraphy, and watch "Theories of Knowledge"?

The speech was quite verbose.

Xie Tao felt that she was chatting with him, and she seemed a little more relaxed when she was in Chinese class and learning classical Chinese.

There were more contacts, and Xie Tao gradually realized that he seemed to be a particularly good person.

He knows a lot of things she doesn't know. He is knowledgeable, can play chess, can calligraphy, can paint, and even has some methods that can help her better understand and recite classical Chinese.

After his explanation, the boring and incomprehensible text seemed to have become a lot more pleasing to the eye.

But at the same time, she also discovered that he seemed to have no idea about many vocabulary of modern society.

This made her start to have doubts.

"Wei Yun, tell me the truth, you are actually a grandfather who lives in the mountains and has a very bad signal, right?"

"Nor, if your signal is bad, you won't receive my news."

"Are you a grandfather?"

When Wei Yun saw these words on the letter paper, his eyebrows frowned slightly, feeling a little inexplicable.

But after such a long period of time, his patience has long since been harassed by her irregular letters every day.

So he picked up the pen and replied:

"If you are bored, read more"

It's the words of choking people like this again.

Xie Tao and Wei Yun talked about some particularly trivial content.

But after such a long period of time, Xie Tao has gradually become accustomed to talking to him every day.

All the good, the bad, the happy, the unhappy, she will tell him.

Even if he always cherishes words like gold.

Maybe she didn't even notice that she had too much curiosity about this person she had never met, and even some strange emotions had appeared.

Midsummer came quietly, and the one-semester course finally ended.

Xie Tao, who is on summer vacation, not only goes to the dessert shop part-time job, but also finds a job handing out flyers.

One or two in the afternoon was the hottest time of the day. Xie Tao persisted for a few days. Then one day it was too hot at noon. She was dizzy from the sun, and then she didn't know anything.

This day was the cleanest day for Wei Yun to feel his book.

From morning till night, that little talker didn't even have a letter.

There were a few different colors in his Rupe eyes.

Why did she finally know how to write the word "quiet" today?

It's strange.

When Qi Ji came to the National Teacher’s Mansion, he saw the young National Teacher who was wearing a dark red brocade robe, a silver crown and jade belt, and a bright and graceful posture, but always a ruthless and indifferent state, sitting in a pavilion in the courtyard. , Rubbing a copper pendant in his hand, seemed thoughtful.

"When did Brother Yanchen get such an object?"

Qi Ji stepped onto the steps of the pavilion, reaching out to take the copper pendant in his hand, but as soon as he took the shot, he was beaten on the back of his hand by the cup cover on the flying tea cup.

The strength is not small.

Qi Ji supported the back of his hand, "Wei Yanchen, did you make a heavy hand? That's how you treated your savior?"

"Didn't the world say that you are not the kind of person who retaliates for kindness? If that is the case, why do you talk about it again and again?"

Wei Yun put away the copper pendant in his hand and raised his eyes to look at him.

Qi Ji straightened up, "Suddenly I am again."

"..."

Wei Yun retracted his gaze, reached out to hold the tea cup, and took a sip to his lips.

"Wei Yanchen."

Qi Ji sat down opposite him, "I always feel that you seem to have a lot of things in your heart."

"Shizi forgot my advice?"

Wei Yun didn't raise his eyelashes, his voice was faint, "Don't be overly curious."

As soon as the voice fell, he noticed that the temperature of the copper pendant he had gathered into his sleeves suddenly became hot.

Wei Yun's expression did not change, but he stood up, turned around and went down the stairs, and walked in the direction of the study.

Sure enough, it is impossible for her to be quiet.

"Where are you going, Wei Yanchen?" Qi Ji stood up and shouted.

"Sir, please come back."

Wei Yun did not look back.

When he returned to the study holding the letter, he stood by the window lattice and opened the envelope.

There are three lines of ink on it, revealing the embarrassment and annoyance of a little girl:

"Wei Yun, I swear today is my most shameful day!"

"I fainted on the street today, and then a group of people surrounded me and watched. They called an ambulance. I woke up as soon as they were carried to the emergency bed... Heavenly duck, I paid for the ambulance. The money for the car!!!"

"It's too difficult for me..."

The author has something to say: Taotao: I'm too difficult

Wei Yun: It's so pitiful :)

Since it's so pitiful, Master Wei, can you send something? (Crazy hint)