When everyone left, Ye Xiaojing came to the bedside, only to see that Cheng Qixin's eyes were still tightly closed at this moment, on her face that was paler than before, her tightly pursed lips were bloodless, and her two beautiful eyebrows were also tightly wrinkled, and it seemed that there was still infinite pain; Ye Xiaojing couldn't help but stretch out her hand, wanting to smooth out his frowning brows.

At this time, Cheng Qixin, who had not made a sound since he was unconscious, suddenly let out a low whisper, Ye Xiaojing heard it, and hurriedly called softly: "Young master, young master!" ”

However, Cheng Qixin didn't seem to hear her call at all, and still murmured something, Ye Xiaojing saw that he couldn't wake him up, so he lowered his head and wanted to hear what he was saying.

"No, don't--leave, I-will listen, grandma, save-" Ye Xiaojing's intermittent words made Ye Xiaojing inexplicable, and just as she was thinking about whether to tell Mrs. Cheng, Cheng Qixin's next words successfully stopped her action, "Ye, Ye Xiao-water-"

Ye Xiaojing quickly poured a glass of warm water and sent it to Cheng Qixin's lips: "Young master, the water is here!" ”

Xu felt the moist source of life, Cheng Qixin opened his mouth cooperatively and slowly sipped; After drinking most of the glass, he finally opened his eyes.

"Young master, you finally woke up, the old lady was in a hurry just now!" Ye Xiaojing put down the cup and smiled happily.

Cheng Qixin glanced at her, silent and did not respond.

Ye Xiaojing said again: "Young master, are you hungry?" There's a good porridge in the kitchen, I'll bring it to you and give it to you, okay? ”

Seeing that he had no objection, Ye Xiaojing hurried downstairs, took out a small bowl of white porridge from the clay pot that was simmering on the stove, put it in the tray, and then took a few light side dishes.

When she returned to the room, Cheng Qixin had already sat up, only to see his upper body reclining on the bed rail, clasping his hands together, silently thinking about something.

Ye Xiaojing put the tray on the table next to the bed, picked up the bowl and said, "Young Master, the porridge is here."

"What are you doing here?" Cheng Qixin looked at the spoon reaching to his mouth in amazement, and his eyebrows wrinkled subconsciously.

"Feed you porridge!" Ye Xiaojing replied as a matter of course.

Pushing the spoon away, Cheng Qixin said angrily: "Ye Xiaojing, have you made a mistake? Do you think I've reached the point where I can't take care of myself?! ”

As he spoke, he pointed his hand and said, "Put it over there, and I'll come and eat it myself." ”

Oh," Ye Xiaojing put down the bowl and moved the things to the table next to her, "Young Master, please come over and drink porridge!" ”

Listening to her left "young master" and right "young master", for some reason, Cheng Qixin suddenly felt very harsh in his ears, he unconsciously became annoyed again, and reprimanded: "Don't call me young master at every turn!" ”

Hearing this, Ye Xiaojing looked at him in surprise, and asked for a long time, "If you don't call your young master, what is it called?" ”

Cheng Qixin had just eaten two spoonfuls of porridge, and when he heard this question, he suddenly became impatient: "I just told you not to shout if you are fine, you are annoyed!" ”

"I just called you when there was something!" Ye Xiaojing secretly slandered herself in her heart, but she didn't dare to say it.

Watching him finish eating the porridge, Ye Xiaojing stepped forward and was about to clean up, but heard Cheng Qixin say: "Don't clean up yet, you come here!" With that, he stepped away from the table and walked towards the terrace.

Ye Xiaojing opened her mouth, but in the end she decided to shut up first, she put aside the doubts in her heart and walked out.

It was late at night, the cool breeze of the summer night carried the water vapor after the rain, and the fresh and humid air made Ye Xiaojing couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Cheng Qixin sat alone on the steps, his lonely figure looked a little lonely, seeing this scene, Ye Xiaojing couldn't help but think that he had a fever before, which was also caused by the rain on the terrace.

I didn't know why Cheng Qixin was suddenly so depressed, Ye Xiaojing thought about it in her heart, and sat down beside him silently.

Ye Xiaojing raised her head and saw that the moon was faintly covered by thin clouds, but there was still a cold light spilling down through the gaps in the clouds and shining on this terrace.

The moon is like water, and everything is silent.

Looking at the clear night sky, Ye Xiaojing's eyes showed a look of confusion, how long has it been since she looked up at the starry sky like now?

Her childhood was carefree, but unfortunately it was too short, and the blow of her family and her own dual situation made her extremely depressed for a long time, and she didn't even know what a smile was; It's just that no matter how much you think about being an ostrich, the reality will still force you to face it, and God is not fair!

Shaking his head slightly, to get rid of the depression that had just surged into his heart in an instant, Ye Xiaojing tried to raise a smile for herself, and then whispered to the figure beside her: "Young Master-"

"I hate grandma!"

Ye Xiaojing was slightly stunned when she heard this, there seemed to be some kind of estrangement between the ancestors and grandchildren of the Cheng family, which she had noticed a long time ago, but as a maid, she was not qualified to ask about the affairs of the master's family at all.

Just when she didn't know how to answer, Cheng Qixin didn't seem to expect her to answer at all, and continued: "She killed my mother, if she hadn't kicked us out in the first place, how could I be like this?" I really hate her! ”

Although there is a word of hatred, Cheng Qixin's tone is more like talking, as if he is pouring out some troubles, and there is not much hatred in the gentle tone, but more depression.

Under the hazy moonlight, Ye Xiaojing couldn't see the expression on Cheng Qixin's face clearly, and after listening to what he said, Ye Xiaojing's heart moved slightly, so she said: "Although you hate the old lady, you actually want to forgive her, right?" ”

Cheng Qixin, who had been keeping his head down since he sat down, suddenly raised his head when he heard this, but he just glanced at Ye Xiaojing, then shook his head again, and said, "But I can't do it!" ”

Ye Xiaojing listened, and said in a more gentle tone: "Although I don't know what happened to you before, I don't think it should be a principled hatred, otherwise you won't have to forgive this contradiction, right?" ”

Hearing this, Cheng Qixin said noncommittally: "So what? Anyway, she is really sorry for me and my mother, and there are some things that can be forgiven by not saying forgiveness. ”

"I know." Ye Xiaojing said softly, "But she is your grandmother after all, and she loves you very much now, and she is also very remorseful about the past; Besides, whether you want to forgive or not, you can't change what has happened, all we can change is the future-"

For this kind of persuasion, Cheng Qixin was just silent.

"These simple truths, young master, you also understand, in fact, your current contradiction is not whether to forgive the old lady, but whether to let go of the past. Since you can be so decisive in deciding the affairs of the company, such a decision should not be too difficult for you, right? With that, Ye Xiaojing stood up and glanced at the sky, only to see that the moon, which was still covered by clouds and mist just now, had broken through the clouds and sprinkled full of clear light on the earth.

Looking at Ye Xiaojing's departing back, Cheng Qixin unconsciously muttered: "The past-past-"

You just need to let go of the past, is that really the case?