Chapter 21: Fifteen Years of Waiting for a Call
This is Cheng Haotian's voice. How could his voice ring outside the door? How did he end up here?
Although Xueluo was holding Cheng Haotian's clothes in her arms, she didn't believe that the person outside the door was really Cheng Haotian. How could he really be here?
The snow fell silently near the door. The voice sounded again: "Snow falls, don't be afraid, if you don't want to open the door, you just answer the phone, tell me you're okay, I'll leave, okay?" A gentle voice outside the door reached the eardrums of the falling snow. Is it really him?
In her disbelief, her cell phone on the table rang again.
Regardless of whether the phone is haunted or not, in short, this ghost can't travel through the phone, right? Xueluo thought, shudderingly picked up her phone and put it to her ear. Cheng Haotian's voice came clearly from the mobile phone: "Snow falls, I'm at your door." I'm worried about what's going on with you, so, come and see you. If you're okay, I'm relieved. ”
Is it really him? Listening to Cheng Haotian's voice, all the lines of defense in Xueluo's heart collapsed.
Whether he's a human or a ghost, he's out today!
Thinking of this, Xueluo gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, snapped, and twisted the door lock.
The door was opened, and it was Cheng Haotian standing outside the door.
Cheng Haotian entered the house, looking at Xueluo's face with tears on his face, holding a piece of clothing in his arms, he was already scared stupid.
Cheng ...... Cheng ...... "Xueluo stammered, Cheng Haotian didn't wait for her to stammer, and asked her gently:
"Xueluo, what's wrong with you?" Cheng Haotian said and put his hand on Xueluo's shoulder.
"Is it really you?" Xueluo finally didn't call out "Teacher Cheng" or Mr. Cheng, but when he said this, tears gushed out.
"It's me." Cheng Haotian said as he reached out to wipe the tears on her face, and asked, "Xueluo, what's wrong with you?" ”
Xueluo seemed to have been greatly wronged, and Cheng Haotian's appearance made her enter the situation of acquaintance in her previous life in an instant. That feeling of safety and steadfastness, because of Cheng Haotian's arrival, filled the whole room. This made Xueluo believe that they had known each other for a long time, and even fell in love, and they must have lost their memory and forgotten everything about the past between them.
Xueluo sobbed and told Cheng Haotian what had just happened, and Cheng Haotian had a heartbroken look on his face.
Cheng Haotian silently hugged Xueluo into his arms. "I'm sorry, it's me who is bad. I scared you. ”
Cheng Haotian calmed Xueluo for a long time, and felt that Xueluo's mood was much calmer, so he let go of her. He saw that Xueluo had been holding a piece of clothing in his arms, so he asked, "What are you holding it for?" ”
Xue Luo wiped the tears on his face and said, "I held it for my own courage." ”
The words of snow falling made Cheng Haotian chuckle: "How stupid are you?" Can a piece of clothing make you brave? ”
Cheng Haotian said, taking out the clothes in Xueluo's arms. Only then did he realize that the dress was his coat.
Cheng Haotian helped Xue Luo sit down. His heart ached. He had no idea that he would give her such a shock.
"How did you know it was me at once?" Snowfall finally raises her question.
Cheng Haotian wiped away her tears with his hand. Look at her face. Then he stroked her hair and said, "I guessed." ”
Cheng Haotian's words made Xueluo sober up all of a sudden: it turned out that they had never known and fallen in love in their previous lives. I didn't have amnesia. Because his words speak for themselves.
"Guess?" The snow was full of surprise. "How did you guess that I would dial that number?"
"Anyway, I guessed right, didn't I? Success scares you. Cheng Haotian didn't seem to want to be too clear about Xueluo.
Actually, that phone number was used fifteen years ago, and I used it myself. That's how he used to contact Xueluo. In the past fifteen years, Cheng Haotian has changed many phone numbers, but he has always kept that number. Because Xueluo only knows this number of himself. He was afraid that he had canceled the number and that Xueluo would never be able to contact him again. Although he knew that Xueluo would not contact him again, and would not call him again.
However, it was not until that day that the snow fell that it was now. Cheng Haotian believes that it is the snow that has come back.
After the school lecture that day, he found Snowfall on the playground, and he deliberately left that number in his pocket. He wondered if Xueluo would call him if she found out about the number. As long as Xueluo uses that number to call himself, he can fulfill one of his dreams again. It will allow him to feel the feeling of snow falling still by his side in his dreams again. Although his reason told him that they were not the same Xueluo, Cheng Haotian's heart was hoping that Xueluo could use that number to call him. He wanted the snow to fall so much. It's been fifteen years, and he misses the departing snow all the time. Even if it is self-deception, he longs to hear the phone call that Xueluo calls him. He also wanted to know what kind of fate he would have with the snow falling in front of him. Will she make a call that she has left in her pocket?
Every night, his number and cell phone, which he kept alone for the snowfall, were turned on. He was afraid that if the snow fell and called him, he would miss it.
After fifteen years of waiting, tonight, the phone that had been silent for fifteen years was finally dialed again. Cheng Haotian knew that the person who dialed the phone was no longer the snow falling fifteen years ago, but he was still willing to let his heart enter such an exciting and happy dream. Snowfall called herself. In the dark, the hearts and minds between him and Xueluo are connected. And after this phone call, the fate between Cheng Haotian and Xueluo really kicked off.
When Cheng Haotian picked up the phone excitedly, there was no sound on the other end of the phone. It woke him up from his dream all at once. Did something happen to the snowfall?
School is on vacation, is she the only one in the dormitory? It must be so. She was so far from home, she must have stayed in school. It's so late, she dialed the phone number she specially left for her, did she encounter something?
Cheng Haotian was extremely worried and called her back again. But the snow fell but it was never answered. This made Cheng Haotian even more worried. He couldn't be at ease anymore, he was going to see the snow fall immediately.
When he flew to the school, he put his pass in and out of the school on the window, and the doorman did not block his entry. The doorman did not stop him, not because he had a pass, but because of his recent speech, the doorman got to know his car. He is from this school, and he is worshiped by the students of this school, he is a model in the hearts of boys, and a male god in the hearts of girls. Of course, the doorman will also be extra attentive. Cheng Haotian came and went in and out of this school late at night, although the doorman was curious, but it was no longer within the scope of his exploration.
When Cheng Haotian saw the snow falling and learned that she dialed the number, it was just a prank, and he was distressed, but he couldn't cry or laugh. "You were supposed to scare the ghost, but you didn't expect it, but you were scared like this by the ghost." Cheng Haotian teased her while taking her hand over and holding it in his palm naturally.
In May, such a warm season, at this moment, the hands of the snow falling are slightly cool. This kind of slight coolness made Cheng Haotian feel as if he held the hand of the snow falling fifteen years ago.
And the snow in front of her fell because of fear, which made her body lose its original warmth. Cheng Haotian sat on the edge of the bed with Xueluo, and he kept rubbing Xueluo's hands, hoping that this would ease her nervousness as soon as possible.
In Cheng Haotian's comfort, Xueluo's mood finally stabilized, and the temperature on her hands returned to the same as before.
"Well, it's too late. It's time for you to get a good night's sleep, too. Cheng Haotian saw that the snow had returned to normal, so he stood up and said, "You have a good rest, and I can leave." That's my number, if you have anything you can call me. Anytime. ”
Looking at Cheng Haotian's appearance, Xueluo knew that he wanted to leave. For a while, Xueluo's heart was full of suddenness and loss. Cheng Haotian's words just now, although his voice was still gentle and magnetic, but his words seemed to have no emotion when he heard it in the snowfall.
Yukiro stood up and didn't speak. But he turned around and took the clothes on her bedside in his hand and handed them to Cheng Haotian.
Cheng Haotian stretched out his hand to take it, but found that Xuelou had no intention of letting go. A touch of heartache swept through Cheng Haotian's eyes. Sometimes, he really didn't know how he was going to face her, she was a snowfall, but she wasn't a snowfall.
So, since they met, he missed her, but he didn't dare to see her. Because, he knows, they are two people who are completely two. His heart, his emotions, he didn't know how to release the snow falling here in front of him. So, that's why he never took the initiative to find Xueluo.
At this moment, when the snow fell, no one knew how her heart was attached to the man in front of her. He has a mysterious temptation for himself.
But he never seemed to want to get near him. As long as he leaves, he will never drag the mud and water, and walk so simply that he will have the feeling that he will never be able to find it again when he is gone. In fact, this is also true. He didn't show up, and he didn't seem to have any relationship with him anymore.
Cheng Haotian felt Xueluo's hand grasping his clothes. chuckled, "Do you want to keep it to give yourself courage?" Then it's okay to stay. ”
Cheng Haotian's words hurt Xueluo's heart. I can't keep your heart, so what's the use of me keeping only your clothes?
Thinking like this, Xueluo unexpectedly let go of his hand.