Ling Li Mu stood still and looked at Fu Xiyao who suddenly ran out of the kitchen.
Fu Xiyao had arrived. Tonight, she was wearing a light yellow sweater and a white cake skirt. Such a bright and beautiful color made her small face look as delicate and beautiful as a flower that had just bloomed.
Now she wore a floral apron and held a spatula in her hand. She looked at him with a pair of beautiful eyes.
Fu Xiyao suddenly appeared in his home.
Ling Li Mu's deep black eyes suddenly contracted. He stood still and looked at her deeply.
At this time, the old lady came out and smiled lovingly. "Mu, you are back. Xiyao came here in the afternoon. Today is your 18th birthday. Xiyao made a bowl of longevity noodles for you."
Fu Xiyao ran into the kitchen and took out a bowl of longevity noodles. She put it on the table. The edge of the bowl was very hot. She quickly touched her little earlobe with her scalded white fingers. "Senior Ling, this is the first time for me to make noodles. Happy 18th birthday to you."
Fu Xiyao racked her brains to think of a birthday gift. Finally, she decided to make a bowl of longevity noodles for Ling Li Mu.
Ling Li Mu looked at the bowl of noodles on the table. There were chicken shredded vegetables and a poached egg on the noodles. It looked very delicious.
Ling Li Mu walked over.
Fu Xiyao handed him a pair of chopsticks. "Senior Ling, here you are."
Ling Li Mu didn't reach out to take it. He was taller than Fu Xiyao and needed to look down at her. He was expressionless. He just raised his thin lips slightly. "Who let you come to my house? Didn't I tell you not to pester me anymore?"
Fu Xiyao's palm-sized face instantly paled. "Ling …"
"Do you like me?" Ling Li Mu suddenly asked.
Fu Xiyao's eyelashes trembled. She was about to say something. "I …"
Ling Li Mu interrupted her. "I don't like you. Go away. Leave my house now."
His words were indifferent and cold, like a sharp arrow piercing through Fu Xiyao's heart. With a "pa" sound, the chopsticks fell to the ground. Fu Xiyao took off her apron with red eyes, turned around, and ran out.
She's gone.
Ling Li Mu didn't look back. His two big hands hanging on his sides clenched into fists. The light stretched his handsome and cold figure.
"Ah Mu, what are you doing? Why did you chase Xi Yao away? She's a good girl." Granny walked over.
Ling Li Mu's handsome side profile was hidden in the dim light, "Don't start the impossible, and don't let yourself have extravagant hopes."
The old lady knew Ling Li Mu best. Her grandson was mature, cold, introverted, silent and restrained. He shouldered everything by himself.
The old lady sighed, "Xi Yao is really a good child, but I can see that Xi Yao's family is very wealthy. That little hand of hers is so slippery … She probably doesn't have to do any chores …"
Ling Li Mu bent down, picked up the chopsticks on the ground and wiped them clean. Then he sat down and took a bite of the noodles made by Fu Xiyao.
The noodles were light and had the aroma of shredded chicken. It was delicious.
At this time, there was a rumble of thunder outside, and then it rained cats and dogs.
The old lady quickly worried, "Ah Mu, it's raining heavily outside, and the alley is dark. Will Xi Yao be in danger at night? Go and have a look. Come back when she is safe. "
Ling Li Mu looked up at the heavy rain outside the window. He quickly got up, took an umbrella and went out.
…
Ling Li Mu ran into the rainy night with a black umbrella. He went to find Fu Xiyao.
Soon he saw Fu Xiyao's pretty figure on the street in front of him. She was sitting on the bench, wet by the rain. Now she was crying with her head down and her nose red.
Ling Li Mu ran forward and put the umbrella on her head, "Get up. I'll take you home."
Fu Xiyao was really sad. She was hurt by Ling Li Mu. In the previous life, Ling Li Mu loved her all his life. In this life, her life trajectory with Ling Li Mu changed, so he didn't like her anymore.
The cold rain was like her cold heart. She trembled her shoulders and couldn't help crying. She was like an abandoned kitten, very pitiful.
Suddenly hearing Ling Li Mu's voice, Fu Xiyao quickly looked up. Her tearful eyes bumped into his black pupils.
Ling Li Mu put on a black coat and held a black umbrella in his hand. The 18-year-old boy was so handsome that he looked even colder in the rainy night.
Fu Xiyao stood up, "I don't need you to take me home. I'll go home by myself."
She turned around and left.
But a big hand clasped her slender wrist, accompanied by the boy's low and angry voice, "Fu Xiyao!"
Hiss.
Fu Xiyao groaned in pain and quickly withdrew her little hand and hid it behind her.
Ling Li Mu saw her little hand. Her little hand was as white and slender as spring onion. Now her little hand was red.
Ling Li Mu pursed his thin lips, "Why are you hurt? Let me have a look."
He took her little hand in his.
Her little hand was burned. Obviously, it was hurt when she cooked for him.
Fu Xiyao, a rich girl, had never cooked for so many years. Today, she cooked and fried poached eggs for his birthday, so she was burned.
Ling Li Mu's heart suddenly softened.
"Does it hurt?"
He asked in a low voice.
Fu Xiyao reached out and hugged him, "Ling Li Mu, why don't you like me? Why do you hate me? What did I do wrong? I can change. Please don't push me away. I want to stay by your side. I want to be with you for the rest of my life. I will never leave you!"
The girl sobbed with endless grievances and attachment to him. She said that she wanted to be with him for the rest of her life.
The black umbrella in Ling Li Mu's hand fell to the ground, and the rain quickly wet him. He looked down and suddenly didn't know … where the girl in his arms came from.
"Fu Xiyao," he called her name in a low voice, "I'm not as good as you think. You see my family. I can't give you anything. I … have nothing."
Fu Xiyao closed her eyes gently, and big drops of hot and crystal tears fell down. She remembered Ling Limu, a middle-aged man in the previous life. He once said to her, "Don't be afraid. You have me."
Fu Xiyao hugged him tightly. She smiled brightly in her tears and told him, "Ling Li Mu, in my heart, no one is better than you. You have me!"
Ling Li Mu clenched his fists, and then opened them little by little. He raised his hands and gently hugged Fu Xiyao.
He knew that this unattainable girl didn't belong to him, and he couldn't afford her, but he was still moved.
Since that day, when she transferred to Nanzhong High School, he looked at her more in the crowd …
After that.
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