Chapter 22: In the forest for three days (part 1)


"Master" Feng De respectfully called him from outside the door. Xie Linlin and the other two girls looked at him disdainfully.

Feng De could not help but mentally shake his head. This is the biggest difference between these kind of women and women like Miss Shi.

The women around young master are not stupid, on the contrary they all high high ambitions wanting to climb onto a higher branch through his master. And since they want to use his master to get what they want, inevitably their true nature shows through when they interact with servants like him, showing their disdain so blatantly.

Unlike Xiaonian, who is polite and acts educated with all people.

"Yes" Going Ouyang bit out an acknowledgement and took the cocktail from Xie Linlin's hand.

"Master," feng De started, "is it okay to do this to Miss Shi?"

"Feng De, it seems that you are exhausted with your life" Gong Ouyang glanced at him unpleasantly.

He actually began to question his master.

Feng De bowed his head low and said respectfully, "I was worrying about young master. isn't the young master looking for the child? If something happens to the lady.." the child's whereabouts will remain unknown.

"That's because I was too generous with her. When she tastes the edges of death, she will know to do the right thing."

"Just in case.."

"There is no Just in case! get out! Get out!" Gong Ouyang did not want to hear him speak again and irritably dumped the cocktail in his glass.

The exquisite glass hit the floor, broke and shattered in countless pieces. Xie Linlin looked at Gong Ouyang's bad mood and glared at the culprit with hatred and then reluctantly withdrew. Feng De also withdrew from the room.

In the lounge only Gong Ouyang remained.

He stared at the girl  on the screen, thinking back to his thoughts on Xiaonian who now walked steadily deeper into the forest, her slim frame looking like a ghost..

The sunlight shining from the cracks through the leaves sprinkled on her body  making her look paler, as if they are unable to reach her and failed to offer her any shred of warmth.

She really had some skill.

Feng De was a steward who was awarded many times for his service. He was exemplary in his duties and always loyal to his employer and never said a word against his employers wishes. And now, he pleaded for that conceited woman.

This woman! She actually dared to ridicule him asking if he had taken his medicine!

She really needed to be taught a lesson.

In the eyes of Gong Ouyang, a bright light flickered, his fingers moved on the remote and converted the channel on the screen to show him her current location in the forest.

In the frame, Xiaonian walked forward with an expressionless face, step by step. Her hair scattered on her shoulder and the leaves scattered gently by her shoulders as she walked. The green leaves floating around her, the lake by her side, she really looked like an elf.

Gong Ouyang hated himself for thinking she was beautiful for even a minute.

Xiaonian raised her eyes and looked forward, and her eyes sweeped across the hidden camera in the trees. It felt awkward for a moment, as it seemed that she was staring straight at him. But the pale face with the beautiful eyes now seemed empty, as if there was no soul inside, it seemed vacant...sad.

He felt an urgent need to protect her surging from within.

Thud.

The remote control slid from his fingers and fell to the ground.

Gong Ouyang looked straight at the screen, his heart thudding against his rib cage tightly, as if it'll stop any moment, as if he couldn't breathe any more.
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On the first day in the forest:

Xiaonian stepped on the grass and looked at the big tree that rose high into the sky. The sun slowly shrank from the horizon and rays fell in front of her.

Is this the last image of this world that she would see?

Forever sleeping in the forest.

It seemed like a good ending for someone whom nobody cared about or believed in.

She walked to a slightly larger space, another large tree was standing on the ground, but this one was broken.

Xiaonian sat down by the broken tree and took a stack of white paper into her hands. Drawing paper.

It was Feng De who gave it to her. Since she was a cartoonist, she must like to paint, so it would be something good to do before her seeming death.

Xiaonian put the paper and the support on her knees, but did not know what to draw or start with. After a while the pencil in her hand moved.

She decided to paint a figure first. The model was Mu Qian Chu.

At that time he was still a blind person who always turned around to hold her hand.



"Xiaonian, draw me a little better."



"Why draw a little better? Mu Qian Chu, you already look very beautiful."



"beautiful is for girls..I really want to see what you painted"



"You can see it one day."



"When I am able to see it, let's get married, okay?"


The memory opened her water gates and they just could not stop. Xiaonian looked at the still blank paper, the voice of the boy still rang in her ears. He said always, that he would marry her.

She forgot what she said in response at that time.

But she clearly remembered that in the attic of her home, the teenager stood near the window as the wind blew his hair.

His beautiful eyes looked at her direction without any focus, and he said earnestly, "Father fears that I'll bring shame to the family, so he let me be a foster child in this house. Others so noit like me either, I suspect that I will forever be a blind person sometimes...Only you'll care for me, Xiaonian, you have to be with me all the time."

At that tinme Mu Qian Chu also said, "If you are not here, even if I can see the whole world I wouldn't know where to go"

He was once afraid that she wouldn't be there, that he wouldn't know where to go and now he had completely forgotten her now.

He will not even extend a grudging hand to help her when she is in dire need.

A drop of water fell on the drawing paper spotting the pristine paper with a slowly spreading wet spot.

When he talked about his eyes, he he would wipe away the tears from his eyes and then turned to her with a smile.


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