Beijing-Hong Kong Confession

Chapter 162 Reaching for the Stars

The year Zhu Xia entered the Song family, Song Chengyu was eleven years old. He woke up from the intensive care unit, his condition gradually improved, and he was discharged from the hospital.

In the next six years, he was full of energy and his physical functions were stronger than those of his peers. However, at the age of 17, he was playing basketball with his friends and suddenly fell into a coma when he jumped up to shoot. He was rushed to the hospital.

Several members of the Song family, including Zhu Xia, were waiting anxiously at the door of the ward.

The operation took a long time, more than 24 hours, but fortunately it was very successful. When he woke up, the anesthesia had not worn off yet and he could not hear clearly. Song Chengyu looked at the people who came to visit him, anxious, worried, tearful, solemn, happy... He slowly closed his eyes and stopped looking.

Song Chengyu thought he had long been accustomed to the hospital, but six years later, he was lying on the lifeless hospital bed again. The boy's heart seemed to have fallen into a bottomless pit, never to see the light of day again.

The third day after the operation.

Song Chengyu was leaning against the head of the hospital bed, propped up one leg, lowered his head, and rested his elbow on his knee. A thin needle was inserted into the back of his pale hand, and he looked weak.

The curtains were thick and all drawn, the lights were off, and the room was extremely dark, with only a little moonlight shining through the cracks onto the ground.

It also shines at Zhu Xia's feet.

She stood in front of him.

Song Chengyu knew it was her who came, but he still lowered his head, immersed in his own thoughts, and only said: "What are you doing here?"

"You're not going to have dinner?"

Song Chengyu did not answer.

His obviously sickly condition indicated his physical and mental weakness and the great impact of the disease on him.

Zhu Xia was quiet for a while, then walked to the bedside and put her hand on his, because he didn't look at her.

She whispered, "What do you want to eat? I'll buy it for you."

Song Chengyu pulled his hand away silently.

Zhu Xia glanced at the half-empty potion and continued, "Second Aunt didn't let me come to see you. I begged Grandpa for a long time before he agreed to let the driver take me here."

She held his hand again, stroked it gently, and said, "But I can't stay long, I have to go to school tomorrow."

Song Chengyu didn't say anything.

And Zhu Xia stared at him for a long time.

The ward was so dim and so quiet. After a long time, he pulled his hand away from under her, slowly raised his head to look at her, and saw the caution in her eyes.

The boy stared at her in silence.

Zhu Xia's eyes were dark and bright, and she looked at him without blinking. Suddenly she raised her hand and placed the silk bag in front of him.

"Third brother, I give you a star."

The handkerchief was filled with twinkling, dancing fireflies, and the opening was tied with a silk thread.

It's like a bright light that never goes out.

"The driver took me to the outskirts of the city to catch it. Doesn't it look good?" she said.

The bright fireflies in the silk bag look like stars falling into the dark world.

Song Chengyu stared at it for a long time, then moved his gaze to look at Zhu Xia's little face illuminated by the light of fireflies.

You can vaguely see the mud on your chin that hasn't been washed off, and a small red spot on your forehead.

It must have been caused by bumping into something while catching fireflies.

"It's nine o'clock. I'll give you the firefly. I have to go back now, or Grandpa won't let me out next time."

Song Chengyu was carrying a bag of fireflies, following the figure with his eyes. She suddenly stopped at the door and looked back at him, as if she had just remembered:

"Third brother. I have decided. I want to study medicine."

Zhu Xia was thirteen years old at that time, still childish, but his eyes and voice were unusually firm.

So firm that he thought she would stay with him forever.

Recalling this, Song Chengyu on the second floor of the hotel tightly clenched the engagement ring that Zhu Xia returned to him.

The diamond pierced his flesh, oozing blood, but he didn't feel any pain at all.

After enduring a long period of darkness, will the stars disappear?

*

It was a snowy night. After an hour and a half’s drive, the car stopped in front of the Platinum Royal Mansion.

The driver drove the car into the garage, and He Lianzhou took Zhu Xia's hand and put it in his windbreaker pocket and walked into the house.

The door of the villa closed behind him, and the sound of the mechanical lock closing floated into his ears, reminding Zhu Xia of the last time he tried to escape early and failed.

…She came in again.

The indoor temperature was just right, Zhu Xia took off her scarf herself, and He Lianzhou helped her take off her coat and hung it on the side.

The stove in the closet made a slight sound, and the warm light cast a shadow on the man's handsome and deep features.

Zhu Xia raised her head slightly, and her black and white pupils reflected his appearance.

After looking at him silently for a moment, she suddenly stood on tiptoe, hooked her hands around He Lianzhou's neck, and kissed his cold but soft thin lips.

The next second, Zhu Xia was pushed against the wall by a force.

He Lianzhou held her waist with his hands, suddenly lowered his head to deepen the kiss, and grabbed her lips and tongue as if savoring it.

His kiss was patient, gentle, and slow at first.

Zhu Xia put her arms around his neck, moved closer, and took the initiative to reach out and entangle with him more deeply.

Her actions caused the man to tighten his arms infinitely, his patience dissipated, and the kiss became more intense, sucking and entangled, wantonly plundering her softness and sweetness. The two bodies were pressed tightly together, something was burning, and the fire was growing stronger.

Zhu Xia's mouth was in turmoil and she could hardly bear it. Her fingers couldn't help but grab the hair on the back of his head.

After the deep kiss, both of them had irregular breathing. He Lianzhou rested his forehead against Zhu Xia's and looked at her deeply.

"I traveled thousands of miles and braved the heavy snow to come to the capital in the middle of the night just to sleep with you?"

Zhu Xia panted quickly, and after a while he said, "Are you feeling wronged?"

"Of course not." He Lianzhou raised his hand and gently stroked her rosy lips with his rough fingertips.

Zhu Xiaxin trembled uncontrollably. She looked closely at the pair of deep black eyes, rolled her eyeballs, and asked:

"Are you really not angry? I haven't told Grandpa to cancel the engagement yet."

"No." He Lianzhou said.

"Then are you a little unhappy?" Zhu Xia asked again.

He lowered his eyes to look at her.

Six years ago, on a snowy day like this, she went back to Beijing and broke up with him a few days later.

He had no choice and couldn't feel at ease.

Zhu Xia and Song Chengyu have been childhood sweethearts for more than ten years. There are too many connections between them. Not only their relatives, but also this city.

In the capital, will Zhu Xia be reminded of the past by the things he saw, and then...

Repent.

"He Lianzhou, could you be more obvious? Sometimes I still can't guess what you're thinking."

Zhu Xia stroked the man's angular face, her fingertips gently brushed across the corners of his eyes, and whispered, "I want to know all your feelings."

His feelings were obvious, but his emotions left her feeling ambiguous.

Even though he wouldn't make her feel bad in any way, she wanted to make him happy.

He Lianzhou's strong arms wrapped around Zhu Xia's slender waist and lifted her up.

Caught off guard, Zhu Xia lifted himself into the air with both hands subconsciously, lowered his head, and gently rubbed his forehead.

A very intimate gesture. Like comforting.

"You said you liked me very much before." He Lianzhou raised his chin and looked at her, suddenly bringing up this topic, "What about now?"