When they found him, they looked at him with a strange look, as if they were looking at a monster.

Until the end, the boy seemed to be watching a drama, and his reaction was as plain as if he never knew them, his eyes were dark and cold.

No one knows,

How disgusting is he?

"Why don't you talk?" The scene was so crazy that he kept overlapping with the person in front of him, which made Chu Xu feel a desire to retching. His eyes were red, and his fingers holding the dyed white collar were trembling. The rain blurred his gaze, and even the other party's eyebrows and eyes gradually became unreal. On this rainy day, he shouted hoarsely with a crazy and sharp attitude, from a light voice to heavy and ruthless: "Can you get away? Can you stop appearing in my eyes! I'm really annoyed!"

He was out of control at the edge of his furiousness, and all the rationality he maintained was completely stolen in the fuse this time.

He is venting his anger.

He knows.

But he couldn't control it.

The person in front of you,

It is Chu Xiumao's son raised outside.

This reminds him all the time, filling every nerve ending.

"That's what you think?" The white pupils were dark ink, and they could suck people in, reflecting Chu Xu's eyebrows and eyes, their voice was flat, and they were low, and they could not hear any emotion from their tone.

The sky was filled with dark colors, no one was around, empty and lonely, only the sound of rain, heavy rain hit the two people, all over their bodies were poured through, and the coldness filled the air inch.

The atmosphere between the two was stalemate and condensed, like a string that would collapse at any time.

"Yes." Such a gaze made Chu Xu stagnate for a moment without reason, but for only a moment, he laughed self-deprecatingly and responded indifferently, and said with a light ending sound, "I just think so."

"That's right." Ranbai pressed his stomach with one hand, his fingertips turned a little white, his eyebrows and eyes were cold and desireless, his voice was not warm, and he spit out two words on his own, as if he didn't care, or he seemed to be cold and indifferent.

The boy tried hard, shook Chu Xu's hand away, stood up, still calm, with thin lips light and cold, without any care, and looked at the umbrella that fell beside him, looking down at the person with a voice indifferent: "Chu Xu."

His straightforward assertion stated the fact: "You are too naive."

Chu Xu pulled his lower lip, but said nothing, tired and powerless, his ink-colored hair covered his eyes, decadent and cold, his eyes were pitch black and red, and he was fragmented.

The long street is silent.

Only one person is left.

People’s joys and sorrows are not the same.

They were alone indifferent and suppressed, carrying everything silently on their bodies. No matter how happy or sad, hope or despair, they always remained silent, maintaining a twisted calm in the depth of silence, watching everything coldly.

He was too calm and silent, so he could never understand the young man's nature, and he looked down on Chu Xu and could not solve any problems.

In his eyes, Chu Xu's actions can only be regarded as childish.

But Chu Xu is different. He flows to the surface and is deeper than the surface. All the thorns stand sharply on the outside, joy, anger, sorrow, pride and wanton, and is frivolous by nature without any scruples.

What you want to do, what you don't want to do.

What do you like and hate.

It was a very easy and easy thing for him.

But the other person was deeply thinking, restrained and good at hiding. He never could see any joy and anger from him, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

The two of them are born to be contradictory, and the two extreme points collide together and are incompatible with each other.

It was very deep at night, and the sky was dark gray, as if it was sprinkled with ink, and the rain drizzled, and it kept falling.

When Chu Xu went back, it was already past 11 o'clock in the evening. He was soaked all over, rain dripping along the ends of his hair, and his earrings were pure black and cold.

Jingwei was still in the living room. The scene during the day was too sudden. She didn't know why Chu Xu had such a big reaction, but she couldn't make trouble with Chu Xu.

If Chu Xu is ignorant, she must be considerate, so that Chu Xiumao will feel guilty towards her.

"Xiaoxu, you are back." After seeing Chuxu, Jingwei saw a hurriedly a little surprised in his eyes. He hurriedly stood up. Before he could say a word of sorry and caring, he saw the boy walking straight upstairs.

A body full of hostility.

Jingwei, somehow, subconsciously felt a little uneasy and hurriedly followed.

Then she saw that the boy actually went to her room. Jingwei was a little puzzled, and her premonition of being mentally unhappy became stronger. She asked nervously: "What are you going to do?"

The closed door was kicked open with a slam, rude and fierce!

Such a sound shocked Jingwei.

Echoing in the corridor.

Then--

Jingwei watched Chu Xu walk directly in with water dripping on his body, his expressionless face looks very violent and a little scary.

"Bang-!" several loud noises.

Accompanied by Jing Wei's screaming.

"Ah!" Jing Wei was disbelief, his eyes widened in horror, and he was furious: "Chu Xu!"

The chair was kicked over by someone, and the glass products on the dressing table fell to the ground. The sound of splitting sounds was extremely harsh.

The initiator of all this stood there indifferently, and threw all the things that could be dropped in the room. Then he picked Jingwei's lower lip, with a casual arrogance, and the color of his eyes was very light and dark. He said lightly: "Reply to the gift, are you satisfied?"

Jingwei's face, with makeup, was almost distorted, and she was so angry that she was trembling all over. Looking at the messy scene in the room, she couldn't even say a word.

Chu Xu walked out of the room with a faint smile, but he smiled without any warmth, but instead made people feel deeply oppressed. When he passed by, his eyes were cold and he went back to his room directly.

Only Jingwei was left alone facing the mess in the room. Her body was trembling and she was trembling with anger. She couldn't believe that Chu Xu was so excessive.

Sinking into complete darkness.

No one can see it as embarrassing.

There was no light on in the room, the sky was dark outside the window, the cold rain was drizzling, and a line of outline was floating in the dark.

Chu Xu leaned against the chair, motionless for a long time, completely frozen and cold. Looking at the empty bookshelf, his eyes were red, and his left hand clenched repeatedly like self-abuse, loosening, and his knuckles stretched out terrifyingly pale and trembled slightly.

When Chu Xiumao came back, he found out about this, but he was rarely silent and said nothing.

After so many hours in a night, who knows who is unfamiliar with insomnia?

The next day was weekend, and until the twilight was over, Chu Xu never came down all day.

Chu Xiumao thought for a long time before going up and knocking on the door: "Chu Xu, you come out for dinner. It's been a day, and if you have any anger, it should be gone."

No voice response.

It's quiet.

Chu Xiumao tried to push the door open directly, and found that the door was locked from inside.
Chapter completed!