My boss is too weak to take care of himself

Qingwan, grandma's hometown, is wrapped in the mountains. It is definitely not a peach blossom garden left in the sea, but a piece of land full of poverty, backwardness and barrenness.

When was the last time Xi Shuang came to Qingwan to visit the grave with her grandma?It seems to be the year she just entered college.

Grandma's eldest daughter died, the second son supported a family, and the daughter-in-law left home.Xi Shuang can be regarded as the dawn that shines through the clouds since the Xi family has been silent for so long.

Xishuang followed her grandma to the lonely grave.

"Only he is still buried here. Later people moved away slowly, and his wife was buried in the cemetery." This is what grandma said at that time.

Life is the same and death is in different acupoints, and buried in two places separated by thousands of layers, this may be the destination of too many emotions.

Grandma is illiterate. Compared with the environment in her hometown, marrying into Xi's family can be regarded as "walking out of the mountains" in a sense.

To go to Qingwan, you have to go to the town to take a shuttle bus. The five-hour drive will bump and circle on the winding mountain road, and gradually drive from the open plains to the Zhenzhen Forest.The forest on the side of the road is vast and distant, and the vigorous vitality is engraved on the annual rings of every tree and stretched on every green leaf.

The sun shines on the vast and overlapping mountains, split into mottled fragments in the forest, and some halos are reflected on the car window glass, reflecting Xishuang's pale face.

It was still early in the morning, but they had been on the road for an hour. The winding mountain road lay like a giant dragon in the mountains and forests, and flowed into the ridge like a blood vessel. Xi Shuang leaned her head against the car window, and raised her hand to touch the teeth marks on her neck.

Mottled bruising, not painful, but itchy from every pore.

This is the mark Ye Xia left on her body. When he bit her, his muscles tensed up, like a cheetah drinking blood from its fur, but his teeth touched her thin skin, but he still couldn't help it. The tip of the tongue is licking, and the teeth are grinding together, more like a cub sucking its familiar taste to seek a sense of security.

The most painful place is naturally the scar from his canine teeth, like two small thorns, it seems that with a little more force, it can tear her ruthless disguise and touch her hot blood.

In fact, for a moment, Xi Shuang didn't doubt that Ye Xia would bite her blood vessels and let the blood burst.

But he is still soft-hearted, he is like this, he is strong enough, but he is restrained and soft, never aggressive, he is wrapped in a warm mist, hazy, beautiful, and lingering.

Meeting Ye Xia was already a lucky enough thing in Xi Shuang's life, having him, what a distant dream.

Xi Shuang always doesn't think about it, and if she doesn't think about it, she can make her unwillingness and loneliness less.

The brighter Ye Xia is, the more she burns like a torch, the more humble Xi Shuang will be.

Yes, humble, Ye Xia is on thin ice emotionally, and is careful not to disturb the butterfly Xishuang, but the truly humble person is Xishuang, not emotional humbleness, but rational discord.She is struggling, trying to find a balance for herself.

But she couldn't find it. Ye Xia's appearance had turned her heart upside down.Her life, rather than being peaceful and indifferent, is actually more like a pool of stagnant water.

In the dark, calm ancient well, the wind cannot reach this corner, so there will be no ripples. Under the water surface, there is only silence. Under the silence, the time that passed away in the first half of her life may be buried, and the emotions she put into it , and some rotten, unseen ideals.

Ye Xia was like a small stone thrown into the ancient well, splashing water, ripples rippling on the water surface, lap after lap, making Xi Shuang open his eyes in silence.

In fact, the internship Shuang is dark, and her selfishness is also engraved in her bones.

She is not a smart child. When she was in elementary school, she couldn't understand the math problems. She racked her brains and felt at a loss. There was no one around her to guide her. She sat in a small room, crouching on a mottled old wooden table. In front of him is a group photo of his parents.

If they were here, she could take those difficult questions and ask her omnipotent parents, but... she has no parents, and they left her.

She is proud at the same time, extreme conceit and low self-esteem are both intertwined with her.

She would ask the teacher, and the teacher would explain it clearly to her over and over again. When she got the answer and ideas, she was both proud and disgusted with her own stupidity.

It would be great if she was a little smarter. After she went to high school, she felt so again.

In this way, she doesn't have to bury her head in her studies when other students are playing, and she doesn't have to hold on to the exercises on weekends.

She is a top student, but she is not smart, she is just persistent and hardworking enough.

In high school, she actually had no friends, because she never gave tutoring to those classmates who came to ask her ideas for solving problems. She thought it was a waste of time.

You see, at that time, she was a child who was extremely selfish and rational rather than emotional.

Out of society, she became even more indifferent.Xishuang, Xishuang, the existence that landed in the early morning, the person who will melt when the sun shines on it.

Ye Xia would actually feel her warm, he is really a fool.

Wasn't the initial concern that Xi Shuang wanted vested interests?
Could it be that Ye Xia forgot how she asked him for a reward?

If it's just because she appeared when he was at his worst, then it would be fine to change that person to anyone, even if Tang Ying followed him all the way, would he re-examine Tang Ying and fall in love with her again?

After all, they are people in the same world, on the same level.

Xi Shuang thought about it, then closed her eyes, the roar of the long-distance bus echoed in her ears, and the sound of the engine seemed abrupt and strange in this deep mountain.

Outside the car window, there are the sounds of trees breathing, growing, and decaying. Inside the car, there is a dull life, invariable, numb, and stuck in the standard.

Xi Shuang fell asleep in such an environment. In her dream, she was not stable. Everything from her childhood came one after another, like a dark wall, blocking her. She ran along the wall, trying to bypass it, Find an exit.

But until she was exhausted from running in her dream, she couldn't find the exit.

Just when she gave up and crouched in a corner, someone called her name, the voice was clear, with the breath of spring rain, like a god.

"I'm here..." he said.

Xi Shuang turned her head, the wall disappeared, and standing behind her was Ye Xia.

She wanted to get close to him, but her whole body was like a weight of lead, and she couldn't move, so she could only squat on the spot, twist her neck stiffly, and look at him.

He kept calling her name, calling her over, over to him.

She couldn't pass, but Ye Xia burst into tears and retreated step by step. She couldn't see his face clearly, but she heard him say: "I hate you, I hate you so much..."