Chapter 1281: Chapter 1068: The Heartbroken_3
She stopped from time to time, tilting her head to examine the mountain of books, bursting into hearty laughter.
Perhaps He Xi was somewhat heartbroken.
He had finally lost his girlfriend Jiang Xue.
On the day Ol’ Kang went to the elementary school, their similar heights made He Xi feel like a dwarf.
The tutor was right.
No one was interested in He Xi’s research.
The tutor did indeed take a set and stuffed four hundred yuan into his hand before leaving without a word.
After his figure had gone far away, He Xi saw him shaking his head slightly and tossing the books into the trash bin by the road.
It was Liu Qing’s action that truly made He Xi realize:
The micro-continuum was indeed useless, not even worthy of being taken home as an ornament.
The sky seemed to have a sweat-stained passbook fluttering back and forth.
He Xi’s ears once again seemed to hear his mother’s words that day: “This is the money for the factory buying out mom’s twenty-seven years of work.”
He Xi gulped down some beer, grinning stupidly.
Twenty-seven years, three hundred and twenty-four months, nine thousand eight hundred and fifty-five days…
This was half of his mother’s life.
But a voice inside He Xi said, in this world the only one you don’t have to feel guilty about is your mother.
…
The mountain of books was still swaying in front of He Xi’s eyes.
Finally, one day.
Just as He Xi got home, his mother happily said that several sets of books had been sold, to xx Library.
Xia Qunfang spoke with pride, flaunting the banknotes in her hand.
Yet when He Xi went there, the librarian said that the catalogue did not have this set of books, and it was not to be found on the shelves for mathematics.
He Xi insisted it must be there, it must just have not been registered, asking the librarian to check again.
The librarian couldn’t argue and went to search the shelves again, and indeed found a set.
At that moment, He Xi felt as if he was going to faint. He breathed in the fragrance of the ink deeply, trembling hands tenderly passing over the surface of the books, as if caressing his own life, with large tear drops falling on the title page.
Why is this book placed in the literature section?
The librarian suddenly grabbed the book, flipping the cover open roughly, and then became angry: “This isn’t our book, there’s no stamp. Yes, it must have been that crazy woman who barged in yesterday looking for someone, sneaking it in.”
The librarian threw the book angrily onto the ground outside:
“I told you she was a lunatic, didn’t think we’d find out.”
He Xi was stunned.
He didn’t know how he had gotten back home, as if his whole person had fallen apart.
As soon as he stepped through the door.
Xia Qunfang, smiling from ear to ear, pointed to the steadily shrinking mountain of books: “Today the city library bought another two volumes, as did Shuguang Middle School, and Yu Ying Elementary School…”
He Xi’s spirit flickered for a moment.
It was as if his mind was about to explode.
…
Ol’ Kang had come back for a visit.
He Xi went to see him.
When discussing how to repay the debt, Ol’ Kang suddenly sneezed: “The air in Qin Continent is too terrible.”
While speaking.
Ol’ Kang pulled out a handkerchief to wipe his nose.
On the handkerchief was a clear river, with white snowflakes drifting in the sky.
…
“‘Ol’ Kang sneezed.’ He Xi’s friend Ol’ Mai scratched his head and said, ‘Then He Xi went insane. I don’t understand what happened exactly; I saw it just like that. It’s really strange.’
‘What happened next?’ Psychiatrist Liu Kuzhou looked expectantly at the babbling Ol’ Mai.
‘He Xi charged over and pinched Ol’ Kang’s nose, mumbling about you having to blow your nose. He also snatched Ol’ Kang’s handkerchief.’
Ol’ Mai smiled wryly, ‘After snatching it, he pressed his face against it, turning it over and over, kissing it.’
Ol’ Mai shook his head in disgust, ‘It was covered in slimy snot. After that, he stopped talking, didn’t say a single word. No matter what others did, he wouldn’t speak.’
The doctor said it would be difficult to treat.
Ol’ Mai told Xia Qunfang in a low voice.
But Xia Qunfang didn’t hear this sentence.
All her thoughts had already shifted to He Xi.
From the moment she laid eyes on He Xi, her gaze changed, becoming calm and resolute.
He Xi was right in front of her, her son right in front of her, which gave her an inexplicable sense of solidity.
Her mood was vastly different from just a few minutes ago.
He Xi had stopped talking, his lips tightly sealed, shutting off his interactions with the world, and he looked like he might never speak again.
But what does it matter?
He Xi couldn’t speak when he was born either.
In Xia Qunfang’s eyes, He Xi now was just like when he was a child, painfully obedient, painfully quiet.
…
He Xi had gone mad.
No one knew how he had become insane.
Perhaps it was because of that handkerchief, the final straw that broke the camel’s back.
Having read up to this point.
Chen Le felt a bit bewildered.
The story was down to its last two pages.
Yet Chen Le couldn’t begin to guess how the story would end.
Truly insane!?
Was it the protagonist He Xi who had gone mad, or was it the author Chu Kuang!?
Why write it like this?
No hope, no light, no twist!
He Xi had gambled his life, only to end in madness!
From the perspective of a science fiction author, Chen Le couldn’t understand!
No!
Even just as a reader, Chen Le couldn’t understand!
Such a tone of despair!
What was the meaning of a story like this?
Perhaps all the meaning would be revealed in the ending.
Chen Le’s fingers trembled involuntarily, flipping to the last two pages.
The next moment.
Suddenly.
Chen Le’s eyes bulged, his breathing became incredibly rapid!
He was wrapped in a tremendous shock, feeling a tingling in the depths of his scalp, goosebumps clamoring to emerge!
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