MTL - His Marriage Partner is Scheming-Chapter 37

The coin in his hand.

It took Chi Xueyan several seconds to remember the metaphor he casually said four months ago.

That night, in the game console full of unknown stories, he put four coins one by one, and four lives flowed from it, which made him understand the complex relationship between the He family that is difficult to conclude with simple right or wrong .

Pragmatic idealists, naive artists, happy fools, and bigots who lost their mother and went all the way into the dark.

After listening to these four stories, Chi Xueyan realized that what he wanted to know more was the fifth story that happened outside the novel.

What kind of life did the mysterious book walker He Qiao who was sitting beside him at this moment lead?

Couples should know each other and everything about each other.

Even if he has never experienced love, he is naturally aware of this common sense.

Because this is the instinctive desire to explore when the heartbeat comes, and no teaching is required.

It is a mutual exchange born of love.

It's a pity that He Qiao asked him about the origin of his hair color that night, but he didn't accept the fifth coin.

The days passed like water, until the same day four months later, the night of the 24th.

Same Perfect Summer, same soundproofed backseat.

Opposite season, opposite questioner.

In the strange coincidence of time and scene, would he still want to put this coin into the game console that finally opened again?

Chi Xueyan actually didn't know.

He just cleaned up his mood and reconstructed the youth that may have been lacking in it.

This is Chi Xueyan's way of getting along with himself, and he does not expect or need a response from others.

Under the appearance of revisiting his hometown on Christmas Eve to celebrate He Qiao's birthday, there is another layer of narrative buried, which is a secret that belongs to him alone.

For him, everything in life is fine now.

Good enough not to have to make any changes.

There is no need to forcefully smooth out the disappointment of being rejected.

Chi Xueyan gradually understood that he probably wouldn't drop this coin anymore.

After all, love is an adventure with an unknown ending, just like Su Yu is sincere to every girlfriend, but after a few years, love keeps burning and going out, lovers come and go, only patiently listen to his complaints Friends haven't changed.

Chi Xueyan liked getting along with He Qiao these days.

Not love, but it makes him feel relaxed and happy.

He doesn't care about the relationship of agreed marriage, because he has turned back to Chi Xueyan who doesn't want to date and prefers to be single. Married status is not an obstacle, but it is the most convenient excuse for rejecting others.

If He Qiao wants to have a real marriage with someone in the future, he will cooperate to clarify the relationship and is willing to divorce at any time.

Therefore, no matter from which point of view, there is no need to take unnecessary risks.

After getting along for a long time, he seemed to have been infected by He Qiao's meticulous rationality.

It's like He Qiao was forced to put on a completely different style of clothes.

Chi Xueyan thought so.

Since the words fell, the back seat of the car has been quiet for a long time, so quiet that there is only the sound of each other's breathing.

He didn't think about how to reject this late reply, but their eyes kept meeting.

Chi Xueyan felt that He Qiao should have been able to read the silent answer from his undisguised eyes long ago.

He decided to say something casually to break the closed silence of this winter night, and let this birthday, which had a very ordinary itinerary, end in ordinary and ordinary words.

For example, "You've given all the coins to the boss," or "There's a cake shop up ahead. I didn't prepare a birthday cake in advance. Do you want the driver to stop there?"

But the strange thing is that Chi Xueyan failed to say these words.

He kept looking into He Qiao's eyes, and didn't see any complicated waves, such as understanding, disappointment, or loneliness.

There is only a very pure waiting.

Waiting for him to answer that question, even if the answer is obvious.

The quietly intertwined gazes in the air gave Chi Xueyan an illusion.

It seemed that not only He Qiao, but also himself had been waiting for a long time.

Therefore, he suddenly and temporarily changed the words he was about to export.

His life was always full of unpredictable irrationality.

"If the story you prepared is boring enough." Chi Xueyan said abruptly, "I will use it up."

For the first time he wanted to hear the funny opposite.

— "That's a boring story, not as exciting as One Thousand and One Nights."

This was the excuse He Qiao used when rejecting him.

What if it's not an excuse, but a fact?

It was the only possible opening in the closed window, through which the wind might still blow.

Chi Xueyan's tone was very ordinary, casual and willful as always.

But the person who heard this sentence finally received a birthday gift belonging to tonight.

A coin dropped gently into a gaming machine.

"I'm not lying to you, it's indeed a boring story, and it can be told in just one sentence."

That's a short sentence.

Immediately afterwards, Chi Xueyan heard the same gentle voices from the people around him.

"I don't know my past."

The coin landed with a crisp and beautiful sound.

He exchanged the fifth coin for the simplest and most unusual answer.

Chi Xueyan always thought that He Qiao was just bringing unknown stories, but he never thought that he was the unknown itself.

So he doesn't have any stories about himself to tell.

He didn't seem to feel empty and lost because of this.

After He Qiao finished speaking, he still looked at him intently, there was no extra emotion in his eyes, only a faint worry that he would not believe him.

Looking at the familiar faces of the people around him, Chi Xueyan blinked suddenly, but did not respond immediately.

He tried to sort out his thoughts at the moment.

Assuming that everything He Qiao said is the truth in his eyes, then under the current conditions, the most logical inference is that he is not an outsider, but the "He Qiao" in the book, who just foresaw "" future".

But there are so many differences between two people with the same name and surname.

They have different personalities, different hobbies, different aptitudes, different life plans, and even different attitudes towards their elder brothers.

It's not a kind of calm and detachment that can be achieved by disguising.

Chi Xueyan didn't know where He Qiao came from, and He Qiao himself didn't know either.

It sounds absurd, but like every conversation in the past, regardless of whether it is true or not, Chi Xueyan still chose to believe what he said.

Therefore, he would no longer ask who He Qiao was, but only asked about trivial matters.

"Is today your own birthday?"

"yes."

"Why do you like watching the news?"

He Qiao's answer was the same as when he was in the Internet cafe: "Sometimes I think it looks good."

Only added a memory that happened somewhere.

"I've seen some news in this world, and it's all things that will happen in the future."

Details without coordinates constitute the only fragmentary memory he has.

Hobbies and personality are always unknown.

He Qiao finally confessed his true self to him, but he was still the mysterious book traveler.

It's as if nothing has changed, and it's as if nothing has changed.

Chi Xueyan found that he didn't have the kind of unacceptable mood that seemed more natural.

Almost without hesitation he accepted a story that was both dull and grotesque.

Perhaps it was because the name He Qiao was bound to the unknown in his heart a long time ago.

A life never sure, an unknown never sure.

Chi Xueyan was quiet for a moment, then the words suddenly jumped to a part that had nothing to do with He Qiao.

"In the book, how did I die?"

He had never asked this question before, and He Qiao didn't take the initiative to bring it up.

Even though Chi Xueyan sneered at her mother's enthusiasm for fortune-telling since she was a child, after accepting that the world is a novel, such a tragic ending that is almost prophetic always sounds unpleasant.

It's like living in a horror movie with a **** ending already written, and for the rest of your life, you have to beware of some kind of death omen that may suddenly appear.

Now, he suddenly wanted to know.

But just like his own background, He Qiao still failed to give a definite answer.

He looked into Chi Xueyan's eyes and said frankly: "I don't know the specific way, I just know it happened."

Hearing this, Chi Xueyan thought for a while, and tried to translate: "It's like writing a simple sentence in an inconspicuous corner of the novel, the villain died, but the cause of death was not written, and the person who did the good deeds was not even mentioned?"

He saw He Qiao nodded slightly.

Chi Xueyan laughed in surprise.

The person who wrote the story probably really liked this character, needlessly described the trivial details of him not wearing earrings, and was reluctant to spend pen and ink to describe the tragic ending he deserved.

At this point, there was only one question left for him to ask.

The night became more and more intense, and the glass windows of shops flashed outside the car window, covered with red and white snowflakes and Christmas hats, two completely different colors, but there was a kind of warmth that should have been.

He Qiao seriously answered every question from the people around him.

Every question in a flat tone made his heart jump with unspeakable joy.

Chi Xueyan believed what he said.

There is no questioning this story that does not sound like the truth.

His eyes were as bright as ever, without any confusion, bewilderment, or fear.

Before tonight, He Qiao had thought countless times that Chi Xueyan shouldn't be afraid to approach such an unknown person.

The unknown means fear in many people's minds, but not for him.

But this is a question that will take some time to confirm.

Even though He Qiao had a deep understanding of Chi Xueyan's character both in the novel and in the real world, he subconsciously wanted to be more cautious.

This is something you can't turn back if you take one wrong step.

Fortunately, there is still a long way to go.

There was only one thing left for him to confess before he could actually start trying to change their relationship.

And there is always a tacit understanding of unknown origin between them.

The moment He Qiao was about to speak, he heard Chi Xueyan's question as if he had already understood the answer: "Who did I tell the story behind that birthday photo?"

He then unloaded the secret he kept alone, and responded softly: "He Qiao."

The red-haired youth didn't look surprised, but laughed instead: "Well, I guessed it."

"The logic is finally complete." His tone seemed to be analyzing the plot of a detective novel. "With your usual outsider attitude, you shouldn't take the initiative to propose marriage with the future villain."

"Unless, you think it is necessary to do so, for example, He Qiao is not an insignificant supporting role, he has a special relationship with me."

This is classic reasoning logic, simple and effective.

"Besides, I don't think I would like Lu Siyi that much." Chi Xueyan added with some disgust, "He doesn't even like watching "SCALPEL"."

It's his private logic that together leads to the same answer.

He Qiao knew that Chi Xueyan had always been smart, much smarter than himself.

He let go of his concern for the plot of the original book earlier, distinguished the difference between the two worlds, and calmly faced every character in the book he met, including He Qiao who was no longer "He Qiao".

"I like He Qiao in the book, but you said that He Qiao is dead." Chi Xueyan continued to do the next reasoning question, "Is it because of me? Is he also the one who was hurt by the villain?"

"No, he's just unlucky."

He Qiao kept the same answer as before.

But I added a detail that happened in the book.

"You didn't hurt him, you treated him very well." He said, "Meeting you is the luckiest thing for him."

No matter which world he is in, whether he says it or not, Chi Xueyan has always been very kind to the one he loves.

Finally, He Qiao said, "I'm sorry, I kept this matter from you before."

Chi Xueyan was quiet for a long time, not angry, nor accepted his apology, but spoke ramblingly.

"This time, you owe me a detail. It seems that you can't return it to me in return."

He Qiao understood what he meant.

On the night when the blind date ended, Chi Xueyan confirmed to him the authenticity of wearing a book in the hot pot restaurant, and he mentioned the photo as evidence, but he didn't expect it to mean a hidden love.

This was originally a secret that only Chi Xueyan knew.

A secret about love that has been settled over a long time.

He is a person with no background, and there is no trace of love in his incomplete memory.

But He Qiao thought, this might be the only thing that really surprised Chi Xueyan tonight.

He can exchange this love-related detail.

Because after coming to this world, there are many new memories in his life.

Chi Xueyan saw the people around him shaking his head.

He Qiao said, "When I lie, I will lower my head to avoid your gaze."

Chi Xueyan tried to recall, but couldn't remember anything. When talking, He Qiao always looked at him, such as tonight.

Seeing his surprised gaze, He Qiao first smiled, and then said softly, "I rarely lie in front of you."

Except for those subconscious hidden thoughts.

Only three times, he intentionally concealed important novel facts from Chi Xueyan.

The time when Chi Xueyan confirmed the birthday photo story to him, the time when he asked about "He Qiao"'s role in the book, and the time when he asked whether "Lu Siyi" didn't like him at all.

At first, he felt that the plot of the novel was a kind of fate hanging above his head, and he didn't want to be led by fate.

Now, he is aware of the growing difference between the two worlds, and from the beginning, he just followed the direction of his heart.

The same is true for the two protagonists, both of whom have embarked on a different path from the book, and the current life seems to be the trajectory they more agree with in their hearts.

So He Qiao no longer minds the entangled fate of "He Qiao" and "Chi Xueyan" in the original book.

The other He Qiao became taciturn with depressed pain, and the other Chi Xueyan didn't have black snowflake earrings, and he no longer worked as a dentist.

Very different from them.

But he still seems to mind, some traces left by "Chi Xueyan" in "Lu Siyi"'s later life may be a kind of heartbeat that the latter has not noticed until the story ends abruptly.

The authorities are in a maze.

Bystanders always see better.

He Qiao didn't want to tell Chi Xueyan about it.

It's a selfish concealment.

There should be a new story, he thought.

Different worlds, different people, different beginnings, different endings.

Passing through the lonely long street, at the end of the road, the car stopped slowly beside the warm-toned new house.

He Qiao got out of the car first, then turned around, and gently covered the top of the car door with his hand, lest people who got out of the car behind accidentally bump into it.

While waiting for Chi Xueyan to walk into the house together, he fully described the details of the exchange, like the most serious summary.

In the rainy night, he looked into his lover's eyes that were as bright as stars.

It was a cloudless Christmas Eve, and he had finally used up all the coins in his coat pocket, and his body was covered with light snowflakes.

"This has happened, and only I know it."

"Now, you can always confirm whether I am lying or not."