si-mexico Chapter 142 A Passionate Eighteenth Year
Chapter 142 A Passionate Eighteenth Year
The driver took Ji Xingyi back to the Ji family's old residence. Old Master Ji had been attending meetings in Kyoto recently, and when the butler saw the boy's head was bleeding, he immediately called the family doctor.
The wound on his forehead wasn't deep, just a bit long. After the young family doctor finished treating it, he went to the bedroom door and whispered to the housekeeper.
"Has Young Master Ji been taking his medicine on time lately?"
"I...this...I don't know." The butler stammered. This young master had a capricious temper and was the old man's darling. All of them relied on this salary to support their families. If Ji Xingyi didn't want to eat, how could they dare to force him to eat!
The young doctor couldn't help but scold him: "Those minor injuries are nothing; what's important is his mental state! His illness is very serious. Don't underestimate depression; he has to take medication!"
As Ji Xing, who was lying in bed, looked up, he heard the words "take medicine." His face turned terribly gloomy, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the water glass next to the bed and angrily threw it away.
"I'm not sick!"
Seeing the strange looks from the people outside the door, Ji Xingyi could no longer bear it and frantically threw everything she could in the room away: "I won't take my medicine! I'm not sick!"
He did nothing wrong, so why is he the one who's sick?
I told you I'm not sick!
The boy closed the door, shutting out the world of light.
Curled up in the darkness, lost in solitude.
After an unknown amount of time, the phone screen suddenly lit up, its faint light piercing the darkness.
A glimmer of light finally appeared in the boy's empty eyes. He got up from the ground and rummaged through the mess to find his phone.
Upon seeing that it was merely an app advertisement, the boy's eyes dimmed again.
Tap the pinned chat icon with your fingertip.
Start entering information.
My fingertip hovered above the send button for a long time, unable to press it.
In the silent darkness, the boy, his eyes red, deleted the words one by one.
Because Ji Xingyi's injury was quite serious, the housekeeper, as usual, reported it to the old man in Kyoto, who then summoned Ji Wanzhi with a phone call.
The next day, Ji Wanzhi reluctantly arrived at the Ji family home and stayed at the old Ji family residence for a few days. She claimed to be taking care of her injured eldest son, but in reality, she disliked him so much that she never even entered Ji Xingyi's room.
Ji Xingyi stayed at home in a daze for three days.
He didn't want to go to school, didn't want to go out and see anyone; he just wanted to wait for Jiang Lin to come back, until Shen Wangshu arrived.
The boy began to hallucinate, seeing Jiang Lin's shadow in two completely different people.
"Go back to school as soon as you're healed, don't waste my time!" Ji Wanzhi sneered at the boy on the stairs before warmly welcoming the young teacher who had come for a home visit.
This summer is even hotter.
Ji Xingyi and Jiang Lin attended a private college with the best faculty in the area. The campus was very large, naturally resulting in many unused teaching buildings. Further northwest, there was a hidden warehouse filled with props used only during sports meets.
When Ji Xingyi didn't want to go to class, he would sneak here and lie down under the eaves of the warehouse to sleep.
A torrential downpour began in the afternoon, and along with the rain came an uninvited guest.
"Kouichi?"
The boy looked up and saw a young man in a white shirt walking towards him amidst the noisy rain.
"what are you doing here?"
Shen Wangshu's smile was very similar to Jiang Lin's, with a slight upturn at the corners of her mouth as she looked at him gently, making the young man feel as if Jiang Lin was walking towards him.
"I miss you." The boy blurted out involuntarily, but his mind cleared up in the blink of an eye.
He is not Jiang Lin.
"What did you say?" Shen Wangshu sat down next to the boy with a smile.
Ji Xingyi lowered her eyes: "What is Teacher Shen doing here?"
Perhaps because of Jiang Lin, the boy surprisingly did not feel any resistance to this young man who bore a slight resemblance to Jiang Lin.
"Me?" Shen Wangshu didn't shy away from the situation and took out a cigarette from her pocket in front of the boy: "Just looking for a place to smoke."
The boy looked surprised; this new Chinese teacher seemed a little different.
"I won't smoke here." Shen Wangshu smiled as she stood up, distancing herself from the boy, and walked to another corner of the eaves to smoke quietly.
For the next month, Ji Xingyi will encounter Shen Wangshu.
The two of them found themselves talking more and more.
It was another sweltering rainy day. For the first time, Shen Wangshu reached out and touched the boy's hair on his forehead: "Xingyi, have you lost weight?"
In a daze, Ji Xingyi saw Jiang Lin's shadow again.
Shen Wangshu's gaze lingered on the boy's fair skin, her voice slightly hoarse: "But he'd look even better if he were a little thinner."
"Beautiful?" Ji Xingyi felt a headache coming on, and Jiang Lin's face kept flashing across Shen Wangshu's face.
“Yes,” Shen Wangshu’s hand traced the boy’s hair down to the tip of his ear and then to the ends, her smile meaningful: “If his hair were a little longer, he would look even more like a girl.”
Ji Xingyi disliked being described as looking like a girl, nor did she like being told she was pretty. But then she heard Jiang Lin's voice, which kept repeating Shen Wangshu's words.
"Is she prettier than Yunlu?" the boy asked, almost as if possessed.
Shen Wangshu's fingertips landed on the boy's delicate neck without him noticing: "Of course, you are more beautiful than Yunlu."
In the intertwining of reality and illusion.
The boy couldn't help but ask, "So, do you like it?"
"Linlin, do you like this face?"
If I'm prettier than Yunlu, would you like me?
Shen Wangshu's smile froze, and she couldn't help but grab the boy's slender neck: "Who is Linlin!"
Ji Xingyi was jolted out of his hallucination, breathing heavily.
Shen Wangshu noticed the boy's unusual behavior and quickly let go of his hand, apologizing regretfully: "I'm sorry, Xingyi, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to!"
The boy curled up in pain, unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.
Time passed by in a daze, and the boy grew thinner, and just as Shen Wangshu had hoped, he became even more handsome.
Although the warehouse corridor was shaded by trees, the rising temperature made you sweat after a while.
Shen Wangshu watched as beads of sweat slid from the boy's temples down his neck and into the collar of his white school uniform, and couldn't help but swallow hard.
"Are you feeling unwell?" Shen Wangshu leaned close to the boy and asked in a low voice. He had already learned from the boy's mother that the boy suffered from depression and anxiety.
Seeing the boy keeping his head down and not answering, Shen Wangshu took out a cigarette from his pocket: "How about trying some adult ways to relieve stress?"
The boy looked up in confusion and saw Shen Wangshu light a cigarette next to his face.
The smell of nicotine instantly filled Kiyoshi's nasal cavity.
It was too pungent, and the boy shook his head in refusal.
"Try it, and you'll feel better right away," Shen Wangshu coaxed in a low voice, offering the boy a cigarette she had just taken a drag on.
The boy opened his mouth.
Shen Wangshu's gaze gradually deepened.
"Cough cough cough!" Ji Xingyi stood up uncomfortably, supporting himself on his knees as he coughed violently.
Shen Wangshu: "Don't be afraid, this is how it is the first time."
Amidst the swirling smoke, the boy hallucinated again, his gaze passing through the dense greenery, as if he saw Jiang Lin's shadow.
"Koichi? What's wrong?"
The boy's body moved uncontrollably toward the figure outside the warehouse, and Shen Wangshu's voice grew increasingly grating in his ears.
"where are you going?"
Is it another hallucination? The boy shook off the hand that was grabbing him.
Shen Wangshu: "Luckily!"
The boy could not hear any sound, and his pace quickened until he was running.
"Is that you, Linlin?"
Jiang Lin was slightly hurt by the boy's thin body bumping into him. He rubbed the back of the boy's head, then looked through the woods, squinting and sneering at the young man in the white shirt.