Chapter 3640

When they found him, they looked at him strangely, like a monster.

And until the end, the boy also seemed to watch a play, the reaction was dull, as if he had never known them, and his eyes were dark and cold.

No one knows,

How disgusting he was.

"Why don't you talk!" that scene overlapped with the people in front of him, making Chu Xu have a desire to retch. The corners of his eyes were red, and his fingers holding the dyed white collar were shaking. The rain blurred his vision, and even the other party's eyebrows and eyes were gradually unable to see clearly. On this rainy day, he shouted hoarse with a crazy and sharp attitude, from light to heavy and cruel: "Can you get away from me? Can you stop appearing in my eyes! I'm really annoyed!"

He lost control at the edge of extreme rage, and all his reason was completely stretched in the fuse this time.

He is venting his anger.

He knows.

But he couldn't control it.

The person in front of you,

He is Chu xiumao's son.

This reminded him all the time and filled every nerve endings.

"Do you think so?" dyed white pupils are dark black, which can suck people in and reflect Chu Xu's eyebrows. His voice is flat and low. He can't hear any emotion from his tone.

The sky was filled with gray color. There was no one around. It was empty and lonely. There was only the sound of rain. The heavy rain hit the two people. They were drenched all over, and the cold was filled in the air.

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

"Yes." that kind of eyes made Chu Xu stagnate for a moment without reason, but it was only a moment. He laughed at himself, answered innocently, and mocked softly in the ending, "I think so."

"That's right." dyed white pressed her stomach with one hand, and her fingertips were white, but her eyebrows and eyes were cold and lustless. Her voice had no temperature. She spit out two words for herself, like indifference or indifference.

The young man made an effort to get rid of Chu Xu's hand and stood up. He was still calm and calm. His thin lips were light and cold. He didn't care about the umbrella that fell aside. He looked at people condescending, and his voice was indifferent: "Chu Xu."

His plain assertion states a fact: "you are too naive."

Chu Xu pulled his lower lip, but said nothing. He was bored and weak. His dark broken hair covered his eyes, decadent and cold. His eyes were dark, red and fragmented.

The long street was silent.

There's only one left.

People's joys and sorrows are different.

They are cold and depressed, carry everything silently on their shoulders, whether joy or sorrow, hope or despair, always keep a distorted calm in the deep silence, and look on coldly.

He was too calm and quiet, so he could never understand the young man's mind, and could not see the anger and excitement that Chu Xu could not solve any problems.

What Chu Xu did in his eyes can only be called a childish sentence.

But Chu Xu was different. He flowed on the surface and was deeper than the surface. All the thorns were sharp and upright outside, happy, angry, proud and reckless. He was frivolous and had no scruples.

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

What you like, what you hate.

It was easy and arbitrary for him.

The other man, however, was deep-seated, introverted and good at hiding. He never peeped out any happiness or anger from him, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

The two of them are naturally contradictory. The two extreme points collide and are incompatible with each other.

The night was very dark, the sky was dark gray, like sprinkled with ink, and the rain continued.

When Chu Xu returned, it was already more than 11 p.m. he was soaked, the rain dripped along the tip of his hair, and the earrings were pure black and cold.

Jing Wei is still in the living room. What happened during the day is really too sudden. She doesn't know why Chu Xu reacted so much, but she can't make trouble with Chu Xu.

Chu xuneng is not sensible. She must be considerate so that Chu xiumao will feel guilty for her.

"Xiaoxu, you're back." Jingwei was a little surprised after seeing Chu Xu. He got up in a hurry. Before he could say something sorry and caring, he saw the boy go straight upstairs.

A fierce spirit.

Somehow, Jing Wei subconsciously felt uneasy and hurried to follow up.

Then she saw that the teenager went to her room. Jing Wei was a little puzzled, and her bad hunch became stronger and stronger. She asked nervously, "what are you going to do?"

The closed door was kicked open with a bang, rough and heavy!

Jing Wei was startled by the sound.

Echoed in the corridor.

Then——

Jing Wei helplessly watched Chu Xu go in directly, with water dripping on his body. His expressionless face was very fierce and frightening.

"Bang --!" several loud noises.

With Jingwei screaming.

"Ah!" Jing Wei couldn't believe it. He stared in horror and was very angry: "Chu Xu!"

The chair was kicked over, the glass products on the dresser fell to the ground, and the sound of fragmentation sounded, harsh to the extreme.

The originator of all this stood there indifferently, fiercely threw all the things that could fall in the room, and then picked the lower lip to Jing Wei, with some careless arrogance. It happened that the color of the eyes was very light and dark. He said lightly, "are you satisfied?"

Jing Wei's makeup face was almost distorted, and she was trembling with anger. Looking at the messy scene in the room, she couldn't even say a word.

Chu Xu walked out of the room with a light smile. He just smiled like that. There was no temperature. On the contrary, it was a deep and violent oppression. When he passed by, his eyes were cold and fierce and went directly back to his room.

Jing Wei was left alone facing the mess in the room. Her body trembled and her Qi trembled. She couldn't believe that Chu Xu was so excessive.

Into complete darkness.

No one can see the embarrassment.

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

Chu Xu leaned against the chair, motionless for a long time, completely frozen there, looking at the empty bookshelf, his eyes were red, his left hand repeatedly clenched and loosened like self abuse, and his knuckles stretched out a terrible pallor and trembled slightly.

When Chu xiumao came back, he knew about it, but he was rarely silent and said nothing.

For so many hours a night, who knows who is losing sleep in a strange place.

The next day was the weekend. Chu Xu didn't come down once a day until dusk.

Chu xiumao thought for a long time before he went up and knocked at the door: "Chu Xu, you come out for dinner. It's been a day, and if you're angry, you should eliminate it."

There was no sound response.

It's quiet.

Chu xiumao tried to open the door directly, but found that the door was locked from the inside.

He said a few words in a calm voice, but they were useless and had no key to Chu Xu's room. At last, he had to go.