Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

Before this, Wang Xingyi had never thought that one day, someone's soft and gentle words would become deafening when they enter his ears.

For a moment, the world was so quiet that it seemed to stop for Han Feng's shy blessing.

He turned his head to look at Han Feng. Just like when they first met, he lowered his head and didn't dare to look him in the eye.

"I received the chocolate you gave me, but I just found out this morning that today is Valentine's Day, so I haven't had time to prepare anything for you."

"No need! Xingyi, you have helped me a lot..."

Han Feng raised his head in panic, and Wang Xingyi leaned over and gently kissed his cheek.

The soft touch was like a white feather falling on the skin, melting all the lust that Han Feng had built up with a solid wall of steel.

He stared at Wang Xingyi's slightly protruding throat, imagining that if they were the only ones left in the world, he would grab the back of his neck and bite it without hesitation, leaving a mark that belonged to him, Han Feng.

"Xing Yi!"

Han Feng leaned back suddenly, still gasping for breath.

"what are you doing?"

Wang Xingyi smiled and said cheerfully, "A return gift of chocolate."

Han Feng looked around to make sure no one noticed them, and said tremblingly: "Don't, don't tease me."

"I'm not kidding you." Wang Xingyi sat upright, looking at the sparkling lake, and responded calmly: "I like you, too."

Han Feng looked at him in surprise, and Wang Xingyi said, "But don't expect too much. It's true that I like you, but we can't be together now. As for the reason, I don't need to say more, right?"

"So, when can we do that?"

Wang Xingyi chuckled: "Are you anxious?"

"No, no hurry..." Han Feng shook his head and decided to follow his heart: "A little, but I am willing to wait."

"You're willing to take five or six years? That's a long time."

"Yes! As long as we can meet often."

"If you see each other often, you can only apply to a local university."

After all, there is still a long time before his college entrance examination.

"The local university is good, I am willing to do that."

Seeing Han Feng talking to him with a face as shy as a tomato, Wang Xingyi deliberately teased him: "You keep saying yes, are you going to marry me?"

"if."

Han Feng raised his head, his eyes were misty and flashing with a faint and moving light.

"If the object is Xingyi, I am willing."

Recalling the time when they had tacit understanding in their youth, they were happy to have each other's company, even if it was just delivering a meal or explaining a problem to each other.

Until one day in the second semester of Wang Xingyi's second year of junior high school, his father knocked on his door.

His eyes fell on the desk, and Uncle Wang picked up the top report card and flipped it open: "How are you doing recently?"

His father would ask him the same repetitive questions every few days, as if he didn't live in the Bai family and they didn't see each other often.

"Fortunately, I can consistently rank in the top five in all exams."

Uncle Wang nodded calmly and said, "Madam's efforts have not been in vain. When you have time, don't always think about dragging the young master out to play. Take the initiative to pour a cup of tea for the gentleman and the lady. People should be grateful, understand?"

The temperature in the room, which was originally well heated, suddenly dropped. Wang Xingyi stood there stiffly, and replied expressionlessly: "I said that a long time ago."

"Oh?" Uncle Wang turned around. "Who? It can't be the young master."

"It's ma'am."

"What about sir?"

"My husband is very busy on weekdays and he hardly cares about trivial matters at home, so I..."

"That means you didn't say anything." Uncle Wang retorted, "Forget it. As for you, I'm already surprised that you thanked my wife."

Not knowing what to answer, Wang Xingyi fell into endless silence.

Just be like usual.

After his father had finished saying everything he wanted to say to him, he would leave.

"High school, have you thought about which one to go to?"

The topic was unexpected, and Wang Xingyi looked up blankly.

"not decided?"

"No," he said, "I want to take an experimental test."

"A prestigious school." Uncle Wang said calmly, "It's a good idea, but I have other plans."

"What's the plan?"

"Madduffi High School."

"What?" He had never heard of that.

But the only thing that is certain is that this school is not in Yue'an.

"In Massachusetts, USA. I have already sent the application materials for the school. Until the results come out, you will go to class here every night after school."

Wang Xingyi reached out and took the business card he handed over.

"TOEFL?"

"One of the preparations before going to the United States. Remember, not everyone there speaks Chinese. If you don't want to be lost after landing, you should cooperate with the teacher with all your strength."

The door behind him turned, and Wang Xingyi turned around abruptly and asked, "Can I not go? I want to stay in Yue'an."

Uncle Wang just looked at him quietly with an expressionless face until he gave up.

"How long?"

“Shortest college graduation.”

As soon as the words were spoken, the door closed.

Wang Xingyi stood alone in the middle of the bedroom, feeling extremely sad.

The next day at noon, after not sleeping the whole night, he asked Han Feng to meet him at a nearby restaurant.

Seeing his haggard face, Han Feng's heart sank.

He hurried to Wang Xingyi's side and asked anxiously, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Wang Xingyi raised his head in frustration and stared at Han Feng without saying a word.

"Why are you looking at me? What happened? Tell me! Are you trying to drive me crazy?"

"Two things."

"You said."

"First, from today on, you don't have to come to the Bai family to tutor me anymore. Second, ..."

Wang Xingyi pursed his lips with difficulty.

"I, I need to be away for a while."

"Leave?" Fear spread, and Han Feng's voice changed. "Where to?"

"Study abroad in the United States."

"Study abroad?"

"Ah."

Han Feng was stunned for a moment, and murmured: "That means, in four years, you will leave Yue'an."

"Do not."

"Ok?"

"It's not four years, it's four months."

"W-what?" Han Feng couldn't believe his ears, "But you haven't graduated in four months."

"I won't be taking the high school entrance exam, and I need to do a lot of preparation there, so I'll go a little earlier."

"When are you coming back?"

Same problem.

Wang Xingyi closed his eyes in pain, was silent for a moment, and said, "The fastest it will take is eight years."

"Eight years..." Han Feng's tears burst out.

Wang Xingyi frowned with heartache.

Only 16 hours had passed since he learned the news, and he had thought of so many ways to stay.

He even thought that if he left the Bai family and disappeared, getting rid of his father's control, he could get to know Han Feng somewhere in China and stay together to go through the ups and downs of life.

However, there are still a hundred days before Han Feng takes the college entrance examination.

He did not allow himself to be distracted at this critical juncture and become a stumbling block to his bright future.

"It's okay!" Wiping away his tears, Han Feng held his cold hand and said, "It's okay, Xingyi! We don't have to separate!"

Wang Xingyi looked at Han Feng in disbelief. In any case, he never thought that he would have a way to solve the problem of separation.

"I did very well in the last mock exam and got a good ranking in the city. I can apply to a university in the United States and go to the same city as you."