NFBE Chapter 1413 Heart-to-heart talk
Chapter 1413 Heart-to-heart talk
"Brother Lu...you, you won't bother me anymore, right?"
There was a hint of hesitation and uneasiness between Xiaomei's words, as if she was a frightened deer, cautiously testing the waters.
Lu Feng stared at the screen of his mobile phone, feeling mixed emotions, not knowing what to do.
He grew up in a family lacking in warmth, and he was more indifferent to life and death than Fu Yanchen, as if it was the most common thing in the world.
However, at this moment, facing Xiaomei's sadness, he felt an unprecedented helplessness.
How should he reply to her? Lu Feng frowned, his mind full of thoughts, but he couldn't find a suitable word.
After holding it in for a long while, he clumsily typed out a few words: "I won't bother you. Just speak up. I know you must be feeling bad. Talk to me and I'll listen patiently."
Xiaomei seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw and asked quickly: "Can I call you? I want to find someone to complain to." Her voice was full of desire and expectation.
"Okay." Lu Feng replied with just two words, but it seemed to give Xiaomei endless courage.
The phone rang soon, and Lu Feng picked it up, but he could only hear Xiaomei's suppressed crying.
He didn't say anything, just listened quietly, as if the whole world was left with only Xiaomei's crying and his own breathing.
Lu Feng sat on the edge of the bed, holding the phone tightly in his hand, and Xiaomei's intermittent crying could be heard in his ears.
He didn't know what to say, he just accompanied her silently, giving Xiaomei the simplest comfort in this way.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and Lu Feng listened to Xiaomei crying for a long time.
When Xiaomei thought Lu Feng was fed up and was about to hang up, Lu Feng said foolishly: "Birth, aging, illness and death are human nature. Grandma passed away peacefully, you... accept my condolences."
Although his voice was not gentle, it carried an indescribable firmness and warmth, as if it was an invisible force that silently supported Xiaomei.
"Look, wasn't grandma very happy yesterday?"
Lu Feng's voice echoed in the empty room, carrying with it an indescribable sense of helplessness and deep emotion.
His tone seemed to be searching for a glimmer of vague comfort, but he was clearly aware that all this was just futile self-consolation.
Every word in the conversation is like the dead leaves falling in autumn, heavy and powerless.
When Xiaomei mentioned yesterday, her eyes instantly became moist. Her words were like a flood that burst the dam, pouring out with endless sorrow and nostalgia:
"Brother Lu, thank you so much for yesterday! You were able to take time out of your busy schedule to take grandma to see the sea, which means a lot to her. Did you know? Grandma has always had a wish, that is, to be able to see the magnificent sea with her own eyes during her lifetime."
When she said this, her voice was slightly choked, as if she was recalling every detail of her grandmother's life.
"Perhaps she felt that she had accomplished everything she wanted to do in her life, so she left so suddenly, without even having the chance to say goodbye to us. But I think she had no regrets, because she finally realized her wish."
Xiaomei's words showed both her deep longing for her grandmother and her sincere gratitude for Lu Feng's selfless companionship.
After hearing these words, Lu Feng felt as if his heart was being pressed down by an extremely heavy rock, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
It felt like countless ants were gnawing at his heart, causing him to feel indescribable pain and self-blame.
He couldn't help but secretly blame himself in his heart. Why was he so careless that he didn't notice his grandmother's unwell earlier?
Why did I insist on taking my grandma to the beach to enjoy the breeze in this changeable weather?
The more he thought about it, the more regretful he felt, and felt that he had really done something wrong.
If he had paid more attention to his grandmother's health and not gone to the beach, perhaps Grandma Xiaomei would not have gotten sick.
He was filled with remorse and mixed feelings, as if millions of ants were gnawing at his heart, making him feel miserable.
However, facing Xiaomei's grief, he didn't know how to express his self-blame and guilt, and could only silently endure the inner torment.
"Xiaomei, you... stop crying first, um..."
Lu Feng broke the silence, his voice was a little hoarse and weak.
"I... I'm really at a loss for words now. I don't know what to say to comfort you... I'm not very good at speaking like Fu Yanchen and Nan Yifeng. I don't know how to comfort people."
"But, I happen to have some free time now, and I also suffer from insomnia. How about this, we... go out for a drink together... What do you think..."
"drink wine,,, "
"Well, in the past, when I was in a bad mood or encountered something unpleasant, I would find a quiet bar to drink. Every time after drinking, my mood would become much better."
His words revealed a hint of helplessness and powerlessness, but it was the only way he could think of to temporarily relieve the pain in his heart. He used to be like this before, and then... he developed stomach problems from drinking so much.
Xiaomei suddenly froze in place as if she was cast under a spell. Her big, lively eyes lost their luster, and were replaced by a look of astonishment and disbelief.
"drink wine?"
She murmured, as if the word was so strange and distant to her.
In her memory, from childhood to adulthood, she has been carefully protected by her grandmother, like a precious little bird being cared for under her warm wings.
Her grandmother loved her meticulously, but at the same time she also had strict rules and restrictions.
Those things called "alcohol" were like demons in grandma's eyes, and she would never allow Xiaomei to have any contact with them.
However, at this moment, the grief in her heart surged like a tide. Her grandmother had left her. That only warm harbor and that loving face had become an eternal mark in her memory.
She felt bitter in her heart and just wanted to find a way to ease the pain a little.
The bar, the place full of mystery and bustle in her heart, her grandmother once said that it was not a place for a good girl to set foot in.
What's more, his grandmother had just passed away, and he had no regard for filial piety and rushed to a bar, a place full of bright lights, wine and women, which was really outrageous!
When Xiaomei thought of this, her heart was filled with guilt and self-blame. She felt that what she did was simply disrespectful and unfilial to her grandmother.
After a fierce ideological struggle, Xiaomei bit her lip, finally made up her mind, mustered up her courage, and said softly in a trembling voice: "Brother Lu, that..."
"what happened?"
"Um... I... I need to go out now. Can you... can you come to the hotel to meet me? And bring some wine."
After saying this, Xiaomei felt that the surrounding environment was particularly quiet. In the hotel room, there were only the occasional hum of the night wind outside the window, which seemed to be telling of endless sorrow.
Xiaomei sat on the edge of the bed, twisting the corners of her clothes tightly with her hands, her eyes revealing a bit of confusion and expectation.
She didn't know whether what she did was right or wrong, but at this moment, she just wanted to indulge herself once and forget the unforgettable pain.
When Lu Feng heard Xiaomei invite him to the hotel where she was staying, he was stunned and felt confused and hesitant.
After all, their friendship was not deep enough to allow them to go to each other's residence at will. This situation of a single man and a single woman in the same room made him wonder if it was appropriate to do so.
However, after a brief thought, a thought quickly flashed through Lu Feng's mind - the dead are greater.
Xiaomei has just lost a loved one, and must be in extreme grief and vulnerability at this moment.
As a friend, he felt it was his responsibility to comfort and accompany her.
Moreover, he has always had a good impression of Xiaomei. He believes that she is not the kind of woman with deep scheming. Anyone who can become friends with Xu Xiaoxiao and the others must not be the kind of person who would...
After inner struggle and weighing, Lu Feng finally decided to agree to Xiaomei's request.
Although he still felt a little uneasy, he told himself that it was just out of concern and support for his friend.
Lu Feng did not go out to buy wine. The wine cellar contained fine wines that he had collected over the years. He then turned around and walked into the dark and fragrant wine cellar.
The flickering candlelight shines on the carefully displayed bottles of foreign liquor, sparkling with an alluring luster.
He picked up a bottle casually, gently stroked the cold bottle with his fingertips, and had made a decision in his heart.
Carrying the bottle of wine, Lu Feng left the wine cellar and went straight to the hotel where Xiaomei was.
When I walked into the hotel room, I saw Xiaomei sitting on the edge of the bed. She looked a little haggard, but there was a hint of stubbornness in her eyes.
"Brother Lu is here."
Lu Feng smiled and gently raised the bottle in his hand, as if it contained not only wine, but also a magical power that could make people forget their troubles. His smile was like a spring breeze, warm and gentle, making people want to get closer.
"Come on, drink! I'll drink with you today." His voice was deep and magnetic, like a gentle breeze, blowing slowly past Xiaomei's ears. This voice seemed to have a magical power that could penetrate the haze in Xiaomei's heart and save her from worries and troubles.
Xiaomei stared at the wine bottle in Lu Feng's hand. The transparent bottle reflected a faint light, as if waving to her.
She hesitated for a moment, but finally reached out and took the bottle.
When the wine bottle touched Xiaomei's hand, she felt a hint of coolness, which spread through her fingertips and throughout her body.
She slowly raised the bottle to her lips, and a faint aroma of wine wafted into her nose, making her feel a little more relaxed.
Lu Feng looked at Xiaomei with a hint of concern in his eyes.
He knew that Xiaomei had a lot of worries in her heart, but he hoped that through this glass of wine, she could temporarily put everything aside and enjoy a moment of relaxation and happiness.
Hearing this, Xiaomei looked up at Lu Feng with a hint of smile in her eyes.
She glanced at the wine in her hand, not particularly paying attention to what it was, thinking that it was probably just an ordinary drink that could be found in the bar.
She casually reached out, took the wine glass, and then filled a glass for herself.
Under the light, the liquid in the glass appeared a light amber color and didn't look like anything special.
However, when she picked up the glass and drank the wine in it, a strong taste instantly burst out in her mouth.
The smell was completely different from what she had imagined. It was neither the common smell of beer nor the ordinary smell of liquor. Instead, it was a unique and complex smell that she had never tasted before.
She couldn't help but frowned, looking at the empty glass in her hand with some surprise, and muttered to herself: "What kind of wine is this? But it tastes really good."
Seeing this, Lu Feng's heart suddenly tightened and he thought to himself that something was wrong. He quickly reached out his hand, trying to stop her from drinking any more.
However, just as his hand was about to touch her glass, she suddenly raised her head and drank the last drop of wine in the glass.
Lu Feng's hand stopped in mid-air, and an expression of astonishment appeared on his face.
He stared at her empty cup with wide eyes, and for a moment he was a little at a loss.
Xiaomei picked up the glass without hesitation, raised her head and drank it all in one gulp. The strong liquor seemed to turn into a flame, burning down her throat.
He watched this scene with his own eyes, feeling extremely anxious. The words he originally wanted to say seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and he couldn't utter them at all.
He was not worried about the money, but about Xiaomei's health.
His eyes were fixed on Xiaomei, and he saw that her face turned slightly red, as if the alcohol was starting to take effect.
He couldn't help but worry, because all the wine in his house was foreign wine, which had a very high alcohol content. Most people would feel dizzy after a few sips, but Xiaomei drank it all in one gulp so generously. How could he not be worried?
He thought to himself that if Xiaomei continued to drink like this, she would probably lose consciousness soon, and there might even be other adverse consequences.
However, he was powerless at the moment and could only watch silently
"Xiaomei, are you okay?"
After Xiaomei finished drinking, her cheeks flushed slightly and her eyes sparkled with excitement.
She patted her forehead and said with a smile: "This wine is quite strong, another glass!"
Lu Feng shook his head helplessly and sighed inwardly, but he could only continue drinking with her.
The light in the room was soft and warm, illuminating the two people's smiling or sad faces, as if at this moment, all the worries were temporarily forgotten.
After drinking, Xiaomei started to talk more, "Brother Lu, uh, although, I have had a bad life since I was a child, my father doesn't love me, and my mother doesn't love me, but, I have my grandma, my grandma loves me the most, and, after I got out, I have..."