The Romance Of Mr. Walton

After dinner, Ye Wanluo pushed Huo Tingchi out for a walk.    

After the two of them left the lake, Wen Qing said in puzzlement, "It's so strange."    

"What's so strange about it?"    

"I clearly feel that the person Miss Ye likes is you, but when I saw her with you, Second Brother, I felt very natural. The relationship between them should also be quite good."    

Huo Tingshen looked away from her face and looked at the dark lake in the distance. He was silent.    

Wen Qing pouted. She felt that she might have said something wrong, so she did not say anything else.    

Even if the two of them did not speak, they would just sit here. It was like a painting.    

The people in the painting, listening to the chirping of cicadas and frogs, blowing the slightly hot summer wind...    

At this moment, in Wen Qing's mind, it became eternal.    

So many years later, when she thought of this scene, she felt that it was really very beautiful at that time.    

Ye Wanluo and Huo Tingchi came back more than half an hour later.    

Because she personally pushed Huo Tingchi, she went out for a walk. She was already covered in sweat.    

She asked Huo Tingshen and Wen Qing to help take care of Huo Tingchi. She went in to take a bath first.    

Huo Tingchi chatted with Huo Tingshen for a while. Seeing that Wen Qing did not speak, he asked, "Miss Wen, when do you plan on having a wedding with Tingshen?"    

"Ah?" Wen Qing was stunned for a moment. This... was too far away.    

Huo Tingshen smiled and said, "Our plan is this year, but if there are too many things this year, it might be postponed until next year."    

"I see. Then... should we meet our families? "By the way, I haven't asked what Miss Wen's parents do."    

Wen Qing slightly clenched her fist, "I..."    

She did not know how to answer.    

Huo Tingshen smiled, "Second Brother, Qing's mother is no longer here. So from now on, our family will not mention this."    

Huo Tingchi nodded. "Miss Wen, I'm sorry. I just asked what I shouldn't have asked."    

Wen Qing smiled. "It's okay. Second Master, you don't know."    

Huo Tingchi looked at the time. "It's late. Should we go back and rest?"    

Huo Tingshen stood up and pushed Huo Tingchi's wheelchair. He said to Wen Qing, "Go in and tell Ye Wanluo that I want to push Second Brother back and let her prepare."    

"Okay."    

Wen Qing entered the villa before him.    

When she arrived at the door of Huo Tingchi's room, she knocked on the door. No one responded.    

She pushed the door open and walked in.    

"Miss Ye."    

No one answered. Wen Qing was puzzled. Didn't Ye Wanluo say she was back to take a bath? Why was there no one in the room?    

She looked in the direction of the bathroom and hesitated for a moment. She walked over and said as she walked. "Miss Ye?"    

No one answered.    

She gently pushed open the bathroom door and looked inside.    

Behind the thin transparent white curtain, she could clearly see the huge white bath.    

The bathtub was full of water. A layer of red rose petals floated above it, like blood, red.    

On the edge of the bathtub, there was a red wine glass left with a mouthful of red wine.    

Ye Wanluo's wet hair fell down and she rested on the bathtub. Her eyes were tightly closed.    

Seeing this scene, Wen Qing's legs went soft and she staggered a step back.    

In that instant, the scene of that thunderstorm five years ago flashed in her mind.    

The bathtub was stained with blood and her lifeless mother. And the blood that flowed down the floor with the water...    

She covered her ears, closed her eyes, and crouched on her knees, screaming like a madman.    

"Ah... Ah..."    

Hearing this scream, Ye Wanluo, who was sleeping in the bathtub, was suddenly woken up.    

Seeing Wen Qing, she quickly got up from the bathtub, pulled over the bathrobe, put it on, and walked up.    

"Miss Wen, are you okay?"    

At this time, Huo Tingshen, who was already pushing Huo Tingchi into the living room, also heard Wen Qing's scream.    

He left Huo Tingchi and rushed to the room.    

When he walked to the bathroom door, he saw Wen Qing hugging her head tightly and squatting on the ground screaming.    

Ye Wanluo's wet hair hung down. She helplessly half-squatted by the side and called out, "Miss Wen.    

He went forward and half-hugged Wen Qing. He looked at Ye Wanluo and asked, "What's going on?"    

Ye Wanluo looked at him inexplicably and shook her head. "I don't know. I accidentally fell asleep in the bathtub just now and was woken up by Miss Wen's scream. When I opened my eyes, I saw this scene. Tingshen, I..."    

Huo Tingshen did not respond. He only lowered his head to look at Wen Qing who was screaming and pulled her into his arms.    

"It's okay, it's okay. I'm here."    

Seeing Huo Tingshen's care and gentleness for Wen Qing, Ye Wanluo felt as if someone had stabbed her in the heart. It was very painful.    

She envied Wen Qing as if she had gone mad.    

Wen Qing did not know what she was doing and did not even know that she was screaming.    

In her mind, the only things that she could remember were the bath full of blood, her mother's pale face, and the red wine glass that was rolling on the ground.    

The fear at that time seemed to have suddenly returned to her mind and fiercely hit her heart.    

She was very afraid, very afraid. Her entire body was trembling.    

Her scream attracted Huo Tingren upstairs.    

When Huo Tingren went downstairs, he saw Huo Tingchi struggling to turn the wheelchair to go back to his room. He pushed Huo Tingchi in with him.    

After entering the room, Huo Tingren saw what was going on and said urgently, "What's going on, Third Brother? What's going on?"    

Ye Wanluo got up and ran out in a bathrobe.    

She came to Huo Tingchi and half-squatted down with a face full of grievance. "I don't know. I just fell asleep in the bathtub. I was woken up by Miss Wen's scream. I don't know what happened. Really, I don't know."    

Huo Tingchi looked at him. He raised his hand and gently stroked her head. He patted her hand on his knee. "Don't worry. Tingshen will take care of it."    

Ye Wanluo closed her eyes and tears came out of her eyes.    

She was also scared.    

Huo Tingshen held Wen Qing's face with both hands and forced her to look at him.    

"Wen Qing, open your eyes and look at me."    

When Huo Tingshen's figure entered her eyes, the image in her mind was instantly shattered.    

She seemed to see a life-saving straw as she pounced forward and hugged him tightly.    

"Huo Tingshen..."    

Huo Tingshen felt her fear.    

He put one hand around her waist and the other behind her head on his shoulder. "It's okay."    

The room seemed to have fallen into silence all of a sudden.    

Huo Tingshen picked her up horizontally and said to Huo Tingchi and the others, "I'll take her back. You guys should rest early too."    

After saying that, he went upstairs first.    

He entered the room. He placed her on the bed.    

He sat on the edge of the bed and gently stroked her forehead. "Are you willing to tell me what happened?"    

Wen Qing looked at him and shook her head.    

Huo Tingshen stroked her hair. "Then... do you want me to go out and be alone for a while?"    

She still did not say anything.    

Huo Tingshen thought she had tacitly agreed, so he stood up.    

Just as he was about to go out, she reached out and pulled his sleeve tightly, not letting go.