"It's too late..." Su Zhetuo sat in the wheelchair with a dejected expression. He turned the wheelchair to the window. The wind from outside blew in. It seemed that he could only feel everything outside in this way. There was no color, no light, and he
Is my heart also getting dark?
Xiang Qinglan peeled an apple and handed it to Su Zhetuo's hand. Su Zhetuo took the apple and put it under his nose. I smelled it. It was very fragrant. His lips were slightly raised, and his cold face was gone.
, extraordinarily gentle.
"Can you give me the knife?" Su Zhetuo stretched out his hand, while Xiang Qinglan held the knife in his hand tightly, but she didn't know what he wanted the knife for.
"Give it to me, I don't want to commit suicide," he said with rare humor, blinked at Qinglan in confusion, and carefully placed the fruit knife in his hand, but her eyes
But she stared closely at the fruit knife in his hand, fearing that he would accidentally hurt her hand. After all, this knife is very sharp.
Su Zhetuo held the fruit knife awkwardly and lost his light. Only then did he realize what kind of torture it was to not be able to see anything clearly.
He put the cooked apple in his hand, measured it with his hand, and then carefully placed it in the middle with a knife. He slowly applied force, and soon, the apple was divided into two.
He doesn't need to do things, but now, he can't see anything, and an apple has already taken up more than ten minutes of his time.
Putting down the fruit knife, he picked up half of the apple and said, "Here you go," he stretched out his hand and placed it in front of Xiang Qingjian, while Xiang Qinglan stared at the apple in his hand without moving for a long time.
"Eat it, it's good for your throat," he said meaningfully, and he held the other half of the apple in his hand hard, wondering if he could still eat it.
His hand stretched out for a long time, but Xiang Qinglan never moved. She just stared at the half of the apple, seeming to be thinking and hesitating. Finally, she finally took the apple in his hand.
written in the palm of his hand.
"Thanks."
Standing up, she bit into the apple. It tasted sweet and delicious.
It's just good for the throat, he must be lying. She just knows that rock sugar pears are good for the throat, but she doesn't like eating them because they are too sweet.
Su Zhetuo ate the other half of the apple. The feeling of sharing with others was something he had never experienced before. He used to just like to plunder. He always felt that there was a reason for what others did to him, but he didn't know that sometimes,
But you need to respond, exchange sincerity for sincerity, otherwise, who would be willing to give you sincerity, no matter how much heart you have, it will be ruthlessly crushed.
He slowly raised the corners of his lips, but when the fruity aroma reached his mouth, it was filled with a bitter taste.
Xiang Qinglan pushed Su Zhetuo outside. Today was the first time he came out since his injury. He had not been in the sun for a long time. The moment he came out, he was not used to it and covered his eyes with his hands. It turned out that
, the darkness will become accustomed to it, and the sunlight will also become very dazzling. But, suddenly, he understood something again, and put down the hand on his eyes. He opened his eyes wide, and he could only feel it, but it was already
Can't see it anymore.
Just a blind man, how can he be afraid of the sun, because he can't see anymore.
Su Zhetuo put his hands on his legs. If it hadn't been for her suggestion, maybe he would have stayed in that corner all the time. She said it was good for his health, so he would come out. As long as she said
Yes, he was willing. Her fingers would often touch his palms. The strokes of her fingers would make his heart tighten and then loosen. The distance between tightening and loosening was like heaven.
distance from hell.
The weather seemed to be very good, but he couldn't see it.
As for the reason why she lost her voice, he didn't want to ask and didn't dare to ask.
Xiang Qinglan pushed the wheelchair. When he looked up, he saw a very transparent blue sky with a few white clouds floating from time to time. It was clean and dust-free. It was as soft as cotton candy and very beautiful.
"Is the weather good today?" Su Zhetuo felt the warm sunshine shining on him. The late autumn sunshine was extraordinarily warm. However, looking at the weather like this, maybe it would suddenly become cold soon.
Winter is coming soon, and he won't be able to see the snow this year, maybe never in his lifetime.
"Isn't it beautiful outside?" Su Zhetuo opened his thin lips and kept asking, with an indescribable yearning in his voice. Only after losing the light did he realize what kind of happiness it is to live under the light.
.
Xiang Qinglan knelt down in front of him, but because of the expectation and yearning in his words, his eyes became slightly wet. He was such a proud person before, but now he is asking others, is it beautiful outside?
?
Is it beautiful? It is beautiful, but it is also an ordinary scenery. However, this man cannot see even ordinary fallen leaves.
Holding his hand, she wrote in his hand, "Well, it's very beautiful. The sky is blue and ruby-colored, and the white clouds are white and snow-white. It's autumn, so all the fallen leaves are in bloom,"
Describing everything outside to him one by one, she picked up a leaf from the ground and put it in his palm. There was a faint smile on Su Zhetuo's lips, which he could see before, so
, you can imagine what kind of scenery it is.
He didn't pay attention to it before, just because it was too common, and it would happen in the first four seasons of reincarnation, but now, he can only recall everything he saw before and imagine the scenery around him now.
My fingers gently caressed the fallen leaves in my hands. The veins of the leaves were somewhat dry and astringent due to loss of moisture.
"The leaves are yellow," Su Zhetuo murmured to himself, but stretched out his hand and held Xiang Qinglan's hand tightly, "Can you tell me more about the outside world? Tell me more, I want to know
," There is always a very light smile on his lips. Although it is very light, it is very relaxed. Apart from his identity as the president of the Su family, in fact, he can also live a very casual and simple life, but this
The price behind such a casual act was indeed too great. It was so great that it took all his strength to prevent himself from falling.
Xiang Qinglan shook her hand and put his hand on his leg, "The leaves are still green, but they will turn yellow soon, because it is the same in every season," she said in his
I wrote in my hand, writing very slowly, for fear that he wouldn't be able to feel it.
Su Zhetuo kept holding the leaf in her left hand, carefully identifying what she had written. Her eyes could no longer see it, but her feelings became clearer.