[69 Book Bar - www.] Not long after Qingwu walked out of the hospital, she was about to catch a taxi and rush to Jingshan Villa or Jiayu International.
Ling Yansen actually called.
She was confused and confused. She felt inexplicably awkward. Jiang Henhan had just asked her to find him, but she was at a loss as to what to do. He actually came to her door on his own initiative.
Of course, she wouldn't be stupid enough to explain this phenomenon by using heart-to-heart communication.
But the person speaking on the phone was not Ling Yansen, which frightened Qingwu. She knew that Ling Yansen must have been in a terrible mood recently, and she also knew that he was a dull man who only abused himself.
She was a little wary, "Who are you? Where is the owner of the phone?"
The administrator of the mausoleum had a constipated expression on his face. He looked back at his colleagues who were captured by Ling Yansen and beat him to the ground fiercely. He quickly got back in. They had to fight a big battle to get out of that state of depression.
It was not easy for the ghostly and gloomy man who entered the room to snatch his mobile phone.
This man stayed in front of the dug-out cemetery for three days and three nights, crying bitterly in front of the lacquered mahogany coffin. The management staff who patrolled the mountain at night heard the eerie crying and thought it was...
The cemetery is haunted!
Of course, this man was very agile, but he had not eaten or drank for three days and three nights, and had cried his eyes dry. No matter how powerful he was, several people came together to subdue him.
I just went up the mountain to see this man lying next to the coffin, with his back to them, hunched over. It was a mountain in the late autumn morning. It was probably very cold and he had a fever. He was shaking his body and fiddling with his body.
cell phone.
The administrator looked at it carefully and found that he had been tossing and turning for most of the day, that is, pressing a series of numbers repeatedly, hesitating for a long time, and dialing, but within two seconds, it was cut off. He was so happy.
There are also rules for cemetery management. This man is staying here like a homeless man. Not to mention that it is against the rules. There are people who come to visit the tomb every day to pay homage. How is it inappropriate for people to see him?
So the administrator had to take some tough measures, such as forcefully grabbing his phone and flipping through the call history. Almost the entire page was filled with Qingwu's number.
Naturally, they thought Qingwu was a family member or friend of this man who never left.
"I'm sorry, miss, your friend stayed in our cemetery for three days and nights. He refused to leave. He didn't eat or drink for three days. Now he has signs of fever and cold. Please come over quickly and find a way to save him.
He advised him to leave and seek medical treatment.”
"What?"
Qingwu couldn't believe it, but then she thought that this was Ling Yansen's weird style of doing things.
Sighing, she confirmed again that the truth in He Yi's mouth was a really big blow to him. Only when he felt that he couldn't bear it anymore and could no longer pretend, would he take off his disguise and become so depressed and depressed,
So desperate.
"Okay, I'll be there soon!"
After hanging up the phone, Qingwu hailed a taxi and hurried to the cemetery.
When she arrived at the cemetery, she was startled when she saw Ling Yansen's appearance. She almost made a sound in surprise, but she quickly covered her mouth, walked lightly, and walked over cautiously.
She almost didn't recognize him.
The face, which was whiter than the white-painted shelf on the top of the coffin, was as thin as if it had been shaved with a knife. The green and sluggish beard covered most of the cheeks. The eyes were still long and narrow.
It was so deep that it was suffused with a layer of black smoke that was bottomless. Even the light fog on the surface looked thick and complicated. My hair had not been washed for three days. It is natural to imagine that the strong short hair was all broken up.
The cocklebur has a sharp, prickly head. It is dressed in a black suit, which wraps around its long and thin body. It is too wide, and when the wind blows, the bottom is exposed, and it is as empty as being draped on a scarecrow.
He was lying on his side with his back to her, his cheek pressed against the brown soil. As Qingwu looked at it, it was hard to tell in a short time whether it was the brown color of the soil that depressed him, or his pale color that tainted the soil.
The yellow soil looks like dried stones.
It can no longer breed life and is dead.
My heart was gently held, and then my fingers were slowly tightened, giving me a faint feeling of pain.
She looked at his back, her eyes completely wet.
Finally, he sighed softly and walked over with heavy steps. While squatting down behind him, he clearly felt that his long and narrow back suddenly stiffened. Then he turned around, his eyes were blurry, as if he was paying attention to the black of ink.
The vast area, the edges of which could not be seen for a while, were hazy and smoke-smeared, unable to teach people to see clearly.
It seemed like he had been looking at her for a long time, his deep pupils turning slowly.
After a long while, the chapped thin lips that were no longer beautiful and enchanting gently pulled out a smile that was not a smile. His voice was hoarse just like his expression, with gravel in his mouth, which made people's eardrums vibrate.
He said softly, "Ah Wu, you are here."
Qing Wu didn't know whether he was more happy or disappointed when he said this. She thought that he originally wanted to say, Ah Wu, you are finally here. It seems that Jiang Henhan's condition has improved.
Stable, so you have time to appear in front of me.
"Jiang Henhan wants to see you. He is not in good condition. He will not last more than a month. He will continue to have a heart transplant." Qingwu just looked at him helplessly and hesitantly, her eyes were very messy, and she rubbed his sharpened outline over and over again.
, but his mind is very clear and his words are concise and to the point.
"Heart transplant? Too bad for him."
He raised his eyebrows, indifferently as if to say that the weather was not bad today. Qingwu closed her eyes, deliberately ignoring the hidden sadness, grievances, and deep sadness that floated through his dark pool-like eyes.
This sentence sounded like a sigh, but how could she not hear what was hidden in it? He was clearly blaming him. Although he didn't know who he was blaming, he didn't have multiple reactions to Jiang Henhan's condition.
Years of indifference have made him cold-blooded. It seems that people around him come and go, life and death have nothing to do with him. In fact, to put it more thoroughly, Qing Wu feels that even his own life and death, in his eyes,
It has nothing to do with him anymore.
Who is so unfortunate?
Qing Wu thought that Jiang Henhan lived a happier life than his younger brother in every aspect. Ayan... just being so indifferent made people feel like their hearts were being tightened or cut apart.
The pain of a piece of flesh.
This man has pain himself and feels pain to others. How much pain does he hide in his two hundred and six lonely bones? Why does Qingwu feel all over just by looking at him quietly like this?
Generalized pain.
"I'm sorry, Ayan, I know you are sad. The truth is a devastating blow to you. I don't know if you can heal the wound by spending your whole life. But life must go on, and we all have to learn from it.
Grow up and become tough, Ayan, you have always been a piece of iron, very hard, but I know that iron is only on the outside, but on the inside it is melted water. If you touch it less, it will spill all over the floor. That's how you are,
Everything is boring in your heart, and you have to solve everything by yourself. If you are so sad that you really can't bear it, you can tell me, or I can lend you a shoulder. Although my shoulders are small, and although our current relationship is very complicated,
But put all this aside. I don’t want you to be like this. What Henhan endures is physical pain, but what you endure is psychological pain. These two kinds of pain are immeasurable, but you are brothers after all. Henhan
He’s right, you shouldn’t blame him, and you’re right, you shouldn’t blame yourself. Do you understand?”
He looked at her blankly, as if he heard her, and as if he was deep in thought.
Qingwu didn't know what else to say. She understood that she was an outsider in everything she said now. Even though she was once the closest to him, close enough to blend into his soul, she was still an outsider now. She couldn't face him.
He felt the same way.
This is the tragedy of being human.
"Ayan, get up. The ground is very cold. You are already having a fever. Your body is too hot. Get up quickly with me. Go down the mountain to buy medicine, tidy yourself up, eat something, and then decide whether to go see Henhan. Okay.
?"
Qingwu pulled him and felt relieved that he didn't refuse.
Ling Yansen had no strength. Since Xu Suyun left, he had been kneeling in front of the coffin until the next afternoon, when he couldn't support himself anymore and fell down. From the next afternoon to now, he has been lying next to his elder brother, constantly hysterical.
He asked him why he was not from the Ling family. What he cared about about the Ling surname was not that the surname was so dominant, but that the Ling family had an eldest brother.
Ling Yansen suddenly smiled, and the backlight sprinkled plump white frost on half of his silhouette, making his smile look like the white corn hanging in the farmyard in the cold winter. It had withered and dried up and could only be used.
White corn used as firewood.
He leaned on Qingwu's thin shoulders, trusting her with all his weight. His voice was still very soft, so soft that Qingwu couldn't hear clearly.
He said, "Ah Wu, until now, I feel the pain from He Yi's slap every second. Isn't it strange? It was obviously three days ago, but I still feel pain. He Yi's
The slap was a real slap, and the place where she hit her still hurts, but my mother's indifference and sharpness were like virtual sticks that hit my whole body, and then my whole body hurt. Sometimes I wake up from nightmares
When I come here, I feel like I was beaten too hard by those sticks and I couldn’t help but wake up. These two women make me hurt everywhere. What should I do? Ah Wu, I think my way of death is probably to die of pain.
past."
Qingwu didn't move, she didn't dare to move at all. She couldn't see his expression, but she could really feel the misty nasal voice in his words. Then, her shoulders felt hot and moist, and she didn't know it was because of his deep feelings.
The outline of his face was bruised and burned by the wetness on his face.
His sadness entered her internal organs through the wetness, and she slowly began to feel pain.