[69 Book Bar - www.] Of course, as smart as Ling Yansen, just as he hates his own over-smartness, he has already guessed that He Yi's long list of complicated and rubbish excuses are, at best, nothing more than mere speculation.
He quietly moved his feet, and put his two shiny Italian leather shoes together tightly, because he was afraid that if he didn't move them together, he might not be able to support the weight of grief and fall down.
He Yi's eyes are no longer black, there is only an ambition that will not give up until the goal is achieved, glowing with blood, like an animal, strange in the dark space.
"Ling Yansen, if you have some self-awareness and conscience, you should take some responsibility for your stupid behavior! Let me tell you straight, I did come to you for something. I never thought about it like this before... No, forget it
, I will tell the truth, I have thought this way before, but I know it is wrong, so I did not alarm you, but you have gone too far now. You have shortened Xiaohan's life of one month.
More than half! The damn heart you provided in his body can't survive fifteen days. You are his biological brother by blood. If my heart can do it, or his father's heart can do it, I won't come.
Please. You are in good health and you have a perfect heart. You...you should be obliged to..."
Ling Yansen was very loud and rude. When He Yi couldn't hold back what he wanted to say next, he laughed immorally.
It was like he was watching a black humorous drama in which he played a supporting role. Although in this drama, he was a victim with no attachment value who was used to pave the way for other people's lives, he did not care about himself and felt sorry for himself.
I think it's so funny.
Because of He Yi's expression of being suffocated to death, he burst out into laughter, like the black and white and impermanent laughter in hell, and like the ghostly white silk, it wrapped tightly around He Yi's neck, causing it to
Her breathing became more and more rapid, and her face became more and more blue.
"Ms. He, I never knew you could stutter. As a wife of an official, stuttering is not a good sign. Ms. He, don't you think so?"
He Yi was provoked by him and gave up completely, "Ling Yansen, give your damn heart to me Xiaohan! I will be grateful to you forever! Not to mention that you are fully responsible for Xiaohan's situation today, but you can't escape the involvement! You
He is his biological brother, your heart is definitely suitable for him, and there will never be any rejection reaction! I don't care what you think, I am begging you as your mother, or I am begging you as a stranger, you
I don’t care what you think, I only know that my Xiaohan really can’t hold on any longer... Wuwu..."
"Ms. He, you should really restrain your viciousness, my damn heart? It's already dead. What's the use of putting it in your dear Xiaohan's body?"
"Ling Yansen! I'm not joking with you now! Although what I said does sound like a joke, I'm telling the truth! It doesn't matter what you think of me, I am shameless, skinless and boneless in front of you! All I want is me
Xiaohan is alive, as long as he is alive, nothing else matters!"
"It is truly a great maternal love that can be sung and cried. I have never known what maternal love is in my life. Thank you, Ms. He. Today you have taught me... what maternal love is."
He Yi was a little stunned. She felt that she must have been hallucinating, otherwise, she would not have heard a liter of sadness and despair from these words. She raised her eyes and realized that when Ling Yansen said these words, the face on his face was
Expressionless, the eyes that were torn apart by the light were cast into her panicked pupils like a ghost. Therefore, Ling Yansen's face could be clearly reflected in her pupils. It was definitely not a good-looking face.
, although he has perfect and exquisite facial features, but at this moment, it is really ugly and a bit unsightly, probably because of the expression that gradually appears on the outline of his face, which looks like he has been touched by Ling Chi.
Every bloody ravine is like a river. What flows is not water, only heartbreak.
He Yi still felt that she had made a mistake. How could a person like Ling Yansen look so heartbroken? He was like an annoying bronze statue. You couldn't even hurt him with a gun or a knife.
Ling Yansen also saw himself in He Yi's colorless pupils. Although her pupils were not a clear mirror, they were enough for him to see the mottled sadness on his face, as well as the sinful mist in his eyes.
He didn't cry.
Because he thought that crying in front of a woman like He Yi was undoubtedly slapping himself as he said before. How could he do something that would harm his face if he was so selfish?
So those liter after liter of waves that soon filled up and were about to overflow his eyes, he held his neck like that and forced them into the depths of his internal organs drop by drop.
His tears were salty, and his internal organs were devastated, so when something salty dripped onto the wound, severe pain would burst out. While he stood there as if nothing had happened, his body felt like intense calcined plaster.
In pain.
Finally, when he couldn't bear it anymore, even the tight leather shoes under his feet couldn't bear it, he turned around.
He only said one sentence.
These words will linger in this gloomy underground parking lot forever and ever like a wandering ghost.
Of course, if Ms. He Yi still has a little bit of poor conscience left, Ling Yansen's last words will be like the weird shadow on the rear window that always exists in the movie "Rear Window", and will exist eerily forever.
It entered the memory chip in her mind and popped up in her eardrums over and over again night after night.
"Ms. He, it's actually very simple to get my heart. You don't have to go around in so many circles and talk so much nonsense. Just find a gun, point it at my head, and bang it. With Ms. He's qualifications, she naturally knows that the heart
The most basic condition for donation is that the donor must be brain-dead. If you kill me, you can save your son. It only takes one shot to solve the problem. It is much more cost-effective than wasting your words, right?"
He Yi's throat was blocked, and she could only stare blankly at the thin and slender figure being gradually swallowed up by the large white beam of light pouring in from the parking lot entrance.
She always forgot or never remembered that the figure on the back had a name, and it was called her little son.
Ling Yansen’s last confession before going out to see Tianguang:
Ms. He, in fact, I have been killed by your gun a long time ago. Congratulations, you managed to kill me with just a few words and a lot of effort.
Besides, I won't invite you to my funeral. I don't know you well.