Lan Yunsheng's eyes widened and he was speechless.
"blue……"
"I want to be alone for a while, and none of you should follow me." Silan interrupted Xu Ningmo lightly. He didn't want to hear anything at the moment, and he didn't want to see them again. He turned around and walked down the stairs step by step; his sight was gone.
Take another look at Xu Xiaozhe’s tombstone...
The fragrance of flowers and sadness were intertwined in the air. Her long hair was fluttering gently in the wind, and there was a stone in her heart. She felt so uncomfortable, as if she was suffocating.
Xu Xiaozhe's death will not just end like this. Qin Xin, you did it, you suffered five points of pain, and we suffered ten points of pain! You owe me two lives and a heart, how are you going to repay me?
Even taking your life is not enough, your life is mine in the first place.
Xu Ningmo followed her back with worried eyes. Needless to say, he knew what she wanted to do. He didn't expose or stop her because he knew that only in this way could she make herself feel better.
And as long as he can make her feel better, he can indulge her willfulness infinitely.
Lan Yunsheng couldn't bear to look at Silan's thin back anymore. She seemed to be so sad that she had no posture. She turned around, faced Xu Xiaozhe's tombstone, and bowed piously.
Is this the cruelty of God? Why can't she and Si Chen be let go? Why do these two people have to live in such pain... They seem to be dead in pain.
Si Lan opened the door, and the woman sitting on the sofa cast a calm gaze and said calmly: "You are finally here, he is inside."
Si Lan gave a soft "hmm" and walked towards the locked door in a mechanized manner. He had the key in his pocket. Before he reached the door, he heard the woman's voice coming again: "I heard, are you okay?
?" It's up to you.
The lonely back is particularly desolate, and the depressed figure is shrouded in a thin layer of light, making it particularly deserted.
"I'm fine." Silan spat out three words mechanically. He didn't know how many times he had said it. He said it to almost everyone. I'm fine, I'm fine. How could something happen to me? It's Xiaozhe who's fine.
Not me.
The woman bit her lip, wanting to say something, but seeing that her side face was numb, all the words were stuck in her throat. Any words of comfort at this moment were of no use to her...
Si Lan opened the door numbly, pushed the door open and walked in. Lan Sichen sat by the window, and the sunlight fell on his cold silhouette through the glass, casting a layer of golden light, but it still made people feel thin and lonely.
His posture was a little lonely, as if he had no desire or any hope.
When Lan Sichen felt someone walking in, he turned his head and looked sideways. When his calm phoenix eyes saw Si Lan, his eyes were filled with shock and almost surprise.
How could it be Si Lan? Why is she here?
Si Lan knew that he was curious, so he didn't say anything. His calm eyes were as deep as a dry well, and he couldn't see through them. Even if he dropped a stone, there wouldn't be any ripples. He walked to a chair aside and sat down. The muscles on his face seemed to be...
Stiff, without any expression, her eyes looked at him indifferently.
The two people looked at each other across the air. Si Lan's eyes were so calm. Although she was right in front of him, Lan Sichen felt that she was even further away from him and out of reach.
Lan Sichen slowly walked up to her and wanted to touch her. He had already raised his arm, and his skinny fingertips fell on her cheek, which was only 0.00001 millimeters away, but he still dared not touch her.
She was afraid that it would break if touched. She looked really haggard, as pale as paper, and so thin that a gust of wind could take her away.
The pain in his heart suddenly tightened. He didn't know what had happened to her, but just looking at her like this made him feel distressed. He was so distressed that he didn't know what to do. The strong desire was to hold her in his arms and let her lean against him, but
But he was afraid of being disgusted by her, afraid that his arms would disgust her...
The fingers were stiff in mid-air, trembling slightly. They were just a little short of each other, but they didn't know what to do.
"As..." The hoarse voice contained pain, and the distress and attachment in his eyes were undisguised. Just when his fingers finally had the courage to touch her cheek——
Si Lan slowly raised his head, looked down at him with calm gaze, and his dry lips trembled and collided: "Xiao Zhe is dead..."
Xiaozhe is dead...
Xiaozhe is dead...
Xiaozhe is dead...
Xiaozhe is dead...
Like a blow to the head, she had a severe headache. The hand that was about to touch her face suddenly dropped down and traced a lonely arc in mid-air. He looked at her with a deep gaze, filled with disbelief.
This is not true, she is lying to herself..
Xiaozhe, how could he die?
Si Lan looked at him, her heart aching to the point that she was numb and had no feeling at all. She had been dreaming these days, dreaming about Xiaozhe, dreaming about him being covered in blood, dreaming about him calling Daddy, Mom over and over again.
Mi...
"Do you know?" She spoke, her voice was weak and she was exhausted. She was as old as a dying person, so weak. "Qin Xin deliberately fell down the stairs and hit me, causing me to miscarry.
…”
Lan Sichen's eyes were shocked, his body was obviously stiff, his face was ashen, his eyes were fixed on Si Lan, and he wanted to speak, but there was a needle in his throat, and it was so painful that he couldn't say a word.
Silan thought he was immersed in his own world and said to himself: "She said it to me personally. I really hate her so much. I desperately used Haoyang to suppress Yuan Fei. I want to let her go."
She has nothing. Xiaozhe is sick, I will take care of him
He went to see a doctor, but was chased on the road, and he finally escaped with him... I thought Qin Xin hated me, but she took Xiao Zhe away in the hospital... She left Xiao Zhe alone on the mountain,
Xiaozhe fell down from the top of the mountain and died."
"Si Chen, Xiaozhe is dead."
Si Lan looked at him with calm eyes. Every word was like a knife cutting into Lan Sichen's heart. The tearing pain and the blood flowing from the invisible wound were tumbling and surging.
Si Chen, Xiaozhe is dead.
A simple sentence seemed to be the verdict read from the judge's mouth. Lan Sichen had been sentenced to death, and it was to be executed immediately.
Lan Sichen originally squatted in front of her, but his feet gave out and he knelt directly on the ground. The cold chill penetrated into his body from the floor, and the blood rolled back and forth in his body.
It seems to be the fate of reincarnation. No matter how hard you struggle, the outcome is already doomed.
"Lan Sichen, who are you? What have you done? You made two people who love you hate you to the core. You let the woman you love kill two children. Lan Sichen,
Tell me, what are you doing?"
Silan was almost hysterical, shouting at the top of her lungs. She could no longer hold back the suppressed emotions in her heart. The death of her child, the death of Xiaozhe, the sorrow had already killed her.
Lan Sichen did not speak, but looked at Si Lan with sad eyes, having lost the ability to speak.
When Silan asked him, he kept asking himself in his heart.
Lan Sichen, what are you doing to make two women who love you hate you to the bone? You let your two children die!
——What on earth are you doing?
"Why?" The calm tone was full of sorrow, and the sadness that had been suppressed in my heart these days burst out in an instant, "Why is it not you who wants to die? Why is it not you who dies every time? How I wish that the person who wants to die can
It's you. Why wasn't you the one who died? Why if it was Xiaozhe, he was still so young and his future could have been so long and so good..."
It's all because of you. If it weren't for you, he wouldn't have died. It wasn't because you wanted to save Qin Xin, it wasn't because you wanted to provoke him. How could I know him, and how could Qin Xin use him to take revenge on us.
Lan Sichen's pupils became darker and darker, and a hint of disbelief quietly flashed through his eyes.
It turned out that she already hated herself, so much that she would rather die than herself.
But why was it not herself? If the person who died was herself, would she not be as sad and painful as she is now?
"I'm sorry..." The thin lips had been bitten with blood marks, and the strong smell of blood spread in the mouth. He stared at her with deep and sad eyes, full of guilt and apology. "I'm sorry..."
The corners of Silan's mouth curved up in a sour way. Seeing that the hand he raised was about to touch her cheek, she suddenly raised her hand and slapped his hand away, growling: "Don't touch me... don't dye it with you again."
Touch me with bloody hands."
The arms hung down stiffly, and Lan Sichen suppressed his sorrowful eyes. He lowered his head and did not dare to look at her expression. It was too painful... It was like being thrown into a swamp. The more he tried to struggle, the deeper he fell. In the end, he could only
There was nothing I could do. Tears flashed in the corners of my eyes, stubbornly refusing to fall.
My hands are stained with blood, and I owe so much that I can no longer repay it.
Xiaozhe, Daddy is sorry for you... I'm sorry for you...
Si Lan could no longer cry. He felt that his life was like a flower bud that had not yet bloomed, losing moisture and slowly withering. All his dreams had been shattered, and his only comfort was lost.
Faith is in ruins and an army is defeated.
"How I wish I didn't hate you, do you know how much courage it took me to ask Ning Mo to save me, but why? Why did I fall again because of you when I thought I could escape the torment of hatred?
Hell. Lan Sichen, what do I owe you? Why haven’t you let me go until now?"
What do I owe you? I hold my bloody heart in front of you and let you destroy it; why should I be entangled with hatred again and again because of you...
Do you know how painful it is for me to live...
Lan Sichen bit his lower lip, and blood slowly fell from the corner of his mouth. The taste of blood reminded people of death...
Looking up, there was a mist in front of my eyes, and I could vaguely see the pain in her eyes, which was so deep and heavy. She had been working very hard to survive and find salvation... Why did he drag her to hell?
Lan Sichen, don't you want to let her go? Why do you still make her suffer like this?
"Lan Sichen, I will not let go of the Lan family; I will destroy what you want to protect, I will destroy the Lan family, and I will destroy Qin Xin."
Shui's eyes tightened and turned scarlet, and every word was squeezed out from between her teeth.
Xiaozhe's death will not be in vain, and neither will that child's death...
Qin Xin, Lan Sichen, without you, there would be no Si Lan today... It is you who want to force me into this desperate situation. I have no way to retreat and there is no way to turn back.
When she stood up, she threw the painting in her hand into Lan Sichen's arms and strode out of the room.
Lan Sichen's embarrassed back was projected on the floor, a mass of darkness, the surrounding air was so cold, the hands hanging slumped on both sides of the body were tightly clenched, veins were looming, and the anger was involuntarily emanating. A feeling of heartache.
It almost strangled him, and this feeling of despair that was unable to escape drove him to death.
Xiaozhe, Xiaozhe, that cute, innocent, sensible, and distressing child was killed by himself, he was killed by himself...
Not only did he not make her feel better, he also made her more miserable...
"Lan Sichen, what have you done these years?"
The hoarse voice was looming, full of sadness and despair. The painful eyes slowly closed, and the tears from the corners of the eyes rolled down silently. The crystal clear teardrops shone with endless sadness and desolation.
Destiny has never favored anyone, nor has it been kind to anyone.
Silan strode to the door, and when he was about to open it and leave, he heard the woman's anxious voice: "Silan...actually he has suffered enough."
Si Lan did not look back, but his figure froze obviously. He tightened his grip on the cold metal hand and said coldly: "His pain is not one thousandth of mine."
——Bang.
The lonely figure disappeared into the living room, the door was slammed loudly, and almost the whole house was shaking... The woman was stunned for a few seconds, and heartache came over her. She didn't know whether it was the heartache Slan, or the heartache that curled up in a ball in the room.
man.
Their pain does not need words or expressions, others can feel it.
She stood there quietly, seeing the shadow trembling, but her tears couldn't help but fall...
Why, why are they still like this - painful.
Silan ran downstairs and stopped for a moment. He looked at Xu Ningmo who was standing in front of him. His eyes were red, but they were dry and painful. He couldn't cry. He couldn't shed a single tear. Standing there looking at him, he just felt
At this moment, it seemed as if there were hands holding his neck, suffocating him to the point of death.
Xu Ningmo stood up straight, and put his hands in his pockets. When he saw her, he took them out, walked towards her, opened his arms and hugged her. One hand was around the back of her neck, and the other was
He grabbed the back of her head and pressed her into his arms.
Her voice was gentle and gentle, "It's okay, I'm still with you. My blue, my blue..."
Silan's body was stiff in his arms, and his words floated into her heart like feathers. They did not cause any shocking waves, nor alleviated any pain and suffocation in her heart, but they made her see in the cold darkness.
A ray of light.
Her hands hesitantly hugged his waist, her lips moved several times, and it was difficult to find her voice: "Help me, Ning Mo... help me..."
Xu Ningmo's heart tightened, and depression flashed in her eyes. How painful must she be to say such words! He let go of her slightly, held her cheeks with both hands, and forced her to look at him, with a low voice.
Still gentle: "Look at me... Lan, look at me..."
Young Master: Sorry, I had something to do in the morning and I went out. I just came back in the afternoon and there is another update! Later!