073: Countdown to the ending (13) 073: Countdown to the ending (13)
"I'm not afraid." Slan replied stiffly, leaning closer unnaturally.
As a result, as soon as he got closer, his back immediately fell into another body.
Lan Sichen pressed against her from behind, his lips gently kissing and sniffing her ear sockets and neck, his voice was seductive and low-pitched, "Stay so close to me, I will really eat you."
As he spoke, he hugged her hard, and her body pressed tightly against him. Her naked buttocks felt like a hard object, but her whole body was pressed so tightly against him.
The warm breath blew heavily into her ear sockets, tickling her ears. She felt as if her scalp was exploding, the skin at the base of her ears was dyed red, and the arteries in her neck were hopping, as if he had discovered it.
, seemed very dissatisfied, laughed muffledly, and kissed the artery on her neck with malicious intent.
One hand went down along her belly, stroking her softest and most sensitive skin. He gently pinched and closed it, and when his slightly rough fingers touched it, his fingerprints rubbed against the delicate skin, a unique touch.
, gentle and exciting, she trembled slightly the whole time.
A low gasp came from his throat, and he pulled her head over, lowered his head and kissed her.
As a result, after taking this bath, the cold war and estrangement between the two of them seemed to have disappeared all of a sudden. When dinner started, the sky outside the window was completely dark, and the glazed lamp was glowing with warm light.
Ruoruo was sitting at the dining table and saw Lan Sichen coming out of the kitchen and asked curiously, "Isn't it my sister who cooks? Why is it my uncle now?"
Si Lan's face turned red, but the child's unintentional question made her feel guilty, and she almost lowered her head under the table.
I have never been a person who indulges too much, but as a result, Lan Sichen and I went from the kitchen to the bathroom, and even the meal that I promised to cook for Ruoruo had to be done by Lan Sichen in the end!
Lan Sichen's phoenix eyes swept over her, full of tenderness and pampering, and said to Ruoruo: "Don't Ruoruo like uncle cooking?"
"Let's eat." Lan Sichen sat down and served a bowl of soup to Silan first, and then to Ruoruo.
"Sister eats, uncle eats." Ruoruo was very sensible. After saying this, she picked up the spoon and drank the soup slowly.
Lan Sichen frowned and glanced at Silan, why did he call her sister and uncle?
"Ruoruo, call her Aunt Silan, otherwise, call her my brother!"
Silan choked, and Lan Sichen quickly gave her a piece of paper. Silan wiped the corners of his lips, and when she glanced at him from the corner of her eye, she revealed a coquettishness that even she had not noticed.
Ruoruo looked at Si Lan with a confused face, then looked at Lan Sichen, "Why?"
"There is no reason." Lan Sichen reached out and touched Ruoruo's hair, "Just call it like this, you know?"
"Aunt Silan!!" Ruoruo shouted sweetly to Silan.
"Ahem..." Silan coughed again.
Aunt Silan! It sounds weird to my ears!
Lan Sichen's knitted brows finally unfurled, and he felt a little depressed. Why did Xiaozhe call her beautiful sister when he first saw her? Ruoruo also called her sister, but he called her uncle...
The hierarchy of generations is too chaotic!
After dinner, Silan didn't know that Ruoruo was having her birthday today and hadn't prepared a gift. While Lan Sichen was washing dishes in the kitchen, she quietly asked Ruoruo, "Ruoruo, what birthday gift do you want?"
Ruoruo looked at her, thought for a long time, and suddenly laughed, "I want to take a photo with Aunt and Uncle Silan, that kind of photo, that magical thing that can come out immediately!"
Si Lan's face froze for an instant, and he stared blankly at the little angel in front of him, who had flaws but a pure heart, and felt a dense pain in his heart.
If it weren't for Ruoruo's age, Silan would definitely think that she was the reincarnation of Xiaozhe.
He is as cautious as Xiaozhe, well-behaved and sensible, and as well-behaved as Xiaozhe is heart-warming...
Like Xiaozhe, his birthday wish is just to take a photo with himself and Lan Sichen.
Ruoruo saw that she had not responded for a long time, and the expectation in her eyes dimmed little by little, and she said in a low voice: "Can't you?" She even lowered her head slowly...
"No!" Si Lan came back to his senses and held her chubby little face with both hands, "Yes, of course."
Ruoruo immediately laughed, her eyes narrowed into crescent moons...
Si Lan turned around and went to the room to find Li Ke Pai. When he returned to the living room, Lan Sichen just came out of the kitchen. His eyes fell on Li Ke Pai in her hand and he was also slightly stunned...
Si Lan looked down at the Li Kepai in his hand, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he caressed it with his fingers unintentionally, "This child... looks like Xiao Zhe."
Lan Sichen's heart sank, he stepped forward and hugged her, sighing deeply, "Xiao Zhe has left. I believe he is in heaven and hopes that you will no longer be sad for his departure."
"Yes." Si Lan nodded, driving away all the gloom in his heart, and raised his head to show him a faint smile, "Let's take photos with Ruoruo."
Lan Sichen nodded and held her hand. Ruoruo was in his arms and Silan was beside him, sandwiching Ruoruo between the two people. Silan couldn't help but look at him more before pressing the button again.
One glance...
This scene is just like the scene on Xiaozhe's birthday...
After the crisp sound, a chirping sound sounded. Lan Sichen put Ruoruo down and his eyes fell on the photo...
Ruoruo raised her little head and looked expectantly at the photo Si Lan had just taken out, but it was still blank without any pictures...
Si Lan couldn't bear to see her looking up so hard, so he knelt down and handed the photo to her, "Blow it, Ruoruo."
Ruoruo held the photo tightly and blew on it, and the picture gradually appeared in the blank space. An excited smile appeared on her face, "It's out...it's out...Aunt Silan!"
Silan nodded, smiling slightly at the corner of his mouth. Looking at her smiling face, he seemed to see Xiaozhe.
"Uncle, look..." Ruoruo excitedly handed the photo to Lan Sichen, as if offering a treasure.
Lan Sichen noticed Silan's depressed mood, kept a smile on his lips, and hugged Ruoruo, "I have the photo, now it's time for Ruoruo to take a bath and go to bed. Stay here tonight, and uncle will take you back tomorrow, okay?"
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"Okay!" Ruoruo kept the photo in her heart like a treasure.
"I'll give Ruoruo a bath, you rest first." Lan Sichen said to Silan gently.
Si Lan nodded and watched him carry Ruoruo into the guest room.
If Ruoruo is really like Xiaozhe, he is a gift from God to the world.
For a moment, Si Lan suddenly thought of something and immediately walked into the guest room. Lan Sichen was putting hot water into the bathtub, and Ruoruo was squatting aside...
"Ahem!" Si Lan coughed lightly, which attracted Lan Sichen's attention.
"What's wrong?" He looked back at her.
"Well..." Silan hesitated a little, looked at Ruoruo, and mustered up the courage to say, "Go out, and I'll give Ruoruo a bath."
"Are you worried that I won't be able to bathe the child?" Lan Sichen raised his eyebrows slightly and used his wrist to test the water temperature. "Don't worry, I will take good care of Ruoruo. I won't let her choke on the water or get hurt by the hot water.
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"That's not it..." Silan bit her lip and denied it.
She never worried about Lan Sichen's ability to take care of others.
"Then what are you worried about?" No matter how smart Lan Sichen is, there is no way to guess what Lan Sichen is thinking at this moment.
Si Lan bit his lip, and a trace of anxiety flashed in his eyes. Should he say it? If he did, would he... feel that he was making a fuss out of a molehill?
When Lan Sichen saw that she was silent and stood up to come over to hug Ruoruo, Silan quickly took Ruoruo into his arms and avoided his hand.
"Asi, what's wrong with you?" Weren't you fine just now?
"Aunt Silan..." Ruoruo didn't understand what it had to do with her uncle giving her a bath.
"Lan Sichen!!" Silan glared at him helplessly and said in a soft voice: "Ruoruo is seven years old, but she is still a little girl."
Lan Sichen was stunned. When he came to his senses, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He frowned and looked at Silan with complicated and sad eyes, "Who do you think I am? I have feelings for children..."
He wouldn't say those words in front of Ruoruo...
Si Lan said flatly, "That's not what I meant. What I meant is that even if Ruoruo is still a child, she is still a girl, and you are a man..."
Lan Sichen's sharp eyes became more and more deep, and he looked at her inquiringly, and understood in his heart; the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up, and kept turning up!
Silan felt uncomfortable all over under his gaze, her scalp was numb, she bit her lip to chase him away, "Get out quickly, I'll give Ruoruo a bath."
"Okay, I'll leave it to you to help Ruoruo take a bath." Lan Sichen's voice was full of meaning, and the smile on his lips became thicker. He said he was going out, but his steps were slow...
Si Lan waited until he closed the bathroom door, put down Ruoruo, and helped Ruoruo take off her clothes, she couldn't help biting her lip in annoyance!
Slan, what a stupid thing you did!
Lan Sichen was sitting in the living room, thinking about Silan's awkward and cute expression, and his heart felt warm and astringent. What was warm was that Asi like this was his favorite appearance; what was astringent was that he could still have such an Asi.
how long.
Silan helped Ruoruo take a bath and prepared to put her to sleep and tell her stories.
Who knew that Ruoruo was very sensible and slept by herself every day, without the need for coaxing or telling stories. She pushed Silan to go out quickly to find her uncle and be with him.
Silan had no choice but to cover her with a quilt and leave the room.
"Come here." Lan Sichen saw her coming out and waved.
Silan walked to him and just sat down. Lan Sichen took her into his arms and kissed her hair, "Asian, you are jealous."
"No!" Si Lan's cheeks turned red and he denied it.
"You're jealous of Ruoruo! You don't like me looking at other women's bodies." Lan Sichen's hoarse voice was full of emotion.
God knows how excited and sad Silan's jealous behavior made him feel.
Si Lan's cheeks turned red, and it reached the root of his neck. He felt that he was so stupid. Why would he do such a stupid thing? He was so upset that he wanted to die, but he denied it forcefully, "I didn't! If Ruoruo is just a child, he doesn't do it at all."
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Before she finished speaking, Lan Sichen kissed her lips...the sound disappeared between his teeth...
"I'm very happy that you can be jealous of me!" Lan Sichen pinched her exquisite earlobe with his fingers, and there was a smile in his eyes, as if he was drunk.
"Si Chen..." Si Lan looked at him intently, and when he was about to speak, Lan Sichen let go of her first.
"It's getting late, you should go to bed early."
Lan Sichen stood up and straightened his clothes.
"Aren't you going to rest here at night?"
The smile in the watery eyes disappeared in an instant, and my heart sank little by little...
"I came back in a hurry. I still have a lot of things to deal with in the company. I want to finish them at night. You go to bed early and don't have to wait for me!"
Lan Sichen tried to be as gentle as possible and spoke to her in a gentle voice. When he turned around and wanted to leave——
Silan stood up suddenly, stared at his back coldly, and said in a solemn voice, "Lan Sichen, what do you think I am?"
You used business as an excuse to avoid me and didn't tell me when you came back. When we happened to meet me, you were extremely gentle to me, put on your pants and turned around to leave. It was business again!
Do you really think I'm a fool? Why did Lan Sichen have to work all night?
Lan Sichen got dressed, walked to the door and opened the door. He looked back at her and said, "Asian, be obedient! Don't make trouble unreasonably!"
"Since you have nothing to do tomorrow, help me take Ruoruo back. I'm afraid I won't have time."
The sound fell and the door was closed, leaving Silan no chance to speak.
It's unreasonable to make trouble...help me send Ruoruo back...
Every word, every sentence was like a dagger stabbing into Silan's heart, causing complete pain.
Who is making trouble unreasonably?
Silan's hands hanging on both sides of his body were clenched into fists; the right side of his chest felt suffocating and heavy, as if he could no longer breathe.
Lan Sichen, this is the answer you want to give me.
You had no intention of changing your mind from the beginning, right?
I thought... you would choose to believe me.
After all, it was my wishful thinking.
***
Lan Sichen did not return to the company, but drove to the bar, went directly into a box, ordered a lot of drinks, and kicked people out.
He is not a lonely person and does not need others to accompany him.
Cup after cup of cold wine was poured down the throat, almost freezing the body into ice as it traveled along the intestines. He drank too fast, choked on a sip, and coughed painfully, as if he wanted to cough out all the internal organs...
I don't know when a figure appeared at the door. He leaned against the door with a playful smile on his lips, "Look at how you look now... What can you do to give her happiness?"
Lan Sichen raised his head, his sharp eyes looked a little more sinister as he glanced at her, and his thin lips pursed out cold words: "Get out!"
Not only did Li Mingzhe not leave, he closed the door and walked in. He sat down next to Lan Sichen, reached for a bottle of wine and took a sip.
"I want to love but don't dare to love, I want to stay together but can only be separated, Lan Sichen... you are so pathetic! Tsk tsk..."
Lan Sichen didn't speak, he just drank one cup after another of cold liquid. His whole body was full of frightening violence, and his tight contours were filled with sinister bursts, a coldness that refused to be felt thousands of miles away. There was a mouth on his neck.
Anyone else would have been scared away by Lan Sichen's expression, but this Li Mingzhe was not afraid of him.
Li Mingzhe didn't speak, but drank bottle after bottle with him silently.
The two of them had nothing to talk about. The only thing they had in common was that they both had a woman named "Slan" in their hearts.
——The heart is higher than the sky, and life is thinner than paper.
This was Wen Wanrou's evaluation of him at the beginning, which revealed his life's destiny...
It's up to God and people to decide, but you can't always control yourself.
There was a trace of sadness in the phoenix eyes. Under the dim light, a thick layer of haze appeared on the handsome outline. When he was holding the crystal cup and preparing to drink the full glass of wine, he couldn't help but cough. The cough was very painful.
, my throat feels itchy, as if something is stuck there, and I can't swallow it or spit it out...
When a fishy sweetness surged into my throat, unexpectedly, a dark red color appeared in the pure white cup, which continued to dissolve in the transparent liquid... dyeing the alcohol into blood-colored red!
"...You!" Li Mingzhe's evil eyes froze, and he looked at him with disbelief. He coughed up blood...
His situation was more serious than he expected.
Lan Sichen threw the wine glass into the trash can, took the paper towel on the table with a nonchalant expression and slowly wiped the blood stains on his fingers and lips.
His expression was indifferent, as if he was not the one coughing up blood, and as if all this had nothing to do with him.
Li Mingzhe's probing eyes became clearer little by little, and he finally understood why he could cut out Si Lan's heart without changing his expression.
A person's indifference to others is not indifference, but indifference to himself is true indifference.
Lan Sichen has no heart for himself at all.
The strange thing is that Lan Sichen, who has no love for himself, spends his whole life loving that woman named Si Lan.
"You deserve a toast from me." Li Mingzhe raised his cup and shook it at him, then raised his head and drank it all.
Falling in love with such a man who is a combination of ghost and angel, I don’t know whether this is Slan’s luck or her sorrow.
Lan Sichen silently picked up the wine glass and continued to drink. Since he had no choice, why not indulge...
Anyway, I have nothing to care about anymore.
***
Silan sent Ruoruo back and took her to buy a lot of things on the way, but in Ruoruo's eyes, no matter how many things she had, they were not as precious as the photo of the three of them.
Ruoruo almost treasures the photo as a talisman.
Si Lan hugged her soft body and couldn't bear to let go, as if he had hugged Xiao Zhe back then.
Ruoruo asked her if she would come to see him next time.
Si Lan nodded without hesitation, even if Ruoruo didn't say it, he would come to see her.
Ruoruo took the photo, looked at Silan again, and shook her head: "Aunt Silan, I don't want you to come see me often! I know you are both busy, so can you give me your address? I am learning to recognize you recently.
I will learn how to write letters. How about I write to you? This will not waste a lot of your time..."
Silan's heart tightened, why was this child so sensible that he felt sad inside.
"If Ruoruo can learn to write, write a letter to Auntie. Auntie also promised Ruoruo to come and see Ruoruo as soon as she has time, okay? Li Gou Gou..."
Ruoruo hooked her little finger, and the two of them made this agreement by pulling the hook, "hanging yourself with the hook will not change for a hundred years."
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In the evening, Si Lan deliberately asked the hourly worker not to come, and prepared dinner by himself without calling Lan Sichen. With a table full of dishes, he sat on the sofa and waited for Lan Sichen to come back.
According to his usual habit, Lan Sichen returns home at six o'clock every day, but it is already past eight o'clock today and he has not come back yet.
Si Lan wanted to call him, but hesitated when he took the phone in his hand. He had already found his name in the phone book but refused to press the dial button...
Looking at the clock hanging on the wall, Slan hesitated for a long time and finally put down the phone without calling him.
wait.
I wonder how long he will let me wait.
Time passed bit by bit, and the huge house was cold and empty, as if even the air was cold. Silan curled up on the sofa, holding his knees with his hands in a posture of self-protection. As time went by, his heart became more and more
He sank down bit by bit, his eyes fixed on the clock on the wall. The black pointer had already reached twelve o'clock.
Isn't he going to come back tonight?
Just when Silan was lost in thought, he suddenly heard the sound of opening the door. He was so happy that he immediately stood up and looked up...
As soon as Lan Sichen opened the door, he was met with Silan's flickering eyes. He froze in place for a moment, still holding the key in his hand.
I didn't expect that Silan hadn't rested yet.
With his peripheral vision, he glanced at the table full of cooled food and narrowed his eyes, looking slightly apologetic. He paused, sighed, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I didn't know you had cooked for me, why didn't you wait for me?"
Call me."
An apology wiped everything away. Silan had been preparing all the dishes and rice on the table since the afternoon. It took him a long time to prepare them. He probably calculated the time for his return and rushed to prepare the meals beforehand.
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But now, with an apology and an apologetic look... Silan suddenly felt that the original enthusiasm in his heart had suddenly cooled down by half, leaving only a little hope.
"Then..." Silangang opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, he was suddenly interrupted.
"You can warm it up and eat it first. After eating, go to bed early. I'm very tired today and have no appetite." After saying that, he walked to the study and didn't even glance at the food on the table.
Si Lan stood there in a daze, looking at the table of cold food and the chair that Zhang La had pulled open long ago but he had not sat down on, let alone the bowls and chopsticks on the table.
Movement - useless, everything is in its original appearance.
Not only has the food become cold, but everything around has lost its warmth.
Silan didn't have the appetite to eat, and he didn't even have the energy to clean up, leaving them alone on the dining table.
Walking towards the bedroom, his footsteps suddenly became extremely heavy, as if someone was pulling Si Lan behind and holding on to him. For a moment, his mood seemed to have sunk to its lowest point...
Although those meals could not be called gourmet, this was the best meal that Slan made most conscientiously.
When walking past Lan Sichen's study, his door was not closed, but opened a crack, letting out a glimmer of light. Just passing by, one could smell the smell of smoke coming from his room, vaguely mixed with
Coughing sound.
When Silan opened the door to his room, the cold breath almost hit his face. It was a bone-chilling cold, blowing into his heart. Those hand-woven wicker chairs that were standing still seemed lifeless at the moment, and the thick carpet under his feet was also
Hard and cold... Without turning on the light, Si Lan merged himself into this endless darkness.
After a long time, the sky outside was still shrouded in darkness, and even the occasional sounds became desolate.
Suddenly, Silan seemed to hear Lan Sichen's door being opened, and he stepped consciously softly, not wanting to disturb anyone. Silan also stood up, followed him gently, and secretly watched his every move.