A mouthful of blood spit out from his lips, and the resonance shook his internal organs. Leng Lintian's fingers became stiff and he wanted to continue.
Suddenly, his mind went dark, and he fell on the piano keys, with blood pouring out of his mouth.
With his eyes slightly drunk, he seemed to see a woman standing beside the piano, bending her eyes and stroking his head.
【Xiaotian.】
Leng Lintian opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
He wanted to raise his hand to touch him, but his vision was completely black.
It is undeniable that when I was first attracted to Jing Jiaren, it was because of her face...
Does he long for the warmth of family too much?
He couldn't wait...before he was sure of Jing Jiaren's wishes, he forced his way into her world.
The way Jing Jiaren smiles is really... very similar to JANE.
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Some people say that people who have lacked fatherly love since childhood usually have some Electra feelings. When they grow up, most of the boyfriends they find are older and more mature men.
Playing the dual role of father and husband...
Leng Lintian probably has some Oedipus factors in his body.
So subconsciously, I hope that the woman I love in the future will have the shadow of my mother.
As far as he is concerned, he simply wants to gain the warmth of family, nothing more.
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In a dark chaos, Leng Lintian's dream was of that extremely sad funeral, with light rain falling continuously.
"Master, Master?"
I struggled to open my eyes, but my whole body was so painful that I couldn't even vomit.
A fat hand waved in front of his eyes, and then Aunt Pan's fat face came closer.
"Great, Master, you finally woke up."
Leng Lintian frowned, raised his hand and looked at himself - he is not dead!?
"The doctor has examined you and said that there are some bruises on the internal organs, which are not serious." Aunt Pan sighed, "You don't know how you look like you are dead when you sleep, and your face is so pale and pale, it's really scary.
!”
Leng Lintian's body tensed violently: "I'm not dead!?"
"Bah, bah, bah, don't say unlucky words, young master. The young master is auspicious and will not die."
It was just the resonance of the music that knocked out a bunch of people.
After Leng Lintian fainted, the servants, nuns, etc. who were buried with him also fell into a coma.
Leng Lintian put his hand on his forehead and thought of Jing Jiaren's words.
She insisted that she had played the ball but she was unconscious but not dead.
She even clearly expressed her feelings before coma.
Tinnitus, headache, sharp resonant sound that pierces the body, coughing up blood, internal organs being damaged...
Jing Jiaren said that when she reached the third section at the end, she couldn't bear it and fainted, and she couldn't finish the entire melody.
Now, everything matches up.
Jing Jiaren didn't lie, what she said was true!
There was no way I could finish "Black Sunday" while playing by myself. The cause of Ms. JANE's death was mysterious.
And the point is——
Leng Lintian sat up suddenly, the bitter taste of blood welling up in his throat: "Where is she!?"
Aunt Pan immediately knew who the young master was looking for, so she took the Chinese medicine and blew it: "The young master is looking for Miss Jiaren, haven't you already let her go?"
Leng Lintian pinched his brows and calmed down.
Yes, he let her go with his own hands...
He didn't regret letting her go, but humiliated her like this before she left!
Leng Lintian laughed dullly and punched himself on the head with his metal hand.
His body was beaten so hard that he fell back on the bed, and his forehead immediately became bruised and swollen.