478. Chapter 478 The doctor can't cure the sad, he can [4]
Huge bookshelves towered all around, leaving only one floor-to-ceiling window, which was half-covered by dark curtains.
In front of the table, on the leather chair.
A tall figure sat quietly, holding a cigarette between his fingers and resting it on his forehead.
It's not flashing with a dark red glow.
The man's back looked a little inexplicably lonely.
But his eyes always fell on the right side of the table.
Focus on that picture frame.
This photo frame is not exquisite, and it cannot be said to have any aesthetic value. It can even be said to be out of place in a place full of books.
As for the people in the photo, one is not a peerless beauty and handsome guy, and the other is a harmonious and beautiful family portrait.
Just two half-year-old, innocent children with silly smiles.
This photo was taken when Lin Xing was in the first grade of junior high school.
The man above him was wearing a hurdle vest that looked extremely tacky, and he was holding a golden trophy that I thought was crudely made, and he was holding it up happily.
And that girl was standing next to him...
But, time flies.
Time is something that will always take away some beautiful memories slowly, or seal them away inadvertently.
All that is left are scratches after the changes.
Just like the growth rings of a tree, they are hidden in the layers of bark and remain in the trunk.
What he said yesterday was serious enough.
Qiao Xin probably won’t come again today!
This is fine...
Exhaled.
Lin Xing put out his cigarette butt, turned on the desk lamp, and looked down at the large brick-like medical book on the table.
But before he turned two pages, his phone vibrated.
A small envelope appears on the screen.
Click to open.
That message only had five words.
——"I'm getting married"
…
evening.
Bo Jinghan was in the room, quietly changing clothes for Tangtang.
He also warned Tangtang: "Bo Juntang, don't make any noise when you go down for a while, be polite!"
"Huh! I don't like bad uncle!"
The cute baby adjusted the small lapel pin on her collar. Her little fingers twisted the half of the silver tassel trailing from the lapel pin. She pursed her lips awkwardly and tugged hard to express her reluctance.
"Tangtang! It's not a bad uncle, it's Uncle Lu!"
"He bullies Tangtang, Tangtang doesn't like him, he is a bad uncle - bad, uncle, uncle!"
The naughty Tangtang, with her milky voice, bit that title particularly hard as if to emphasize it deliberately.
He turned to look at Jingjing, letting Bo Jinghan dress him, and frowned unconsciously.
But he didn't say anything more.
He just turned his little head and said angrily "hum".
"Tangtang, whether you like him or not is another matter, but he is an elder, so you can't be rude! Have you forgotten what Grandpa Zeng taught you?"
"Hmm hum hum!"
Tangtang, who felt at a loss, continued to hum with her hands folded across her chest, expressing her dissatisfaction.
Bo Jinghan was very patient and not angry.
She stretched out her hand and pinched the child's fair and round cheek, and a sly gleam flashed through her fox-like eyes.
"Boy, don't you dare to disobey me? Then, I'll call Jason now and ask him to leave Tangtang's gift behind when he comes!"
Upon hearing this, Tangtang, who was still awkward at first, immediately turned her head.
Staring at Bo Jinghan, he wailed: "Mommy... I'm good, I'm good!"
