1261. Chapter 1261 Without her thousands of pinks and blacks would be colorless 55
I... seem to have seen her before.
That's right...
That woman's name was An Luoqing, and he, Tang Qianrong, had met her when he was very young.
I originally wanted to use this name to test Lin Wensheng, but I didn't expect that at this moment, my long-dormant memory was touched, with a strange and dusty smell, gradually spreading in my mind...
"Tang Qianrong, I know you mentioned Luo Qing in front of me because you wanted to test me. It doesn't matter. I don't mind if you see my care and affection for Luo Qing, because this is what I really think in my heart. I deeply
I love her and regret losing her so much. You may not know it, but your father knows it very well... An Luoqing, you should remember this name. After all, she is such an unforgettable woman.
, of course, she is also the woman who was killed by your adoptive father... the woman who was tortured to death by your whole family... Do you still remember, it is impossible to forget, after all, you were also one of the accomplices at that time! "
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Some people say that the past is like the wind.
Memory is like dust, burying the old self.
Ever since Tang Qianrong could remember, his memory had unconsciously filtered out the things he didn't want to remember, about the torture of his adoptive mother, about the many unhappinesses he had, and about the many unhappiness he had in the orphanage.
Yes, because of my autism, I need to avoid the dark side, negative energy, and all memories that may bring me back to the autistic world.
All this was told to my father by the rehabilitation master and he overheard it secretly.
He needs to remember many, many good things and make himself happy, so as to increase the possibility of being cured.
Yes, he had just been brought back from the orphanage by Nan Hongzhe. During those days, he was like a frightened little beast. He hid in his room every day and did not dare to appear in front of people. He did not answer other people's questions.
He refused to say any words, not even a single word. He was as quiet as if he didn't exist.
Only my adoptive father took the trouble to come to my room every day, talk to me, communicate with me, take me for a walk, take me to see a doctor, learn music, and do many things that I had never done before in the orphanage.
matter.
If it weren't for my adoptive father, I wouldn't be where I am today.
He has always been grateful to his adoptive father.
But... what do Lin Wensheng's words mean? The woman who was killed by her adoptive father... and herself... was also an accomplice?
Even after he left the hospital and returned to his studio, those words still shocked him deeply. While walking in the garden with Lin Wensheng, he did vaguely think of the story about An Luoqing in his memory.
There were some scenes, but they were just scenes. Apart from that, he couldn't remember much. These memories seemed to be fragments scattered from the cracks, and he couldn't even piece together a complete memory.
Maybe, everything about An Luoqing is just like the doctor said, it is a dark and negative memory for me, so it has been filtered out and forgotten by me over the long years, because I tried my best to tell myself
, I can’t remember, I can’t remember, so...just like that, I never think of it again.
That's it...
However, from what Lin Wensheng said today, it was obvious that something happened to Jing Xing's mother back then. What exactly were those things?
Tang Qianrong was lying on the sofa. He hadn't slept all day and night, but he didn't feel tired at all. Only the empty feeling in his left chest made him feel as if someone had hollowed out his soul. It hurt.
It hurts.
Regret is like a bug that eats flesh and blood, eating away at the rest of his body all over his body. If this continues, one day Tang Qianrong will also disappear... Without An Jingxing's life... he would not be the same.
Then it’s myself.
Even though he pretended to be very good in front of others...he knew very well that he was almost reaching his limit. Really, he was almost at his limit.
Jing Xing...I miss you so much.
Just when Tang Qianrong was lying on the sofa in a daze, not wanting to do anything but letting all the despair and pain surround him, the personal cell phone that had been silent all day and night suddenly rang.
At that moment, Tang Qianrong thought that the call might be from An Jingxing, and his disillusioned hope was rekindled. But when he picked up the phone, he saw that the number jumping on the screen was not Jingxing, but ERIC.
At that time, his whole body was like a balloon that had just been inflated, and then lost all the air in an instant... His mood quickly became depressed, and he lost interest in connecting to the phone.
He just threw the phone aside. He planned to leave it alone, since ERIC would hang up after calling for a while...
If it’s not Jing Xing, it’s meaningless for anyone...
However, this time, things did not develop as he expected. This time, ERIC seemed determined to call him until he answered the phone. The phone ran out of battery and the office phone also rang.
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Tang Qianrong was hit hard by Lin Wensheng's words. Coupled with the hard work and exhaustion of the day and night, he was a little confused and unable to think. However, he couldn't rest or give up... Such a contradiction
His state has made his whole person become extremely bad, but he himself has not been able to notice it. At this moment, negative energy and dark side are lingering around him... For a former autistic patient
, no one can predict what will happen in such a situation.
At this moment, Tang Qianrong didn't feel at all that he was standing on the edge of the cliff. He just felt that the landline phone in the office was very noisy. If the world could be quiet, if everything could be quiet, if
If you can keep yourself quiet like this forever...
No, it can't be done. The harsh ringing of the phone was like a crying baby, which brought Tang Qianrong back from his confused thoughts. He frowned and shook his head vigorously. It seemed that not sleeping for too long was bad for his body.
It’s not that it has no impact at all…
Frowning, he got up from the sofa, walked over to the chattering phone, and picked up the receiver.
The moment he picked up the phone, ERIC's stormy roaring voice suddenly came from the other end of the phone: "Tang Qianrong, where did you die? Get out of here quickly. You lost your wife. Is your child now?"
