Volume Two, The First Floor. Doomsday Chapter 76. The Regrets of Making Up
In the darkness, the glass cabin was moving rapidly. After a moment of swaying, the sound of the machine's operation was clearly heard. The next second, the board under her feet disappeared, and Tang Ling fell out of the glass cabin without weight.
"ah!"
After falling on the hard floor, Tang Ling rolled over and lay on her back in pain. Then, someone grabbed her chin and forcibly opened her eyelids with their fingers. A stimulating white light shone in her eyes.
"Come, look here, follow the light source, that's good."
What?!
Tang Ling's whole body froze. This voice was too familiar to her. Even if she couldn't see the person clearly now, she knew that the woman must be wearing a pair of stupid black-rimmed glasses and clean clothes.
Wearing a white coat, he looked harmless, but secretly he was doing the cruelest things.
The bright light slowly retreated from her eyes. Tang Ling adapted for a while, and her blurred vision gradually became clear. In front of her, Meng Han squatted there, looking at her tenderly.
It really is Meng Han.
Tang Ling clenched her hands. She looked around. She saw a familiar white room, surrounded by panicked children. Tang Ling lowered her head. She was wearing tattered casual clothes, and there were slender wounds everywhere on her limbs. It looked like
Extremely miserable.
This is what she was wearing when she first came in.
"It's okay, it's safe now."
Warm hands touched Tang Ling's cheek. Meng Han took out the handkerchief and wiped the dirt on Tang Ling's face. Her eyes were full of love and distress, which looked really hypocritical.
Tang Ling broke away from Meng Han's hand in disgust. She stood up and patted the dust on her body, especially wiping the places where Meng Han had touched her. She looked at Meng Han who was still squatting on the ground.
As well as all the children looking around, Tang Ling took a deep breath and rushed towards Meng Han, with the determination to die together.
But it all came to nothing.
Tang Ling fell to the floor again. Before she could get up, a pair of hands helped her up from the ground. At the same time, a worried voice sounded in Tang Ling's ears.
"Why are you lying on the ground? Baby, does it hurt from the fall?"
This voice!
Tang Ling still lowered her head, but she smelled a faint fragrance on the tip of her nose. It was the smell of daisies growing in the park. The fragrance of flowers softened the fresh smell of grass after the rain. It was refreshing and the smell of sunshine made people feel special.
The warm breath made Tang Ling's nose sore, and crystal-hot tears began to roll in her eyes.
She didn't dare to look up, she was afraid that it was her illusion.
The woman's white hands carefully helped her up, and gently patted the non-existent dust on her body as if it were a treasure. She straightened Tang Ling's messy clothes, and then asked with concern: "Baby, what's wrong?
Does it hurt from the fall?”
Tang Ling didn't want to raise her head. She didn't dare to look at her. She was afraid that the woman would disappear the moment she raised her head. Her tears were flowing out uncontrollably. Tang Ling gritted her teeth to prevent herself from whimpering.
In the end, the woman stretched out her hands to hold Tang Ling's face, and with a little force, she raised her head. Looking at Tang Ling's face with blurred eyes and crying uncontrollably, the worry on her face became even more intense.
He asked softly: "Does it hurt?"
It was not the ferocious face that she remembered last time, but the woman's quiet and gentle face was very close at hand. Her eyebrows were still familiar, not stained with blood. Her eyes were lively, and her pupils were filled with the look of Tang Ling's tears streaming down her face. Sheng
Full of worry and love.
This was the person she had longed for in countless dreams for a long time but could never see again.
"mom, Mom, Mom……"
Tang Ling's voice was hoarse and she called tentatively. Her voice was very soft and she didn't dare to use force. She was afraid that if she made a little louder voice, she would disturb the person in front of her. She was afraid that if she disturbed her, she would move away from her.
"what happened, Babe?"
Qiu Yanling tilted her head and smiled playfully. She looked at Tang Ling in front of her. She wiped away the tears that Tang Ling couldn't stop, but she couldn't stop Tang Ling from crying. Qiu Yanling stretched out her hand to hug Tang Ling helplessly.
Ling, as if she had been doing this for many years, patted Tang Ling's back skillfully and whispered comfort in her ear.
Tang Ling couldn't bear it anymore and buried herself in Qiu Yanling's arms and cried loudly. She wanted to shout out all her grievances and unwillingness in Qiu Yanling's arms. All her attachment and longing were released in this painful cry.
come out.
Tang Ling refused to stop until her voice became hoarse. After a long time, she finally calmed down in Qiu Yanling's arms. After crying for too long, Tang Ling still couldn't control herself. She began to hiccup and twitch uncontrollably.
He was twitching and sniffing non-stop, which looked particularly pitiful.
Qiu Yanling looked at her daughter's pitiful look, rubbed her head distressedly, took Tang Ling's hand, and coaxed: "Stop crying, our little birthday girl should be happy, come on, dad has already put the cake
Everything is ready, let’s celebrate the little birthday boy’s birthday, shall we?”
Tang Ling nodded and let Qiu Yanling pull her to the dining table. Tang Yong had already prepared a sumptuous meal. A cute cat cake was placed in the middle of the dining table with a candle with the number 10 on it.
Tang Yong was lighting the candle with a lighter. He saw Qiu Yanling pulling Tang Ling towards her. Seeing her daughter's obviously red and swollen eyes, Tang Yong quickly packed up what he was doing, walked to Tang Ling, squatted down, stretched out his hand and lit it.
She tapped Tang Ling's nose and said distressedly: "What happened to our cute little birthday girl? This little face is so pretty, please be happy!"
Tang Yong pulled Tang Ling and teased her for a long time. Seeing her father doing all kinds of funny things in front of her, Tang Ling couldn't help laughing, and suddenly a small bubble came out of her nose. Tang Ling
He sniffed awkwardly, a blush appeared on his face, and he looked much more lively than before.
"Okay, okay, you two, come to the table!"
Qiu Yanling called Tang Yong and Tang Ling to the table, and put the paper crown on Tang Ling's head. Qiu Yanling clapped her hands and said happily: "Happy birthday to our baby!"
The sweet birthday song started, and Tang Yong was singing along a little off-key. Tang Ling looked at the exquisite birthday cake in front of her, and then looked at Qiu Yanling and Tang Yong who were staring at her lovingly. Tang Ling
The tears that had stopped rose again. She sniffed, closed her eyes, clasped her hands together and put them to her mouth, but did not make a wish.
She didn't think about anything. She just begged God devoutly to freeze this scene for a little longer.
Opening her eyes at the right time, Tang Ling looked at Qiu Yanling and Tang Yong again, pursed her lips, and did not rush to blow out the lit candles. She looked at them deeply, wanting to imprint their looks deeply on them.
In her own heart, Tang Ling finally withdrew her gaze, shed tears and blew out the candles in the gentle gazes of Qiu Yanling and Tang Yong.
