Next to the bedside table, medical devices make rhythmic sounds.
Han Lin lay on the bed with her eyes open, looking at the man with silver hair sitting in front of the bed.
She was much haggard and was extremely thin. She was wearing a ventilator on her face and tears flowed silently in her eyes.
"For...for...why?"
She said these three words with difficulty, and her eyes were filled with pain.
Half a year ago, the cancer cells in her body suddenly spread, and at an extremely fast speed, everyone was caught off guard.
Only then did she realize how serious her illness was.
She fell down.
But what really made her fall was to know that Zhan Lian was dead.
It was also God's will. When Zhan Wenshu felt uncomfortable talking to Hou Shuyu, he was heard by her who suddenly came to him.
Originally, she could live a few more months or even longer with her willpower, but after hearing this news, she could no longer stand up.
By now, it is...the end.
Lin Lian looked at the man who had been haggard in a short time and his face looked faint: "He is not dead."
Han Lin was stunned.
The pain in her eyes came to an abrupt end, and the despair on her face disappeared.
For a moment, she seemed to have the courage to live.
But soon, the bright spots in her eyes became dim.
She looked at this quiet face, always gentle, without aggressiveness or harm.
She has always maintained her original purity.
but……
Looking at the dead silence in these eyes, the desolation that was guarding day after day, a tear fell from the corner of her eyes.
Dead...
Lian Shi died...
Her son is dead...
She can never make up for it in her life...
"sorry……"
Tears covered her eyes. She said these three words with difficulty, and breathed on the ventilator, dyeing a hazy fog.
I don’t know if this was said to Lin Lian or to the dead person.
At this moment, Lin Lian stopped making a sound.
She looked out the window, the branches growing towards the cold, and the fallen leaves withered, which was the cold.
On the sixth day of the twelfth lunar month, Han Lin left.
She finally couldn't survive this year and walked in the late winter of this year.
Everyone was very sad, only Lin Lian and Zhan Suiling did not shed a single tear.
However, this late night when Han Lin was sent away, Lin Yan went downstairs.
She came to a corner of the living room alone, in front of the black piano, sat on the piano bench, and her fingers fell gently on the keys and stroking them carefully.
That night, the crescent moon hangs high and the moonlight shines.
She sat there and sat for a long time.
...
The sun and the moon change, it’s dark and dawn, day after day, the four seasons continue to change, and it repeats over and over again.
Suddenly, ten years arrived.
Forsythia blossoms bloom freely, and golden flowers flutter in the wind, bringing rays of faint fragrance.
The coldness of winter disappears, and the grass grows and the birds fly.
Summer is coming soon.
"Tuantuan, our little cutie, prepare your dried fish, we are going to set out to Fengquan Town~"
Zhan Keke carried her red shoulder bag and took off her suitcase.
Tuantuan heard her words and jumped over and jumped to her suitcase in an instant: "Meow~"
Zhan Keke immediately smiled at the sky: "Haha, can't wait?"
"I tell you, I won't take you there anymore and let you be at home by yourself."
"It just so happens that no one is guarding you at home. You're the right place to be at home, right?"
“Meow~”
Zhan Keke bent over and had fun.
At this time, the sound of the suitcase pulling came from upstairs, and it was not too fast or too slow. It was obvious that the person pulling the suitcase was a slow man and everything was stable.
Zhan Keke immediately turned around and saw a person wearing a white shirt, chestnut casual trousers, pulling his suitcase, a slightly shorter than her and a very beautiful face appeared in sight.
"Brother, I'll do it!"
She ran upstairs and soon snatched the suitcase from Zhan Suiling, and then lifted the suitcase down after a while.
After going back and forth, although the suitcase was not heavy, it made her sweat a lot.
Zhan Keke looked upstairs with sweat on his forehead: "Brother, you still have..."
The three words "baggage or not" were still in my mouth, and before I could say it, Zhan Keke came to an abrupt end.
Because the person who was upstairs before is gone now.
Where have you gone?
Zhan Keke was puzzled and went upstairs again: "Brother?"
At this time, Dean's bedroom.
Lin Lian was packing his luggage.
Dean has lived with them most of the time during these ten years, and occasionally returns to his father.
But will be back soon.
But this time, it's not.
Dean's father personally called Lin Lian and thanked her for her careful care for Dean over the past ten years.
It's time for Dean to go home.
And after this May Day holiday, he will return to his original place.
Dean is fifteen years old. He is taller than Zhan Keke and taller than Lin Liang.
The little shrunk child once grew up like an adult.
He stood beside Lin Lian, watching Lin Lian carefully fold his clothes, sort them, and then put them neatly into the trunk.
These luggage were not taken to Fengquan Town, but were packed and someone would take them away.
I don’t know when I leave again.
The bedroom was too quiet, even the sound of Lin Lian talking was filled with silence.
"Dean, I won't pack up my clothes for you. I'll take some of them back and leave some of them here. I'll come back here after holidays."
“The home here has always been open to you.”
Lin Lian spoke, looking softly at the person standing beside him.
It seemed like it was just a flash of sight. The shy little boy who used to be in front of her now is taller than her and looks very beautiful.
It's like a dream, so unreal.
Dean looked at his face that had been like a decade before him, his thin and soft silver hair, and his eternal soft eyebrows.
She gave them all her tenderness, patience, and warmth.
She is an extremely important person in his life and is irreplaceable.
These blue eyes are dyed with rain, like rain falling in the clear sky, making people sad.
"Teacher Ning, can I hug you?" Dean said with a hoarse voice, tears falling silently.
Lin Lian looked at his tears, her eyelashes trembled, and tears of smile appeared.
Smile, open his arms and hug him.
At this moment, Dean lowered his head and brought her slender body into his arms.
His face was buried in her neck and tears rolled down.
He didn't know who his mother was or where, but the person in his arms was his mother.
In his heart, the eternal mother.
Zhan Suiling stood at the door, looking at the person wearing a plain long skirt and a head of silver hair tied behind his head.
She is still quiet and young. Time seems to favor her, leaving no trace on her.
How she looked ten years ago, she still was ten years later.
Everyone packed up and boarded the plane at 10:35.
At 10:55, the plane took off.
Lin Lian sat in the seat, looking at the bright sky outside the window, the sun was hanging high, and the light shone down, and beams of light fell into her eyes.
Lin Lian squinted his eyes slightly.
During the time of Zhanlian, the ten-year period was almost here.