"Silly girl, Xingchen has already left, why are you doing this?" Su Shan gently stretched out her right hand, like a loving mother, caressing Murong Rong's haggard face, and a heartbroken voice came from her mouth. outgoing.
Why doesn't she feel pain in her heart? Why doesn't she hope that this is all a dream? But how can a person still be alive after his heart has stopped beating for so many hours?
Didn't you see that the two African refugees who were invited from nowhere were sweating profusely? They must have been forced to summon spirits by this guy Chen Xiaolong, right?
"No...Sister Su, it's not like that. Xingchen is really not dead. His body is still warm. I can even feel the warmth of him holding me..." Murong Rong seemed to be excited after eating something. He broke away from Susan's hand like a drug and explained excitedly.
"Yes, Sister Su, Xingchen is really not dead. His body is still warm. If you don't believe me, go and touch it!" Chen Xiaolong, Luo Yin and others also said at the same time.
Su Shan sighed slightly in her heart, but she still came to Ye Xingchen, slowly stretched out her right hand, and touched the face that often appeared in her dreams. Her movements were very soft, very light, very thin, for fear of It was like waking him up from a dream.
Her face was pale, but there was a touch of tenderness. It was a real warmth, not an illusion, let alone a hallucination. Su Shan also showed a trace of surprise on her face, and stretched out her left hand again, but the result was still the same. , and stroked his chest, his wrist, everything was so warm, as if he was hugging himself.
Really, is all this true, did he really not die?
"Not only that, Sister Su, Xingchen's injuries are also slowly healing. If you don't believe it, look at it. These are the stab wounds he received that day. Now he has a stutter. There are also the wounds on his heart. The doctor looked through the lens I found that the inside has begun to heal slowly!" Chen Xiaolong looked at Susan's somewhat dazed expression and said again.
Su Shan gently opened the sheets covering Ye Xingchen and found that the wounds on his body were really showing signs of healing, especially the edges of those wounds, which had begun to stutter. Not to mention a dead person, even if he was It is impossible for a living person to develop scars so quickly. This...this...what is going on? Who can explain it?
No one could explain it. Su Shan stared at Ye Xingchen blankly, her head paused for a short time. Finally, she probed Ye Xingchen's breath with her hand, but felt no joy, and then touched his heart, but no joy. Movement, this...
"Can you let me be alone with him for a while?" Su Shan didn't know how to answer such doubts. She seemed to feel Ye Xingchen's presence and felt that he was beside her, watching her and others quietly. It is a kind of intuition, a kind of intuition unique to women.
"Hmm..." Everyone, including Murong Rong, nodded at the same time. In their hearts, Su Shan held an extremely important position. She was not only their class teacher, but also their closest sister.
The two African refugees were almost kicked out by Chen Xiaolong. They were mumbling and didn't know what to say. Until all these sounds disappeared, Su Shan slowly sat beside Ye Xingchen's bed and gently held her hand. Ye Xingchen held the palm of his hand and said extremely gently: "Xingchen, I know you are here, and you can definitely hear me? Right?" Su Shan paused when she said this, staring closely. Ye Xingchen's lips, how she wished he could move them.
"I'm really here, I can indeed hear you, sister, I really want to hug you, but I really don't know how to tell you this now!" Looking at Susan's equally haggard face,
Ye Xingchen screamed in his heart again. In the past two days, he had tried many methods, but there was still no progress, and he was still in the same state as at the beginning.
Su Shan looked at Ye Xingchen, who was still motionless, with no trace of disappointment in her eyes. Her red lips moved slightly: "Xingchen, do you know? These days, my sister has missed you so much. I really miss you."
Come back to you, cook for you, sew for you, bathe, and do all the trivial things for you. As long as you can live happily, my sister will be very happy, very happy!"
"Sister, I miss you too, and I'm very happy too!" Ye Xingchen sighed silently.
"Haha, you must have heard what I said, right? In fact, there is one very important thing I haven't told you yet? You are going to be a father..."
"Boom..." Ye Xingchen only felt a bolt of lightning falling from the sky and hitting him hard on the head. He was actually going to be a father? He was actually going to be a father? Look at Susan again.
The slightly bulging belly reminds me of that time of passion. There seemed to be no safety measures at that time, right? Are you really that powerful? One hit? Oh my God, I am going to be a father. MD, wake up quickly.
Come on, I want to be a father, I want to touch my child! Ye Xingchen screamed, tore, and struggled hard, constantly trying to integrate into his body, and kept running...
"Haha, you must be very happy, right? In fact, you are also a child sometimes. I really don't know if there will be any changes after you become a father. Do you want to touch our child? He is very obedient? It's not like that.
Are you as naughty?" A charming smile appeared on Su Shan's face, and she pulled Ye Xingchen's hand to her belly and put it into her clothes.
Suddenly, vaguely, in an instant, Ye Xingchen felt Susan's body temperature, her smooth and tender skin, and a weak life being nurtured in her body. He even felt a strange positive energy.
Through that little life slowly integrating into his body, it was a feeling of blood connection. For a moment, Ye Xingchen was so moved that he almost cried, he really wanted to be a father.
"Xingchen, do you feel it? Is he very good? In fact, I have already thought of a name for him. I hope that he can be a cool and unrestrained man in the future, so I call him Ye Xiao. Does this name sound good?" Su Shan
Smiling sweetly, smiling beautifully...
Ye Xiao, Ye Xiao, Ye Xiao!
"Boom..." There was a loud noise, which was a real thunder striking down from the sky. A flash of lightning suddenly flashed across the clear sky, causing everyone in Jinghai City to panic, but Ye Xingchen felt that his soul was passing through him.
There was a sharp pain, as if a huge memory was about to explode, but it seemed to be tightly wrapped by something.
Ye Xiao, Xiao'er, Ye Xiao, Xiao'er... Ruoxuan... Chen Yi...