Chapter Seventy-One: Miserable
The girl looked at Lan Kite, full of suspicion, even if she wanted to comfort herself, she shouldn't make up a story like this. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 info
Lan Kite paused for a second and continued: "At the beginning, I waited for him every day, praying that he was not abandoning me, but that something must have delayed him and did not come, so I went for three months, waiting for him in the agreed place, but without exception, he did not show up. I gradually died, my heart was full of resentment towards him, but I hated him and missed him at the same time, and I dreamed in my dreams that he appeared in front of me, hugged me and said sorry, I was late. ”
The girl was dressed in a black cotton suit, standing on the railing of the bridge, her hair was messy from the wind, she bit her lower lip, her face was pale, but she finally listened quietly.
"Now, it's been three years, and I know that I blamed him wrong, he didn't leave me, but I hated him for three years, living like a walking dead every day." Speaking of this, Lan Yuan remembered the words written by Jiang Yun again, and the words were affectionate.
The tears in his eyes fell uncontrollably, "For three years, I have been hating him. At least now you know that he is gone and loves you dearly, that their family treats you like their own daughter, and that your common child will be born to accompany you. He, never again, I'll never see him, I'll never have anyone like him to love me again......"
Lan Kite had already approached the girl, and she wanted to pull the girl off the railing of the bridge, but she squatted down uncontrollably to cover her face and cried bitterly. The girl looked at Lan Kite's trembling body, and she really wasn't making up a story to persuade her.
After a while, her mind seemed to wake up instantly, her eyes slowly focused, and with light, the girl got off the bridge, squatted beside her and patted her back, "Our common child? What does this phrase mean? ”
Lan Yuan looked up at the girl, and couldn't help crying and laughing, obviously she was persuading the girl to turn back, but she was emotionally out of control. Wiping away tears and suppressing emotions, "Well, you have a little life in your belly, if I guess correctly, it should be your common child." ”
The girl touched her belly, as if her period had been postponed for several days. She didn't notice this detail all these days of sadness and resentment, but she was full of doubts, "But how do you know?" ”
"Believe me, he must be looking at you, seeing that you are so sad that you don't even want your life to go with him, how guilty and sad his heart is."
The girl looked at Lan Kite, her eyes flashed with determination, for some reason she was sure that Lan Kite was not lying, she could even feel that Qing Nan was behind her.
The girl's guess was right, Qing Nan was holding her affectionately behind her - she had his child, he was a father, but he could no longer be by her side.
The girl stood up, this was a slightly chubby girl, her face was a little cute, about one meter six tall, and the black cotton clothes on her body were swaying slightly in the wind at the moment.
The wind blew with warmth. It's irresistibly warm like the warmth of a campfire.
The girl looked at Lan Kite, her pale face gradually flushed, her face was grateful, and her eyes were even more firm, as if a pair of wings had been born behind her, and she suddenly had a very powerful power.
That power, that wings, was brought to her by the child in her womb.
"Thank you!" The girl touched her stomach and made a warm sound.
Su Ying raised her head but just looked at her, and gave the girl a faint smile. The girl suddenly felt a little excited in her heart, took her hand and said, "Thank you very much, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have known that I already had a child that I and Qingnan shared." Why are your hands so cold? ”
Blame herself, if it weren't for herself, she wouldn't stand here and endure the whirring cold wind, the girl held her hand guiltily and blamed herself, rubbed her palm, and snorted the heat.
Su Ying shook slightly, and was ejected from Lan Kite's body. She finally seized the opportunity and was kicked out again, why did she forget about this stubble? Can't let people rub her palms!!
Wen Yizhen is standing behind him! He will definitely come to hold Lan Kite later, so she will miss it again!
Lan Kite blinked. There was a moment in her heart that she missed a beat, as if she had just been confused again.
The girl was still holding her palm and smiling sweetly, "Thank you, I won't commit suicide again, I will definitely live well." ”
Lan Kite knew that she was reassuring herself, a promise to Qing Nan and herself, and a chance for the child to come into this world.
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At this time, Lan Yuan's body did not have the warmth of the girl just now, and there was only deep tiredness and pain. If there are people around, it will definitely make people have a strong desire to protect her.
There is one person who is. Not far away, Wen Yizhen was in front of her, looking at her face with sorrow, his heart was like ten thousand ants devouring his reason. What if she loves someone else?! She can only be his!
Wen Yizhen was deeply hostile to Jiang Yun, and even had the idea that if Jiang Yun dared to appear in front of him, he would be eliminated from him. But unexpectedly, Jiang Yun passed away a long time ago. Then, he has already lost most of this battle before he has fought, and in the memory of time since then, there must be Jiang Yun in the corner of Lan Yuan's heart. Unshakable.
She stood at the head of the bridge, and the cold wind whirled into her neck, but it did not dilute her sad thoughts. On the contrary, it seemed to help the abuse, which spread the sadness in her heart even more. It seemed to be looking ahead, but it was really unfocused, his eyes were scattered, and huge tears fell silently and quickly.
Jiang Yun, in the future, what will I miss you? Are these suicide notes just a testament proof that you've ever been in my world?
Time slipped away little by little, and the wind became stronger and stronger, and Lan Kite stood there still unmoved. Wen Yizhen was so distressed that she took off her coat and put it on for her. Lan Kite still looked ahead.
Wen Yizhen's eyebrows jumped, she couldn't bear it anymore, and pulled her body into her arms. Lan Kite did not resist, still in his arms, his eyes were blank, as if his soul had been drained.
Wen Yizhen was angry and distressed, so he could only hug her tightly without looking at her expression.
Such an action did not last long, Lan Yuan pushed Wen Yizhen away, and walked forward mechanically, she was going to a place, to the place where they met again a few days ago, she believed that Jiang Yun's soul must still be waiting for her there!
Lan Kite walked, clutching the envelope tightly in her hand, and Wen Yizhen's coat draped over her also slipped due to inertia. It felt like someone had forgotten about it.