Chapter 11 The most beautiful self is for whom
The snowflakes are close at hand, but they are as far away as the horizon and untouchable.
But the cold it brought was not diminished in the slightest.
A gentle arm became a haven at this time, warming Liyuan's trembling body.
For some reason, at this moment, in his arms, I could feel the warmth, peace of mind, and reluctance to leave that I had never had.
For the first time, Liyuan had the happiest smile in her life.
"Don't come here, I'm sick, I have sexually transmitted diseases, AIDS, so don't touch me."
Just when Liyuan felt warm, the movie on the screen also kicked off.
On the cold bank of the river, a girl in a pink sweater curled up on a yellowed paper shell, shivering.
However, at this time, the same warm arm appeared in front of his eyes, holding her in his arms, shielding her from the wind and giving her a harbor.
No one can understand the girl's feelings, maybe only Liyuan can feel it most deeply.
All she refused was that she was not an uncle.
"Stone, don't grieve yourself for others, don't just care about what others think, you have to look at yourself more, you also have to live for yourself, you know?"
"I don't have to worry about my business, who are you, who are you?"
"Me? Maybe it's just a stranger who cares about you once in a while. ”
"Since it's a stranger, I don't need and I don't care."
said that he didn't care, but the tears in his eyes were unassuming.
Li Yuan raised her eyes and secretly glanced at it, hugging her uncle.
We're strangers too, right? Is it? Isn't it?
Are you just the strange uncle who occasionally appears in my world?
Liyuan was fascinated, and her heart was inexplicably sour, this stranger rising in her heart made Liyuan very desperate and heartbroken, and the corners of her eyes were also indisputable.
"Ahem...
I can't help but feel a hot nasal cavity.
"What's wrong with you?"
Li Yuan hurriedly covered her mouth and nose to cover her overflowing nosebleed.
Shook his head again and again. "It's okay, I'll go to the bathroom."
Before Liu Xing could respond, he got up and left after speaking.
Dr. Chen's words rang in my ears again.
There's a month left at most, so ...
Looking at the blush in his hand, Liyuan never cared before, because he would appear in his life every day.
But today, for some reason, Liyuan is in pain, and that pain is not for herself.
When she came to the bathroom and looked at her embarrassed appearance, Liyuan didn't dare to rely on herself for the first time.
This is the first time in my life that I want to be pretty, beautiful, and let myself return to my uncle with the best, and I don't want him to see it.
The dress in her hand appeared in Liyuan's sight.
wiped the blood from his face, then walked into the back room, changed the clothes that had been with him for nearly twenty years, and put on the gift given to him by Liu Xing.
A gift from a stranger.
Push open the door.
At this moment, a beautiful figure appeared in the mirror.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Liyuan's eyes were in a trance, and she did not have the kind of joy and happiness she imagined.
More is also suspicious, unreal, and even a little numb.
The figure was strange and familiar, as if it was itself and not as if it were not itself.
"Wow, young lady, where did you buy your dress, it's so beautiful."
Just as Liyuan was in her trance, an envious voice came from behind her.
Liyuan looked back and saw a little girl looking at her with big eyes.
Liyuan smiled slightly.
"Isn't it pretty?"
"Pretty, young lady, you are so beautiful today, you must have a little brother with you, giggles...
A pale figure flashed through his mind.
"Maybe it's the strange Shu millet who is also determined!"