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On the snow-white hospital bed, "Anan, don't blame Konishi, she didn't mean it, I was careless!" Ling Yuexi was slinging, with a little face as white as paper, and stretched out her hand to caress Chu Tiannan's slender and white hands weakly, and stroked them gently.

"At this time, you are still speaking for her!" The anger in Chu Tiannan's eyes struck up little by little again, and he pulled his hand back, "Xi'er? Didn't you say that you have to wait for the Nordics? Do you see you? If you don't want to go, you can go to the United States? ”

"Anan, when I'm discharged from the hospital, I'll leave here! But when you leave, can you leave something for me? Am I not going to listen to you? She raised her weaker hand and supported her little pale face, her big eyes moist and misty.

"Yes!" Chu Tiannan didn't wait for Ling Yuexi to finish speaking, a pair of powerful big palms wrapped the cold slender hands, his heart was cold, and so were the petite hands, big eyes, innocent eyes, calm faces, and weak hands.

"I want to ......"

After hearing the request, Chu Tiannan's face sank, his thin lips pursed into a sharp straight line, and a trace of cold air overflowed in the straight line, cold and swishing.

"Anan, listen to me......" Ling Yuexi begged, her eyes pitiful, "My thoughts are like this......"

"Good! Not an example! The cold on Chu Tiannan's face gradually receded, but there was still a trace of frost stuck in the bottom of his black eyes.

Because of the exertion just now, layers of cold sweat appeared on Ling Yuexi's face, and her breath became thicker little by little.

Chu Tiannan stepped forward with concern and helped her slender arm, his voice was dark and hoarse, "Lie down, don't think about these messy things." ”

"No!" She stretched out her slender hand violently and grabbed his powerful palm, "I have one more thing, you must promise me!" Her lips were delicate, and her voice was long, thin, and weak, "Anan, promise me, otherwise I won't feel at ease when I leave here." ”

"Good!" He gritted his teeth, and the ink-stained streamer flashed with a hint of darkness.

"After I leave, let Leng Xiaoxi take care of you, and I will be relieved!" The corners of Ling Yuexi's eyes flashed, her face was dull, and there was a faint sadness and worry in her voice.

"I'll take care of myself, and then there's Cuong!" His eyes were darkened, the starlight was dark, and he didn't say a word about the woman he had just beaten.

"Your body can't leave the hospital for three days and two ends, and you need a woman to take care of you, Ah Qiang is a man, how can you take care of it?" Ling Yuexi's bright eyes stared at those black eyes tightly, and she didn't relax for a moment, even that breath was in her throat, she was waiting for an answer.

"Xi'er? How long have you been in the United States, I hope you will come back soon to take care of me, and when you come back, we are officially engaged, and I will definitely give you a fair and honest name! No matter what has happened before? Chu Tiannan's voice was sonorous and powerful, and his ink-stained eyes stared fiercely at Ling Yuexi's touching little face.

Ling Yuexi's eyes flashed brightly with a hint of joy, she slowly let go of Chu Tiannan's big hand, and a trace of melancholy crossed her face, "If I'm not here, I'm worried about you!" She didn't mention Leng Xiaoxi again, and her heart was full of spring tides.

"It'll be fine soon, I'll get a divorce tomorrow morning, I'll wait for you to come back!" His big warm hands held the cold little hand tightly, and the corners of his mouth quietly stretched out. "I'm going to hold a formal wedding for you!"

A thick smile flashed in the corner of Ling Yuexi's eyes.

The atmosphere here is strong, but the light rain outside the window is endless.

Leng Xiaoxi was walking in the rain indifferently, walking towards the distance with empty eyes, aimlessly, taking one step at a time, like a wandering person!

Wandering in the wind and rain, there is no place to shelter from the rain.

The rain wet her green silk, and it flowed along the wisps of green silk, dripping and dripping......

The wet green silk hung on her forehead sideburns, sticky, blurring her vision.

The salty rain was merciless, and it hit the wound on her forehead ruthlessly, like sprinkling salt on the wound, which made her feel pain, but she didn't feel any pain in her heart.

I think it's just an ant gnawing at itself, and it's not painful, it's just painful.

Under the white veil, the flawless face was completely exposed, but it was swollen and tall, the muscles were torn and painful as soon as they moved, five swollen hills, clear finger marks, you don't need to look at her to guess the swollen ugly appearance, the blood scab at the corner of the mouth was soaked by the rain, cracked, closed, cracked again, and so on, but the blood in the mouth seeped out again.

She paused in pain and took a sip of the autumn cold, but when she thought of the pain in her heart, she felt that it was too insignificant, the wound on her forehead, the finger marks on her face, all of them were like being bitten by mosquitoes, and they would soon pass.

It's just the pain of the skin, how can there be the pain in the bottom of the heart?

The pain in her heart is incomparable, just like a knife with thousands of knives in her chest, on the tip of her heart, one knife after another, endlessly, blood gushes out, filling her chest, what kind of severe pain it is, she can't tell clearly, she only feels that her breathing is messed up.

After taking another breath, she found that her chest was throbbing violently, and the pain was so painful that she couldn't breathe.

Leaning against the corner, she held on to the wall, and she gasped for breath in pain, but the pain in her chest hit one after another, and she was about to lose the pain......

Her breathing became more and more difficult, her chest became more and more stuffy, she couldn't help but lean her hands against the wall, and her breath became heavier and heavier, when she couldn't bear it,

fluttering,

A mouthful of blood spat out.

Her lips trembled slightly, pale and bloodless, hanging with the unfinished bloodstains, bright and lonely like peach blossoms, but this brightness was washed away by the light rain falling from the heavenly street, and the lips were still pale, and there was a crimson blood scab, which was still shocking and breathtaking.

Her heart was empty, completely empty, her dreams, her thoughts, her last hidden sinking by that palm.

The exorcism is still there, but the soul is gone.

Under the street lamp,

Leng Xiaoxi, who was more sad than thoughtful, slowly dragged her tired body and walked stiffly in the direction of the study, but there were no tears in her eyes, only the rain fell from that cold and pale face......

Under the street lamp, the lonely shadow is thin and long, lonely, lonely, and desolate.

Her face was pale, her cold fingers stiffened and cooled little by little in the rain, and even her whole body was cold and cold, she seemed to lose consciousness all of a sudden......

The autumn night slowly approached the sky, and the night gradually thickened.

There is nowhere to say desolation.

There were still people passing by on the street, occasionally glancing at her.

"Isn't this the woman who just posted on Weibo just now, I heard that it's really ruthless, and she miscarred the child in the main room as a junior!"

"What a shame!"

"It's just that it's so rampant!"

"It's shameless!"

Popping, vegetable leaves, eggs were thrown out of the road quickly, and with a sound, they hit her head, face, and body one by one......

The corners of her mouth twitched slightly, and bursts of laughter came out, her heart was numb, everything that should have come came, what else was terrible for her, what was more terrible than a dead heart.

Death is not terrible, it is a relief!

If you don't live or die, it's better to live than to die, it's terrible!

"Kill this vixen, vixen!"

"If you want to marry into a wealthy family, there is no door!"

"What a shame!"

"Phew!"

Along the way, the shouting and scolding along the way did not stop at all, and at about ten o'clock, she returned to the door of the study house with a face of egg flowers, rotten leaves, and a smell of rotten eggs.

Gu Wanrou and Zhou Yang, who had been busy all day, had already left.

She pulls out the key, where is the key? She searched for a long time but couldn't find it, her heart was even more desolate, homeless, nowhere to go, no one to rely on, her heart was bleak.

The autumn rain was cold, the autumn wind was whining, she was so cold that she shivered, she stepped up the steps, curled up in front of the door, her body trembled against the door, her hands clasped her shoulders, and she looked up at the dark night, like a huge screen in front of her, no, in front of her life,

Is her path at the end of the road?

Isn't there a way of your own in this huge world? The tip of her heart was cut by the knife, the pain made the corners of her mouth cold, her head became more and more inexplicably heavier, her eyelids drooped weakly, her body curled tighter, and she couldn't help but feel a bone-chilling coldness soaked into her bone marrow.

It was so cold that she couldn't help but shiver all over her body, and her nose was sour, and she sneezed! I feel a lot more refreshed.

However, his head was still very heavy, and his whole body and limbs gradually became weak.

She slowly sank into sleep.

The autumn flowers are bleak and the autumn grass grows, the autumn lights come to the night long, and the autumn window is endless, the wind and rain help the desolation, the tears and candles are shaking and short, and the old hatred is moving. Whose autumn courtyard has no wind to enter, where is there no sound of rain in the autumn window?

What's more, she was still curled up on the street without autumn windows, helpless, and the desolate autumn wind blew frequently, blowing through her clothes, blowing bursts of bone-chilling cold, and swept into the heart of the only duckweed in her heart, which was still miserable and miserable than Daiyu.

There was a tear quietly dyed on the long slightly curly eyelashes, like a drop of pearl just embellished, crystal clear, condensed and painful.

She found that she suddenly opened a pair of wings, flew over the snow-capped snow-capped mountains, flew over the waterfalls with thousands of clouds and smoke, she fell on the end of the mountain in a daze, the flowers and fruits are fragrant, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, the lake is like a mirror, the boat is rocking, the weeping willows are clinging, a dreamlike scenery, like the countryside in Willow Bay, but not Willow Bay......

She rested on the branches,

Finding a familiar figure, her heart gradually warmed up, just now she found that her chest was cold and cold, but now it is warm, like a spring breeze blowing on her head, and the layer of ice in her heart gradually melted.

Grandmother? The kind grandmother, dressed in light blue clothes, was bending over to plant seedlings in the green paddy field, and Fan Bo was helping on the side, humming a beautiful folk song.

She shouted excitedly, "Grandma, grandma," but after looking at the shouting, the scene just now was still the same as before, and there was no change at all, she was anxious and called out louder.

Immediately after, a beautiful and picturesque woman appeared in front of her grandmother, who was smiling towards her, her kind face, her heart was warmer, who was that, wasn't that a beautiful young mother? She fluttered her wings excitedly, "Mommy, Mommy! ”

When the beautiful mother opened her arms and rushed towards herself, suddenly a sea water rushed in, her heart ached, and in an instant, a sea water surging from the sky to the earth flooded the mountains and rivers just now, grandma, Fan Bo, and mother? Drowned?

"Grandma, mother," a hoarse heart-rending cry disappeared into the hazy drizzle, she woke up suddenly, a gust of autumn wind blew, the cold was thick, and her heart was also filled with autumn wind and autumn rain, extremely desolate.

Looking at the dark night, her heart was still like ashes, she was tired, she should have been tired.

Does she hate him,

Don't hate!

Does she blame him,

Never!

There was nothing in her heart, empty, and the thin length of her body had gradually burned into a ball of ashes, quietly melting in the cold autumn wind and autumn rain.