It was late at night, and the wind blew the glass back and forth. In the room, there was dead silence.

"He Beichen, what are you procrastinating? Haven't you finished a comprehensive paper until now? ”

Xie Lan knocked on the door of Beichen's study.

"He Beichen, I'll talk to you, did you hear that?"

Seeing that Bei Chen ignored her, Xie Lan became angry and twisted open the door of the study.

I saw that half of He Beichen's body was paralyzed in blood, and the blood stains on the desk were unbearable.

The Ingisha knife beside Bei Chen was extra dazzling.

"Chenchen, Chenchen, wake up." Xie Lan cried and patted He Beichen's cheek.

Bei Chen was lying on the blood-red desk unusually peacefully, and the boy's eyes were closed tightly, and he had lost consciousness.

"You kid, what stupid are you doing?" Xie Lan shed a lot of tears.

The woman was helpless by what had happened suddenly, and she tore at her hair so hard that she wailed helplessly.

Looking at the child in the pool of blood, Xie Lan gradually regained his composure.

"Hey, is it 120? I've got an accident with a kid......"

On a seemingly peaceful night, the sound of the ambulance broke the silence of the night, and the streets and alleys were immersed in the ** of the ambulance.

As soon as the door of the emergency room closed, Xie Lan felt that his brain was blank.

The woman sat nervously on the seat at the door of the emergency room, her palms in cold sweat and her eyes glazed ahead.

Xie Lan had never felt so panicked, she was lonely, just such a child, could God take it away from her hands?

The woman didn't feel to tell Lao He all this, she was more afraid than worried.

If something happens to Beichen, he is the only grandson of the He family, and the hope of the whole family will be unimaginable.

Xie Lan thought so, and saw the doctor in the white coat walk out.

The woman uncontrollably grabbed the doctor's hand tightly: "Doctor, my son, is he still saved?" ”

"Don't get excited, calm down. The child has lost a lot of blood and is now in urgent need of a blood transfusion.

My child has blood type B, is your blood type matching his? ”

"I'm also blood type B, quick, pump mine." The woman sobbed and pleaded.

The needle tube penetrated into Xie Lan's skin, overflowing with bright red blood columns.

After drawing blood, Xie Lan felt dizzy, but he cheered up and waited for the results on the side.

The woman lived like a year, she couldn't sit still, stood up, and walked in a circle at the door of the emergency room.

Xie Lan's mind came to Beichen's words: .

"I'm serious enough. I'll take one day off a week, and you're all right.

From morning to evening, I had a full schedule of ......"

The woman sighed, self-blame and guilt like a mountain, overwhelming her.

Why? Why is this happening? He shouldn't!

At this time, the door of the emergency room opened, and He Beichen, who was lying in the ambulance, was pushed out.

"Your child is out of danger, and now you can rest assured."

Xie Lan breathed a long sigh of relief and felt the boulder suspended in his heart fall to the ground.

"Thank you, doctor." She struggled to contain her excitement.

"However, the child is still very weak and needs to be hospitalized for a period of time......

Before the doctor could finish speaking, Xie Lan interrupted him:

"Doctor, no, isn't the child out of danger? His schoolwork was tight and he couldn't afford to delay.

Prescribe me some medicine that will help me heal the wound, and I'll take him home." ”

"You take him home, can you guarantee that he won't happen again?" The doctor said, frowning.

"I said that the children were so badly injured that they almost died. Why are you like this, still thinking about your studies.

Is his life important, or is his study important? ”

"But .......," Xie Lan wanted to explain again.

"But what? You can't wait until he's healed. The doctor reproached.

"And how long will he recover?" The woman's heart is still a little unwilling.

"It's hard to say," the doctor shook his head, "it depends on his own recovery, a week if it's good, three weeks if it's slow." ”

"Ah, how long is it going to take?" Xie Lan sighed.

"What's so long about this, it's mainly about healing. If the wound is infected, it will be more serious. ”

The doctor patted Xie Lan on the shoulder, "Didn't I say you, the child self-harmed, don't you know?" His heart was twisted.

He needs to recuperate more in this kind of mentality, and if you let him go back to school immediately, he will do something more out of the ordinary. ”

"Well, well, I'll go to the hospital." Xie Lan had to heed the doctor's advice.

Beichen was pushed into the general ward, but he was still sleeping deeply, breathing evenly.

His scarred arms were wrapped in dense bandages, and his pale cheeks looked melancholy and serious.

Looking at He Beichen, who was asleep, Xie Lan rubbed his hair frantically again.

"Why, why are you doing this? Are you worthy of those who love you? The woman couldn't help but whimper.

Something unexpected happened, Bei Chen gradually opened his eyes, and he looked at the woman in front of him blankly.

"Where am I?"

"You're awake." Xie Lan looked at him in surprise with red eyes.

"Well, I was woken up by you." He Beichen looked at the bandage on his arm and seemed to understand everything.

"Are you going too far? Is self-harm cool? Did you know that you almost died? ”

Xie Lan tried his best to control his emotions, but he was helpless to vent them.

"Huh, no life? Isn't it bad to die? Bei Chen smiled bitterly, extremely numb.

"He Beichen!" Xie Lan cried and roared, she bit her lip and didn't say any more.

The boy lay on the hospital bed and didn't even look at her: "You go, I don't want to see you." ”

Xie Lan walked out of the ward in a delirious state, only to feel a splitting headache, and she stumbled down the street.

The woman walked right in the middle of the road, completely oblivious to the passing traffic.

A small car was about to hit Xie Lan, and the owner hurriedly braked suddenly:

"Hey, what's going on, walking in the middle of the road, aren't you afraid of being hit?"

Xie Lan turned around impatiently, his tired expression softened slightly, "Ze Zhixun, why are you?" ”

The man in the seat of the car was stunned for a moment, and then showed a charming smile: "Lanlan, it's you." You haven't come home so late?

Come, get in the car, I'll send you. ”

"This ......" Xie Lan looked a little hesitant.

"Come on, it's so late, you can't catch it." Ze Zhixun said and opened the car door.

"Thank you then." The woman said, a little embarrassed and got into the car.

"Where to go? Is it still an old house? Ze Zhixun asked diligently.

Xie Lan didn't speak, just nodded slightly.

Along the way, the two were silent, and the man broke the damn silence first.

"Lanlan, what's wrong with you, what's wrong?" Ze Zhixun looked at the woman's red and swollen eyes and noticed something unusual.

"I'm fine, nothing."

"Lan Lan, tell me if you have anything! See if I can help you? ”

"It's nothing, you don't have to worry about me, I'm fine." She replied coldly.

The sedan was driving through the night, and the tired driving made Ze Zhixun yawn one after another.

The car drove to the gate of a compound, "Okay, the car will stop here, and I'll walk back by myself." ”

As he spoke, Xie Lan took his leather bag and stepped out of the car.

"Hey, don't go, Lan Lan, I haven't sent you home yet." Ze Zhixun hurriedly opened the door and chased the car out.

The woman walked slowly in her high heels, and he walked up to her in three steps and two steps.

Xie Lan looked at the man in front of him with an expressionless face: "No need, you go, I'll go back by myself." ”

As he spoke, he didn't look at him and continued walking.

"Lan Lan", Ze Zhixun grabbed Xie Lan's arm, "Can't you give me another chance?"

I promise, I'll take good care of you. The man's voice trembled slightly.

"Ze Zhixun", Xie Lan shook off the man's big hand, "Didn't I give you a chance?" Our fate is over.

Stop kidding me, okay, I'm a woman in my forties, and my children are eighteen. ”

"Lan Lan, it doesn't matter. I know you haven't been able to let go of He Yuqun, but he's gone.

Life still has such a long way to go, you have to plan for yourself. ”

The woman's tears slipped down her cheeks, but she didn't look back and let the tears flow.

"I know you can't forgive me for saying goodbye, but I really can't help myself.

You can't accept me, but even if your heart is made of stone, I can warm you.

Someday, I will let you accept me again. ”

In the night, Ze Zhixun looked at the back of the woman leaving, and became more and more unwilling.

Xie Lan shook into the door step by step, "Lanlan, can't you give me another chance?"

I promise, I'll take good care of you. ”

Ze Zhixun's vigorous and powerful words hammered on a woman's heart like a heavy hammer.

Thinking about it, Xie Lan woke up again, how could it be? She smiled self-deprecatingly.

The woman habitually walked towards the study, "Beichen, have you finished your paper today?" ”

The moment she walked into the study, Xie Lan was stunned, looking at the empty room, she seemed to remember something.

The woman stared fixedly at the blood-stained desk, and the Ingisha knife next to her winked at her.

Xie Lan got angry and threw the knife out of the window.

She stood there dumbfounded, staring at the bleak red.

Suddenly, she walked towards the bathroom again, and the woman wet the rag and rubbed the desk vigorously.

Seeing that she was about to rub off the surface of the desk, the blood stains were still sticking to it, and she couldn't wipe it clean no matter how she wiped it.

"Why are you torturing me like this?"

Xie Lan threw the rag angrily, and the blood red spread in the basin, and immediately turned into a whole basin of scarlet.

After a moment's pause, she picked herself up again to clean up.

The desk seemed to be joking with her, and she wiped it several times, but the blood did not feel lighter.

Xie Lan slammed his fist on the desk, and his fingers suddenly felt an unforgettable pain.

It couldn't be washed, and the blood stain remained in her heart forever, making her miserable.

This is He Beichen's blood, her son's blood.

Is it all because of her? Is it because of her harsh love for him?

Xie Lan kicked over the basin of water in frustration, and the bright red water, bones, bones and bones were bubbling on the ground.

Slowly, it dripped.

The woman sat on the ground, tears slipping silently.

The pale light reflected the woman's pale face, and the blood that had overflowed from the desk dripped down.

Tick, tick.

One after another was crisp and powerful, like a child's cry resounding in this sleepless night.