Before the man arrives, the voice comes first.

That soft sneer made Zhong Lingxin feel a little sore at the corners of his eyes for some reason.

Zhong Lingxin sat up from the bed suddenly, looked at the person at the door in a daze, and suddenly felt like a world away.

She approached step by step, and every step seemed to be stepping on Zhong Lingxin's heart, light and warm.

The soft green silk is like a waterfall pouring down, and the skin on the face of the eyebrows is delicate and fair, without a trace of time.

Her bright eyes were like a pool of autumn water, clear and cheerful, and her two reddish lips were as moist as flower petals.

A shallow pear vortex next to the slightly hooked corner of his mouth was full of smiles.

A pair of slender hands gently opened the curtains, and the wrists were like jade, and the skin was like snow.

In the warm sun, it shines like porcelain.

She was standing by the window, the bright early winter sun shining through the window, casting dappled light and shadow on her face.

The figure bathed in the sun, with a soft halo around his body, seemed to have a fairy aura that seemed to be absent.

Zhong Lingxin's eyes kept following her, she faintly felt that something was wrong, but she didn't know why.

She blinked vigorously a few times and called softly.

"Mom's ......"

When Su Ruoxue heard the sound, she looked sideways at Zhong Lingxin, and saw that she looked stunned like a goose.

She couldn't help but laugh out loud, as pleasant as a silver bell, and the smile in the corners of her eyes deepened.

Su Ruoxue was wearing a light blue dress, and Lianbu walked towards her lightly.

The flowing skirt ripples like a lake.

She tapped her finger on the center of Lingxin's eyebrows, and said a little jokingly:

"It's really getting longer and more stupid, and I don't know who it's like. You won't forget what day it is, will you? ”

Zhong Lingxin suddenly looked confused, thinking hard about this question in his mind, but he couldn't find the answer.

She blinked blankly and muttered uncertainly.

"Could it be Lan Lan's birthday and me?"

Su Ruoxue's eyes also bent with laughter, and she scraped the tip of her nose with her fingers helplessly.

"You're stupid. Even your own birthday was forgotten. ”

After Su Ruoxue smoothed Zhong Lingxin's somewhat messy hair, she said with some disgust:

"Don't stay in bed, get up and brush your teeth and wash your face. Mom cooked longevity noodles for you, otherwise it won't taste good when it cools. ”

Su Ruoxue saw that Zhong Lingxin was still motionless, and her slender willow eyebrows couldn't help but raise slightly.

Su Ruoxue ripped off the quilt on Zhong Lingxin's body and dragged her up from the bed.

Zhong Lingxin's body instantly stiffened, like a puppet with a string, and was silently pulled out of the room by Su Ruoxue.

Zhong Lingxin watched as Zhong Lingnan looked stunned and brought out two large bowls of longevity noodles from the kitchen.

The two bowls of longevity noodles were still bubbling with hot mist, which made her eyes redden, and the tip of her nose was pantothenic.

Zhong Lingnan gently put the two large bowls on the dining table, turned to look back at Zhong Lingxin, and smiled at her.

He saw Zhong Lingxin's dejected expression, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Somewhat worried, he walked up to her side, a look of concern on his face.

"Sister, what's wrong with you?"

Zhong Lingnan pursed her lower lip and stretched out her hand worriedly, covering Zhong Lingxin's forehead.

He couldn't help but murmur softly:

"What's the matter, you're not sick?"

The hand was limp and warm.

The two different temperatures collided, and Zhong Lingxin's heart trembled slightly.

Zhong Lingxin felt as if he had a fever, his eyes were dizzy, and he was so sick that he couldn't wake up.

She gently pulled his hand down and took the soft hand lightly.

Zhong Lingxin's eyes wandered over his mother and younger brother, lingering.

Su Ruoxue held her cheeks and stared at the two of them with a smile on the side, her eyes full of gentle smiles.

"You Uncle Tang, I'll come over later, let's go to the amusement park together today to celebrate your birthday."

Zhong Lingxin's eyebrows raised slightly, and he didn't realize which Uncle Tang it was.

"Uncle Tang?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a regular knock on the door suddenly sounded.

Zhong Lingnan's eyes lit up, like a happy little rabbit, and he ran to the door.

As the door slowly opened, Tang Haoqiang's face with a scar immediately broke into Zhong Lingxin's eyes.

He scratched his head in embarrassment, holding a bouquet of bright red roses in his hand.

Tang Haoqiang grinned at them, revealing a mouthful of white flowers.

The scar seemed to have softened from the smile.

He innocently stretched out his hand and handed the fiery rose to Su Ruoxue, and his handsome face was flushed.

A suspicious flush also crept up on Su Ruoxue's face, and her smile was as beautiful as a flower blooming in her hand.

"I love the flowers you sent."

She gently patted Tang Haoqiang's arm, and a trace of shame flashed in her eyes.

"What are you doing standing stupidly, as stunned as my family's spiritual heart, come in and sit."

Tang Haoqiang nodded with a smile and brought in the birthday gift.

He touched the heads of Zhong Lingxin's sister and brother, and his gentle eyes were full of warmth.

Zhong Lingnan excitedly dismantled the long-awaited game console and shook Tang Haoqiang's arm coquettishly.

Zhong Lingxin silently opened the gift box, lowered his eyes, and looked thoughtfully at the camouflage crossbow.

Her eyes were pale in water, like a glittering tear.

It's nice that they're all there.

Everyone was smiling and showing happiness on their faces, and their eyes were shining with happiness.

Laughter and laughter filled the house where Zhong Lingxin had lived for 20 years, and it was as beautiful as a fairy tale.

A bewitching voice like a kraken kept echoing in her head, and if she stayed here, she could be happy forever.

The temptation that can penetrate the depths of people's souls makes Zhong Lingxin have no power to parry.

The inexplicable sense of disobedience that surged in her heart was also subconsciously ignored by her.

She murmured to herself.

If it was a dream, then she would never want to wake up.

Su Ruoxue looked at her still standing in a daze, glanced at her with disgust, and said softly:

"Uncle Tang has arrived, and you are still grinding here.

Go brush your teeth and wash your face, and then eat the noodles. We're all waiting for you here. ”

This sentence brought back Zhong Lingxin, who was immersed in thoughts.

She bowed slightly, stepped out of the living room, and entered the bathroom.

Zhong Lingxin wanted to wash up quickly, but was attracted by the glowing mirror on the wall.

It was a heart-shaped mirror, and the jade frame seemed to be filled with a lamp, glowing with dazzling colored light.

The person in the mirror, with long hair and a shawl, fair skin, beautiful facial features, and a childishness that does not understand the world.

Zhong Lingxin raised his hand curiously and gently stroked the beautiful mirror in front of him.

Suddenly, the mirror on the wall looked like a calm lake, and a stone fell into it, rippling in circles.

Zhong Lingxin immediately retracted his hand as if he had been burned by something.

She covered her mouth tightly and looked in surprise at the changed appearance in the mirror.

The long hair turned into a spontaneous and free short hair in the blink of an eye.

Her youthful countenance did not change in the slightest.

It's just that those eyes, revealing the vicissitudes of the annual rings, seem to have experienced thousands of world events.

The soul that had been floating vaguely overlapped with a blurred face.

Zhong Lingxin frowned slightly, and his eyes flickered almost invisibly.

An even more bizarre scene appeared, and on the mirror facing her, a line of colorful words suddenly flashed.

You are not Zhong Lingxin.

Zhong Lingxin stared at the line of words and was in a trance for a while.

Strange phenomenon, inexplicable words.

She is not Zhong Lingxin, so who is she.

The whole world seemed to fall silent for a moment.

The blood in Zhong Lingxin's whole body seemed to be congealed, and an inexplicable chill spread from the soles of his feet.

She shivered slightly, looking at the words that had dissipated.

Outside the door came the whispers of her family, their smiling faces flashing back to her mind.

Zhong Lingxin closed her eyes, and a drop of cold sweat slid down her forehead and cheeks.

In an instant, it dripped on the floor tiles, ticked, and smashed a splash.

She opened her eyes again, as if the scene had been a hallucination.

The bathroom mirror was restored to a normal mirror.

She rubbed the mirror frame several times, but it never glowed again.

The corners of Zhong Lingxin's mouth twitched, and he picked up the toothbrush with an indifferent expression and washed it indiscriminately.

She pretended to sit at the table as if nothing had happened, picking up the chopsticks on the table.

Pick up the noodles one by one, put them in your mouth, and taste them slowly.

The familiar taste buried in the bottom of my heart belongs to the taste of my mother.

Zhong Lingnan next to him began to put down the bowl in his hand and touched his bulging stomach with a satisfied face.

Zhong Lingxin couldn't help but speed up, and soon a large bowl of noodles and even soup were destroyed by her.

She was hoping in the bottom of her heart.

Every time I have a birthday in the future, I can eat the longevity noodles cooked by my mother.

She is looking forward to going to the playground as a family, a wish she has had since she was a child.

Zhong Lingxin concealed the strange things that happened in the bathroom before, and took that scene as his hallucination.

She didn't tell her family about the strange thing.

When Su Ruoxue saw that she had finished eating, she seemed to remember something, and said with interest:

"Didn't you say yesterday that your boyfriend would come today? Come with us to the amusement park. ”

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhong Lingxin was directly petrified in place.

"Boyfriend?!"

The mobile phone on the table rang at the right time, and Zhong Lingxin was shocked to return to his soul instantly.

Zhong Lingxin took the mobile phone handed over by Su Ruoxue, and the phone was still ringing persistently.

She glanced at the screen, and the name of the note was Sticky Cat.

The corners of Zhong Lingxin's mouth twitched, but after a while, he picked it up.

There seemed to be a low laugh coming from the microphone, pleasant as silk bamboo and pearl jade, and her ears were soft to hear.

"Little Star, I'm waiting for you downstairs at your house, hurry up!"

Zhong Lingxin swallowed his saliva, and countless thoughts quickly circulated in his mind a few times.

It seems that he really has a boyfriend.