Lin Yincheng's eyes were hollow, and his eyes were gloomy.

He felt pain all over his body, and he vaguely returned to the gray period of his childhood.

His mother, who whispered softly to him during the day and had a warm pulse, would turn into a devil with a silver needle at night.

In the past, he didn't understand how his mother could become crazy because of a dead person.

Now, he's met the darkness.

She caught all her eyes.

For Lin Yincheng, this world is only black and white.

But the light that emanated from her body illuminated his whole world and occupied all his thoughts.

I don't know when, she has become an obsession, his heart has been shackled, and he has long since sunk.

And Lin Yincheng felt like an ugly puppet at the moment.

A sharp knife sliced through his mutilated body, leaving all the darkness inside in front of her.

He was afraid that seeing her slowly fall towards the horizon like the setting sun.

Little by little, with that warmth and beauty, he slowly left his own world.

As soon as this thought flashed, Lin Yincheng's eyes were dim, and he was so uncomfortable that he covered his chest, resisting the painful pain.

In the room, Lin Bangguo was silent for a long time after a great sorrow.

The tears on his face had long since dried, and there was a faint and imperceptible inexplicable meaning in his eyes.

"Girl, you can grant the old man's dying request. Always be by this poor child's side and don't leave him. ”

Lin Bangguo's voice trembled slightly.

This request made Zhong Ling's heart shake for a while, and he was silent.

All kinds of emotions are like a fish in the throat.

Forever, the word is too lingering, too heavy.

Zhong Lingxin's heart surged with a burst of sourness for no reason, and the indescribable emotions slowly fermented.

She looked at the old man who was about to die, and there was hope in her eyes.

Zhong Lingxin's mind was hot, and he opened his mouth to break the stiff atmosphere.

"I dare not promise forever, but if he does not leave, I will not give up."

The expression on Zhong Lingxin's face was solemn, and he looked directly into the old man's eyes.

That Qing Lingling's voice sounded in Lin Yincheng's ears.

All the way into his chest, it set off layers of waves in his heart lake.

Her vision, which had been dimmed by those painful memories, was instantly lit up by her words.

It was as if she had crashed into that lifeless world with a body of starlight.

Lin Bangguo looked at Zhong Lingxin, who solemnly promised him, and said hello three times in a row.

There was a smile of relief on the face that had been tense, and the gloomy gloom that had been blocking his chest also disappeared.

Zhong Lingxin's words were like a reassuring pill, making his clenched fists finally slowly loosen.

After being overjoyed and excited, he only felt like he had been drained at this moment.

Like the end of a strong crossbow, it is crumbling and angry.

When he was dying, the eyes that had been deeply buried by the vicissitudes of time became radiant, full of red light, and looked energetic.

Lin Bangguo suddenly lifted the quilt, got off the bed, and grabbed Zhong Lingxin's wrist.

The green tendons on the hands of the dry wood were clearly visible, as cold as the cold snow on a winter morning.

The biting chill from his hand made Zhong Ling's heart stiffen.

She suddenly lowered her head with sadness on her face.

The old man has begun to return to his light.

Zhong Lingxin's eyebrows moved almost invisibly, and the sadness in his eyes continued to overflow.

She silently let Lin Bangguo pull her to the door.

Lin Bangguo opened the bedroom door and looked at Lin Yincheng with a loving expression.

A chrysanthemum-petaled smile bloomed from his wrinkled face.

Lin Bangguo's other hand dragged Lin Yincheng's hand and held the hands of the two together again.

There seemed to be a gleam in his eyes.

The brilliance flowed, and the voice became as powerful as a bell.

"Stinky boy, take this girl and leave, grandpa is going to a good place.

This day is about to change, no matter how hard it is, you two have to live well. ”

Lin Bangguo glanced deeply at the two young men, and then turned around straight.

With a bang, the bedroom door was closed by Lin Bangguo.

He hobbled to the edge of the bed and slowly lay back on the bed.

The fire in those deep eyes dimmed, and the light on his face faded.

Lin Bangguo's eyelids trembled, and he gradually closed his eyes, but the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, with a satisfied smile.

The serene appearance made people think that he was just too tired and fell asleep.

The two men outside the door stood silently, and did not listen to him and leave, but stayed here to say their final goodbyes to him.

Soon, the faint breath came to an abrupt halt.

Zhong Lingxin looked at the door in front of him, his eyes couldn't help but moisten, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

She remembered that when her mother left, there was also a door between them, and life and death were blurred from then on.

Grief turns into thousands of invisible ribbons, wrapped around the heart, unable to untie or brushed away.

The dead are gone, and this is a destination that humans cannot escape.

To be strong and live well, the living must take a step forward and embrace the unknowable future.

Lin Yincheng looked at the direction where Lin Bangguo left with a faint gaze.

His expression was indifferent, and an imperceptible sadness flashed under his eyes.

In his eyes, there is a kind of mechanical and dullness, as if he has been drained of his soul.

That dejected look made Zhong Lingxin a little worried.

She looked at Lin Yincheng fixedly, the corners of her mouth moved, but she didn't know how to comfort him.

Lin Yincheng's eyebrows narrowed slightly, staring at her hazy teary eyes, feeling that the unspeakable sadness had been half divided by her.

He clenched that hand, the warm touch that made people reluctant to let go.

Lin Yincheng pulled her and left the mansion quietly.

Suddenly, the mournful cry of the old butler came from behind him.

Lin Yincheng's footsteps paused, and the two of them stood under an ancient tree that had lost all its leaves.

His face was gloomy, and a dark color flashed in his eyes.

Lin Yincheng slowly reached out and wrapped Zhong Lingxin into his arms, burying his head heavily in her neck, as if he had unloaded all his strength.

"I used to hate him all the time. In the darkness, I thought to myself that if he hadn't taken me away from the woman, maybe she would still be alive. ”

"I didn't think of him as a relative, I thought he was just a dispensable stranger to me. I was wrong, Spiritual. My heart hurts so much that I can't breathe. ”

Zhong Lingxin listened to the low voice coming from his shoulder, with a trace of choking, and his heart also ached.

There was a little bit of damp heat from the neck socket, which made Zhong Lingxin's body stagnate, and a faint sigh overflowed from his lips.

She slowly raised her hand and circled the man who had begun to cry.

Pieces of snowflakes fell from the sky.

In the snowy sky, she sighed in her heart:

That's it, maybe you can live with him all the time and go on with him.