Tonight, Lao Lin Cang seemed to be a little tired, just after reviewing more than a dozen documents, he was a little out of breath, and the pen was difficult to hold steadily, suddenly, he coughed, covered his mouth, and blood flowed out of his fingers.

Blood?

Old Lin Cang looked at the blood in his palm, his eyes lost his mind for a moment, and the corners of his mouth flashed with a wry smile.

The blood disease was indeed cured.

But back then, the Tang River in Mobei, the sea of blood and the corpse mountain, how could he stop the hemorrhage when he was injured?

Lao Lin Cang also had another disease, and after that day, it could no longer be cured.

"I'm sick of my heart." Lao Lin Cang picked up the pen again indifferently and continued to bury his head in reviewing the documents.

After reviewing the documents, it was already three o'clock in the middle of the night, Lao Lin Cang went to bed, just tossing and turning, and couldn't sleep, so he picked up his mobile phone, turned on the phone, opened the memo, and read these unforgettable words again.

Looking at it, Lao Lin Cang's eyes gradually moistened.

During the day, in this office, the decision to kill his son was made.

made the decision to leave the grandson completely without a father and mother.

He knew that his grandson would hate himself to death.

He knew that he would never be able to explain these things.

Forget it, it's okay, I'm an old guy who is almost seventy years old anyway.

Bear these on your own, and then go to hell, and you can get rid of it.

Lao Lin Cang opened the album, it was empty, and he turned to the hidden album.

Skillfully enter the password: li

xiao。

The hidden album is opened.

Lots of photos, dense photos.

Lin Cang, who is still in his fifties, is holding an infant baby, a man with a Chinese character face is standing on the left and right, and a woman wearing a floral skirt, and his wife is sitting next to him, this is a family photo, everyone is laughing, even the baby in the swaddling clothes is laughing.

The baby in swaddling clothes has grown up, holding a toy train, lying on the back of the old Lin Cang, smiling and dancing in the thousands of miles of wilderness, and it seems that you can hear the crisp and energetic cute laughter through the photos.

Many, many photos are photos of old Lin Cang and babies.

The baby's eyebrows and eyes were handsome, but his chest was faintly blue.

In these old photos, Lao Lin Cang burst into tears when he looked at it.

The last photo is in the southern suburbs of the imperial capital, Lao Lin Cang put a six-year-old child into the cold chariot with his own hands, and saw the chariot quickly appear in the south direction, he waved goodbye, and the child in the chariot lay in the back seat, crying to Lao Lin Cang through the window.

"Hoo ......"

Old Lin Cang closed his arms and took a deep breath.

The moonlight outside the window illuminated the two lines of tears rolling down Lao Lin Cang's cheeks.

"That's it, no one knows about you."

"Baby, grandpa, as long as you grow up safely."

Old Lin Cang muttered, tears falling silently.

With a sigh, Lao Lin Cang fell into a deep sleep, and two lines of blood slowly flowed out of his nostrils, covering the tear stains on his cheeks.

......

Jingle bells!

"Above the moon, you are looking at ...... distance"

"Xiaoxiao, help your aunt answer the phone!"

"Okay." Lin Xiao picked up the phone on the coffee table, it was the phone number of the supermarket to buy vegetables, and when he just wanted to connect, he found that there seemed to be a familiar phone number in his aunt's communication record, and there was no note, but Lin Xiao felt familiar.

He flipped through his phone and opened the communication records to compare them one by one.

Looking at the same phone number in the two mobile phones, Lin Xiao fell silent.

The sound of my aunt's mobile phone calls continued to ring and did not stop.

"Xiaoxiao, why haven't you answered the phone yet, who called?" Auntie didn't wait for Lin Xiao's reply, wiped her hands and walked out of the kitchen, and saw Lin Xiao sitting silently on the sofa like a statue, her eyes staring directly at her aunt's mobile phone page.

My aunt had a premonition that something was wrong, and she came over with a smile and wanted to take away the phone.

"Huh? Xiao Xiao? ”

Aunt grabbed the phone, but Lin Xiao didn't let go.

There was really a look of panic on my aunt's face.

"Xiao Xiao ......"

Lin Xiao stood up, put out the shabby linen phone number in his aunt's mobile phone, the corners of his mouth hooked up a pale smile, and asked softly, "Auntie, can I ask you one thing?" ”

The aunt sighed and said directly: "That phone number ......"

"Auntie, do you really love me?"

Lin Xiao asked an unexpected question.

The aunt froze in place, looking at the pale but smiling child in front of her.

"Auntie, I used to think that we were just a simple family."

Lin Xiao's face was pale, and he said softly with a smile.

"I thought your love for me was very honest."

"I'm really happy to have lost my parents, but to be alive in your arms."

"But now, how do I feel that it was a dream before?"

The moment he said this, Lin Xiao burst into tears with a smile.

"It dawned on me that I didn't know anything about you, my favorite aunt."

"My younger brother Qin Zha is not an ordinary person, he is the reincarnation of Nezha."

"This home seems to be just what I thought it was."

Lin Xiao's smile turned into pain.

From his eyes, his aunt saw a strange emotion.

This time, my aunt really panicked and grabbed Lin Xiao!

"Xiao Xiao, listen to me!"

Lin Xiao gently took away his aunt's palm, he smiled and said, "Auntie, it used to be a dream, right?" ”

"Before, I didn't know everything, right?"

"It's a dream now, wake up, right?"

Although Lin Xiao was laughing, he looked so desperate, the blonde hair hanging down in front of his forehead no longer had a bright color, but was covered with a thick layer of gray, and he couldn't see the light in the young general's eyes clearly.

The aunt shook her head with tears in her eyes, wanting to take Lin Xiao into her arms.

Lin Xiao took two steps back and looked at his aunt in despair: "Auntie, tell me, is it a dream now, wake up?" ”

"Xiao Xiao!" My aunt suddenly burst into tears and shouted: "You are my child, no matter what, you are my beloved child, even if the world is over, it will not change, aunt please stop thinking about it, I really beg you......"

With a pop, Lin Xiao collapsed to the ground.

The aunt hugged Lin Xiao and cried her liver and intestines.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I can't tell you, I'm sorry......"

A tired smile tugged at the corner of Lin Xiao's mouth and slowly closed his eyes.

"Auntie, tell me, tell me everything."

"Let me die even if I die, I have to die a little more clearly."

Aunt shook her head desperately, holding Lin Xiao's head: "Forget it, you are Lin Xiao, you are my Jiang Huang's biological child!" ”

"Forget it, don't ask, it's like it never happened."

"Auntie loves you."

Listening to the crying words in his ears, Lin Xiao closed his eyes in despair.

What else could he do?

Those closest to him have hidden something from him.

He's like a fool who knows nothing, living in a made-up greenhouse family.

But he Lin Xiao would rather face the storm and the end of the world.