Chapter 311

"Xiaojing, do you think my brother really can't see it? How many grievances have you suffered in Leng's home? Do I know? "

An Xianyang looks at an Xiaojing. Even if she pretends that she is not hurt, does he want to believe it? If she really had a good life, she would not even have no children.

But as my brother, I can do nothing.

The mood suddenly became complicated.

"Brother, even if this thing is over, what life needs is to look ahead and not stay in the same place forever. Since the child is gone, it means that he and I have no fate."

An Xiaojing has come to an Xianyang and glances at Leng Yichen. There is a faint bloodstain on the corner of his mouth, but her attitude is very indifferent. She says she doesn't care, but she really doesn't care about Leng Yichen's life.

"Xiaojing!" An Xianyang looks like he wants to stop talking.

"All in all, that's the end of the matter." In an Xiaojing's eyes, there is only an Xianyang. It's just different from the past. When she sees her brother, her eyes shine.

This time, her eyes are too dim.

"Now that you're here, why don't you sit a little longer! Uncle Lin, go to make tea. " Leng Yichen wiped the corner of his mouth. No matter how unhappy he was, he didn't care about these two people.

"Yes, young master!" Lin Shu nodded and asked the servant to bring the first aid box.

"No, you'd better keep it for yourself and enjoy it. I can't afford it. Besides, Leng Yichen, if you do anything more to my sister, don't blame me for being impolite. "

An Xianyang looks at Leng Yichen angrily. If it wasn't for an Xiaojing to stop him, he can't guarantee what he will do to this person. In particular, when he saw Leng Yichen's indifferent attitude towards himself, his anger was churning in his chest again.

"Brother!" An Xiaojing cried, but before she could say anything else, an Xianyang suddenly fell to the ground.

An Xiaojing's heart missed the beat. She wanted to hold him, but because she didn't have enough strength, the man fell to the ground.

Leng Yichen saw it and stepped over. An Xianyang was a little shorter than him. Leng Yichen directly resisted the man's arm.

But an Xianyang was still unconscious.

"Uncle Lin, call an ambulance!" Leng Yichen turns around and orders to Uncle Lin.

"It's the young master!" Uncle Lin was still holding the freshly brewed tea in his hand. Unexpectedly, he just turned around and changed like this.

But he quickly called a car.

The first-aid staff of the hospital immediately lifted an Xianyang's body onto the ambulance, and an Xiaojing followed her out.

"How long has your brother been in this situation?"

Leng Yichen knew that an Xianyang was still ill, but he never knew that the rhythm of an Xianyang's dizziness was beyond his expectation.

"He used to be a vegetable, but after he was cured, he became like this." An Xiaojing's eyes kept moving with an Xianyang's body until the man was completely taken away by the ambulance.

"I'll go to the hospital to see him." An Xiaojing turns around and finally meets Leng Yichen's eyes.

For a long time, she did not look at these eyes seriously, because every time, she could see her lost child from his eyes. As long as it was this person, she would feel very painful.

But now, it seems that even the pain has been numb.

An Xiaojing's mood was completely hidden by her. There was no anger at that person, only calm.

And calm is the most terrible silence.

"I'll go. You're still recovering." Leng Yichen's voice was more gentle than the previous indifference.

Perhaps for this woman, he is giving a little sympathy, a little pity.

So, he never thought that he would be so gentle.

"No, that's my brother. He hates you so much. I'm sure he won't give you a look when he sees you." An Xiaojing is a calm statement, even the word hate is understated in general.

"I said, I'll go!" Leng Yichen suddenly raised his voice.

However, as if aware of this, and put the voice soft: "you stay at home."

With that, he got into a car. An Xiaojing looked at his back and the car that was moving away. Her heart was desolate.

Leng Yichen's attitude towards himself is changing day by day. Maybe it's really the guilt of losing the child.

But what is guilt? Is her life to make others constantly sorry for themselves?

To hate a person is out of control. She is not perfect enough to tolerate even a person who gets rid of her child.

Therefore, no matter how good Leng Yichen becomes or how good she is to herself, it has nothing to do with her.

The sky, suddenly the rain.

Slightly cool.An Xiaojing shrunk her body. Suddenly she missed a very warm embrace.

In that embrace, I seem to be protected forever. I can't even touch a drop of rain.

Is that the man?

However, the hair has been very wet, and the rain is also growing up.

"Little granny, come on in!" Uncle Lin, holding an umbrella, completely sheltered an Xiaojing's body under the umbrella, while his own body was outside.

An Xiaojing's eyelashes are covered with the water she had just drenched.

Turn around and look at some pale old people, as well as his wet clothes.

"Uncle Lin, go back and let me be alone here." An Xiaojing insists obstinately. She just doesn't want to go back.

"Young granny, it's raining. You haven't recovered yet. If you stand here alone, you will catch cold." There is a growing trend of rain, and uncle Lin's voice is swaying with the wind and rain.

"No, uncle Lin, let me be quiet! One person. " An Xiaojing doesn't move.

Uncle Lin had no choice but to put the umbrella in an Xiaojing's hand.

It's just that an Xiaojing insists on it all the time. He knows the temperament of little grandma's milk too well. Once she insists on something, it's useless for him to say anything.

This is very similar to the young master.

"Thank you An Xiaojing smiles at the old man. For the first time, she feels like an old man in her heart.

Seeing all kinds of things in the world, I put a very old soul in a still young body.

She didn't know how long she stayed in the rain with her umbrella, and it seemed that she had come to a place that she had been longing for unconsciously.

There is quiet, she has been pursuing the pace, also seems to be there, in order to face a most real self.

And she no longer has to face sadness with a smile.