Luo Yi looks ahead. The cold wind blows on his face at night, shaking the black hair on his snow-white face. His eyes are strangely black in the night, like two deep glass beads, which are full of invisible light.
His voice was very light, as if he were talking to Xiao Fengting, or as if he was talking to himself: "if you let her stay with me for a lifetime, I would rather not see her."
Xiao Fengting drooped his eyes or gently laughed. His look was not clear at night. He just sighed, raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder.
There is no usual sarcastic gesture in this move, but it is an unconscious act under emotion.
The servant at the door of the car reached out and opened the car. Tang Qing held the fruit in the back seat. She sat at the door of the car and looked up at the fruit's face. With a slight smile on her warm face, she gently stroked the young face of the fruit with her hand and pinned the fine hair on her cheek behind her ear.
"Listen to brother Xiaoyi's words at home. Go to bed early at night. Don't forget to take medicine." As usual, she told, like every mother in the world, "when it's cold, remember to put on your clothes and don't catch a cold." Fruit heart disease, so that after a cold become very troublesome, many drugs can not be taken, and even lead to complications.
Winter is hard for her.
Fruit obediently nodded, stretched out his arm around Tang Qing's neck, and kissed her on the face: "fruit all know."
Luo Yi comes over and sits on the side of Guoguo. Xiao Fengting opens the driver's door and gets on the car.
Fruit lying in the window, toward the Tang tilt waved: "goodbye, mom."
Tang Qing stood looking at her, with a faint smile on her face, but her eyes were a bit sad. Every parting was like a thorn, which made her heart ache slightly.
Abnormal mother daughter relationship, she is like a prisoner here, and the fruit that comes to visit her every week is the one who visits the prison.
She didn't know what she would think of their relationship when she became sensible.
Xiao Fengting turned down the window and said to the servant behind Tang Qing: "OK, you can take her back to her room and have a rest. I'm going to fry the medicine for her tonight. Remember to let her take it. "
The maid nodded and said, "OK." Push Tang Qing to the room. ,
the car drove slowly behind him and disappeared into the dark night. Tang tilted his head and watched the black Lincoln drive farther and farther, gradually integrating into the darkness. He felt a faint loneliness in his heart, and unconsciously raised his hand to hold the place of his heart.
After the joy and joy of each reunion, the loneliness and pain brought by separation become more and more intense. Tang Qing sits on the sofa, and the whole villa is only left with her breathing voice.
She slowly curled up on the sofa and hugged her body. The sadness and pain gradually covered her. She bit her lips, but still couldn't help the tears from the corners of her eyes.
What a pain
It's suffocating.
Who can save her
Who can save her
How can we extricate ourselves from all this
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when Xiao Fengting came back, Tang Qing was already asleep.
There was a small lamp on the head of the bed, beside which was an empty medicine bowl.