Chapter 311

"Xiaojing, do you think your brother really can't see it? How many grievances have you suffered in the cold family? Do I know? "

An Xianyang looked at an Xiaojing. Even if she pretended that she was not hurt, would he believe it? If she really had a good life, she would not even have no children.

But as a brother, I can't do anything about it.

The mood suddenly becomes complicated.

"Brother, even if this matter is over, what life needs is to look forward and not stay in one place forever. Since the child is gone, it means that he and I have no predestination."

An Xiaojing has already walked up to an Xianyang and glanced at Leng Yichen. There is a faint blood stain on the corner of his mouth. However, her attitude is very indifferent. She doesn't care about Leng Yichen's life or death.

"Xiaojing!" An Xianyang is a bit eager to talk but stops.

"In short, that's the end of the matter." In an Xiaojing's eyes, only an Xianyang is the only one. Unlike in the past, when she sees her brother, her eyes will shine.

This time, her eyes are too dim.

"Now that you're here, why don't you sit a little longer! Uncle Lin, go and make tea. " Leng Yichen wiped the corners of his mouth. Even though he was not happy, he did not care about them.

Yes, young master Uncle Lin nodded and asked the servant to bring the first-aid kit.

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

An Xianyang looks at Leng Yichen angrily. If an Xiaojing hadn't stopped him, he couldn't guarantee what he would have done to him. In particular, when he saw Leng Yichen's indifferent attitude towards himself, his anger once again surged in his chest.

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

An Xiaojing's heart beat and missed the beat. She tried to hold him, but because of her lack of 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, go and call an ambulance!" Leng Yichen turns around and orders uncle Lin.

"It's young master!" Uncle Lin was still holding the freshly brewed tea in his hand. He didn't expect that it was just a turn around and such a change took place.

But he quickly called for a car.

The hospital's emergency personnel 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 sick, 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 see him in the hospital." An Xiaojing turns around and finally meets Leng Yichen's eyes.

For a long time, she did not seriously look at these eyes, because every time, from his eyes can see his lost children, as long as it is this person, she will feel very painful.

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

An Xiaojing's emotions are completely hidden by her. Facing that person, there is no anger, only calm.

And peace is the most terrible silence.

"I'll go. You're still recovering." Leng Yichen's voice is 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 believe he won't give you a good look when he sees you." An Xiaojing is very calm statement, even hate the word is generally understated.

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

However, as if you were aware of this, soften your voice: "you just stay at home."

After that, he got into a car. An Xiaojing looked at his back and the car that was getting farther and farther away. Her heart was deserted.

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? Does her life want others to be sorry for herself?

To hate a person is an uncontrollable thing. She is not perfect enough to tolerate a person who has lost her child.

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

The sky, suddenly floated down the rain.

Slightly cool.An Xiaojing shrunk her body, she suddenly miss a very warm embrace.

In that embrace, I seem to be protected forever, even a drop of rain is not contaminated.

Is that the man?

However, the hair has been very wet, and the rain is getting heavier and heavier.

"Little grandma, come in quickly!" Uncle Lin is holding an umbrella, which completely hides an Xiaojing's body under the umbrella, while his own body is outside the umbrella.

An Xiaojing's eyelashes were covered with drops of water just now.

He turned and looked at some pale old man and his wet clothes.

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

"Little grandma, it's raining and you haven't recovered. If you stand here alone, you'll catch cold." The rain is getting bigger and bigger. Uncle Lin's voice is swaying with the wind and rain.

"No, uncle Lin, let me be quiet! One person. " An Xiaojing did not move.

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

It's just that an Xiaojing has been insisting on it. He knows too much about the spleen of little grandma's milk. Once he insists on something, he says nothing.

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.

See all the world, put a very old soul in a still young body.

She didn't know how long she stayed in the rain with an umbrella, and seemed to be unconsciously walking to a place where she had been longing for.

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

And she, no longer have to smile to face sorrow.

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