Fast time travel: Veteran Green Tea is showing off his acting skills again

Chapter 215 The White Moonlight of Those Years 55
"Enough." Mo Cheng looked at Li Feng and couldn't hold back anymore, "Isn't that enough?! For so many years, you have been sticking to Xia Ling like blood-sucking bugs, and you have never paid attention to her. You deserve to be called mother, and you deserve her money!"

Li Feng rushed up and tore Mo Cheng, "Do you deserve to be an outsider like you?! Did you! Did you ask her to give your mother the money! Give us back the money! Give me back the money!"

"Let go of my son! Let go!"

Luo Fan looked at the people who were torn together, walked to the door, and left the house silently with an umbrella.

His car drove all the way to the suburban villa.

Luo Fan, who got off the car, held a black umbrella and walked slowly to the door of the wooden villa at the foot of the mountain in the heavy snow.

He pushed open the door, and the dark wooden house was illuminated by the fire in the fireplace. The woman was sitting in a wheelchair, looking out the window at the birth of heavy snow.

"Xia Ling. I'm back. Your will has been handed over." He walked forward and bent down to look at Xia Ling, whose face was as white as porcelain. "Are you tired? Do you want to lie down?"

Xia Ling nodded slightly.

He carried Xia Ling directly from the wheelchair to the bed, put the pillow behind her intimately for her to lean on, and covered her with a quilt.

After the doctor announced his death that day, when everyone had left the room, he clearly saw Xia Ling open his eyes.

So the only way to deal with the funeral was to take Xia Ling out of the hospital and hide him in this place far away from the city.

He doesn't know what kind of existence Xia Ling belongs to now. He has body temperature, no heartbeat, and can't breathe.

I cannot move below the neck, nor can I speak.

Even he didn't understand whether she was dead or alive.

After Lin Yimo pulled out the oxygen mask, Xia Ling was sent back from space again, just because her body had lost all its functions now. She tried her best and could only control the expression on her face, no matter what. No matter how hard I try, I can't make a sound.

Even after trying all day, it was still in vain.

Luo Fan seemed to see the doubt in Xia Ling's eyes, "What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

As he spoke, he took out his mobile phone and moved his fingers from the Q on the keyboard to the left. He didn't press the subtitle on the keyboard until Xia Ling nodded.

It's a slow process, but it works.

He looked at the phrase "Are you afraid of me" that Xia Ling wanted to say on the screen, and suddenly smiled.

He replied: "Although I don't know whether your behavior is a miracle of life, or the reason why it cannot be explained by science. But I am not afraid at all, and even feel miraculous. From the time I met you, to getting along with you later, I always feel that we are like friends who have known each other for a long time, the kind who can know everything without reservation. We have common goals and common enemies, which is a rare thing. Even knowing that you will know everything after the matter has come to fruition To leave, I still have a lot of reluctance in my heart.”

Xia Ling nodded, his eyes fell on the keyboard, he directed his hand, and typed the word "thank you" for himself.

Mo Cheng was exhausted when he returned home.

Lin Yimo naturally knew that Mo Cheng had been distracted by Xia Ling during this time, so he naturally hid his joy in his heart, pretending to be sorry for losing a good friend.

As soon as she saw Mo Cheng enter the door, she rushed up to meet him, took off her coat and handed Mo Cheng slippers, then stood aside with red eyes, and said in a sad tone: "Did you ask today? I want to see Xia Ling off." The last ride, will they agree?"

"Xia Ling, there is no funeral." Mo Cheng gritted his teeth and endured sore eyes, "I'm going to take a bath."

He moved further away from Lin Yimo, walked straight into the bathroom, and turned on the faucet of the bathtub.

With the sound of rushing water, he sat on the edge of the bathtub and took out the letter that Xia Ling left for him.

The paper isn't designed for letters, it's like a page torn from a diary.

He looked at the words on it, and his mind seemed to reflect Xia Ling's appearance when he was writing the letter.

In the familiar room, only a small dim lamp on the table was lit.

She was sitting at the desk in front of the window, her normally sharp and pretty face was softened by the dim light, she looked very peaceful, her long black hair hung on her chest, she was holding a pen and frowning , Looking at the night, thinking hard, thinking for a long time, before dropping the tip of the pen to the paper.

I suddenly woke up in the middle of the night because I had a beautiful dream that was not in line with the current situation.

I lost my sleepiness and wanted to chat with someone, but I was alone in the room.

Let me tell you about my dream.

I dreamed that I traveled back to the time of that boy, and there was a lot of snow in winter.

You and Tutu walked side by side in front, and I was lagging behind.

The snow on the road creaked under my feet, and suddenly a boy behind me pushed me down.

You seem to have a pair of eyes behind you, you suddenly turned around, rushed towards me, pushed the boy who played with me into the snow, and then fought with him, blowing the snowflakes that had already landed into the air again into the air.

I raised my head and looked at the fine snow falling from the sky.

That is the most beautiful snow I have ever seen in my life, as if every snowflake is hot.

Since then, my eyes have always stayed behind your invisible back, looking at you, probably as many as ten thousand times.

The dream suddenly turned to our wedding.

You are standing across from me in a black suit.

That was the first time, the moment when only I existed in your eyes.

The pastor asked whether you are willing to spend your whole life with Xia Ling, no matter whether you are old, sick, poor or rich.

You looked at me and said you would.

I have never forgotten the word willing, your mouth shape, and each individual pronunciation.

The dream has also changed from a wedding to our first warm little home.

It's just that the last dream was too fake. In the dream, you were too happy and loved me too much.

In that small, crowded one-bedroom.

We have a big white dog, the two of us sit on the couch with the dog and watch TV, you hug me, and from time to time rub my face with the stubble on your chin, even if I keep shouting that I'm annoying you Push away, but you will still hold me tight again and again persistently.

You cook the meals at home, and every time I go into the kitchen to play with you, you push me out of the room and reprimand me with a wrinkled face for not messing around, for fear that the oily smoke will get on me.

After dinner, you will take me out for a walk while the sky is full of red clouds.

I lead the dog, you hold my hand.

The setting sun stretched the shadows of the two of us so long, no matter what the angle of illumination, our two figures are always cuddling together.

Before going to sleep, you would always kiss my forehead and say good night to me, then wrap my quilt tightly, and say with a regretful face that you won't be able to see each other for more than ten hours.

I stayed in the false dream and didn't want to wake up. When I was forced to wake up, I looked at the dark room and the cold bed.

This kind of loneliness, I hope you will never have empathy for the rest of your life.

(End of this chapter)