The little drama queen is online, and the president's father can't hold it

——A half-life nightmare.

wake up!

Xiao Xian swallowed the bright red in his mouth bitterly, not letting a single drop of blood flow out from the corner of his mouth.

How nice it would be if we could always live in a dream of the unknown truth and never wake up!

……

Xiao Xian spent a large sum of money to buy the villa that the Xue family had sold after it went bankrupt.

Thankfully, the buyer at the time only casually installed the front yard and never lived there.

It's the coldest time of winter again.

The man stretched out his hand and pushed open the door to the yard that he hadn't set foot in for more than ten years. After looking around calmly, he walked towards the backyard where Xiao Lingling lived.

He was very unfamiliar with this place, and only relied on Shiqiu's memory of that year to find the place where he found Xiao Lingling.

Finally found.

The journey took only five minutes, but the scene that flashed through his mind seemed like his entire life.

Who could have thought that he just took a casual stroll after eating and drinking, but it would cost him his whole life.

Standing in the corner where Xiao Lingling had curled herself up, Xiao Xian felt as if his heart was being torn apart by someone.

The pain was so severe that he could hardly breathe.

He will never forget the child he was at that time in his life.

Even as the painful years went by until today, the image of the little guy became clearer and clearer in his mind.

The man could no longer support his tall body, and slowly squatted on the ground. He stretched out his hands, grabbed a handful of soil, and rubbed it carefully in his palms.

That was the ground that Xiao Lingling had stepped on, and perhaps there was her tears mixed in it.

Thinking of this, he could no longer suppress his emotions and murmured softly, as if his lover was right in front of him listening to him.

"Xiao Lingling, you won't leave even a little bit for me? You are still so heartless."

"But the aftereffect you left on me is so strong that I can hardly hold on any longer."

"Xiao Lingling, why do I love you to this extent? I shouldn't have been paying attention to you silently for so many years."

"You obviously don't like me, but I still feel like you are the one I have loved for many years."

"Xiao Lingling, if I abandon you and forget you, how pitiful you will be. You came to this world just to hurt me, right?"

"You are so cruel. You have been looking forward to others all your life, but you bully me and make me look forward to you."

"It turns out that I love you so much that I just want to watch you silently. As long as you are alive in this world, as long as I can see you every day, I don't even need you to turn around, I am willing to do that."

"Xiao Lingling, you won, please let me go... and come back, okay?"

"..."

Unconsciously, as they whispered, the man had already burst into tears without realizing it.

He seemed to have endless things to say, as if if he said them all, his little spirit would come back.

After recalling the past for more than two hours, the man stuffed the soil in his hand into his coat pocket and stood up despite his stiff and painful body.

Walk towards the house where Xiao Lingling lived when she was a child.

He had been there once.

When he was trying to regulate her health, he came to see Xiao Lingling once.

At that time, she brought herself here, saying that she wanted to visit the small house where she used to live.

Pushing open the broken door that didn't fit in with the villa, Xiao Xian walked into the house with a pang of heart.

The room was so shabby that it was even worse than the storage room in his own home.

Today, the even more dilapidated house in front of me can only be described in two words - desolate.

The same mood as he is in at the moment.

Xiao Xian raised his hand and pounded his heart hard, and it really worked.

My heart really doesn't hurt that much anymore.

After a long pause, he walked around the house, looking for any details of Xiao Lingling's existence.

Who still remembers this silly girl? Who is willing to search hard in this world to prove that she has been here?

"Little Lingling..."

The man murmured the girl's name and rummaged around the house without any aversion.

Soon, he found a small box under the window, in the crack of the wall behind the table.

Xiao Xian's eyes lit up and he quickly took it out.

There was a lot of dust on the lid of the box. The man reached out and wiped it, then took a deep breath and opened the box.

"..."

Almost the moment he saw it, his breathing took a hit and he almost suffocated.

He took the things out of the box with shaking hands, and immediately, memories from a long time ago swept through his mind, stabbing his entire body like a sharp blade.

It's a white plate!

It was the plate he used to serve food to Xiao Lingling when he first met her.

He recognized it instantly.

but

If he hadn't seen it today, he would never know until his death that the little guy actually kept this thing.

It was just a plate, but when she thought about it carefully, he had never given her anything worth remembering.

My heart aches! The man seemed unable to bear the current situation, and his expression was distorted by the excitement.

He stroked the plate gently, as if he were the person he missed the most.

There was a piece of paper in the box under the plate.

After taking a glance, Xiao Xian gently put down the plate, picked up the paper ball and opened it with both hands. In an instant, the contents on it came into his eyes.

[Brother Xiao, did I disappoint you? Why don't you come to see me? I miss you so much! I want to find you, but you said you would forget me. I want to forget these words, but why do they become more and more vivid in my memory? I don't dare to see you, but can you please not forget me? I seem to like you.]

"...Xiao Lingling, Xiao Lingling..."

Xiao Xian stared at the words on the paper that seemed to be given life, as if struck by lightning.

His eyes gradually turned bloodshot, his chest heaved violently, and breathing became difficult!

"Xiao Lingling, Xiao...Puwu..."

Before he could finish calling his lover's name, the man suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

The blood mist was spreading all over the place, and it couldn't be stopped from falling onto the paper in his hand.

Xiao Xian ignored the pain in his chest and wiped the blood covering the words with his violently trembling hands.

"Xiao Lingling, don't, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I don't know, I don't know anything! Xiao Lingling, I'm sorry..."

The man's hands were shaking as he rubbed the blood on the paper, but he couldn't wipe off the bloodstains.

The love that the little guy wrote on the paper with his own hands was buried by himself.

don't want! !

Xiao Xian was in so much pain that his whole body was convulsing, and blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth.

But he didn't care about anything. He just wanted to save the only treasure left to him by Xiao Lingling.

This is his life!

...

As the sky darkened, darkness gradually swallowed everything.

Xiao Xian was also among them.

Soon, nothing could be seen in the desolate house.

All that was left was the man's desperate and hoarse sobs, filled with countless pain.

……

two and a half years later

Today was the first time Xiao Xian had visited Su Ling in more than two years since his cruel death.

Fu Yu was blessed with a son, and he originally didn't want to go, but this morning his sister came to him and said that Su Ling wanted to see him and had something to say.

He didn't want to see her, even though she looked exactly like Xiao Lingling, and even her body was identical to hers.

But the soul inside her is not his little Lingling.

But what was there to talk about between her and him?

He could think of nothing else except that man.

So now he is at the full moon banquet for Fu Yu's child.

It was very lively outside. In the locked side hall, Su Ling was holding a baby in her arms and smiling at Xiao Xian.

But Fu Yu stood behind her with a very bad look on his face.

Xiao Xian now doesn't like to contact people, anyone. He is always thinking about going home, even when he is going to work.

So he asked first, hoping to finish it and go back soon.

"What do you have to say?"

Su Ling looked at the handsome man who was so domineering two years ago. Now, just over two years have passed, but he looks like he is running out of energy.

She felt mixed emotions and felt uncomfortable, after all, this body belonged to his lover.

The woman sighed: "I heard that you moved to the Xue family's old house and lived in the small house she lived in before?"

This is what Xiao Yuze told her. At that time, her best friend said: "I don't know what's wrong with his brother. He actually ran to that shabby house to end his life. Tsk, does he love you that much?"

Xiao Yuze couldn't understand, but Su Ling did.

She just didn't expect that Xiao Xian loved the original owner so deeply.

What she didn't expect was that she told the story out of sympathy for the original owner, but she indirectly caused a living person to live a life worse than death every day.