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Ling Xiran was comforted by his aunt and cousins ​​for a while, but after a while, everyone loved him, but the old lady's funeral was more important.

After his tears were wiped away by everyone, and he was hugged by his relatives one by one as comforting, he was pushed out of the human wall. The aunts and uncles ordered the servants neatly, this is to pull the old lady home up.

Juniors, seeing that he has stopped crying, his cousins ​​are going to take him home together.Ling Xiran has lost his soul at this moment, and the inside of the shell is empty. Although his internal organs are full of flesh and blood, he has no weight at all because of the loss of his soul.

He was held by his cousin and sister, and every step he took was heavy and slow, but only his steps were heavy, his chest and head were floating, and he was floating thousands of miles away. With the death of his grandma, it seemed that he disappeared in the world. The root has become a rootless grass that drifts with the wind.

All the way out of the inpatient department, his cousin suddenly said a word without thinking, it was a word without thinking, and the other cousins ​​were all comforting their little cousin in gentle voices, but this guy suddenly pulled He tugged at Ling Xiran's hand: "Xiran, where's that kid Qin Buchuan? Where did he go?"

Ling Xiran looked like a soul that had drifted hundreds of thousands of miles away and only recovered a couple of souls. He stopped there and looked around blankly. The sky was bright, the wind was warm, and the people around him were He was the only one who was alive when people came and went, who was heartbroken, and whose internal organs were all burned!

He doesn't like these people, they are his relatives, but they are not as good as Brother Chuan kissing him together.Brother Chuan treats him like his own younger brother. Even though the two of them have no blood relationship, but after five years of being together day and night, Brother Chuan is his own younger brother!

"I'll go find him." Ling Xiran lowered his eyelids, and his voice was hoarse when he spoke, but he mustered up all his energy and brought back all the thoughts that had drifted away into his mind.

What he said on the surface was clear and calm, but mentally it took a lot of effort to speak, "Xiao Chuan must still be in the hospital, I'll go find him, you go home first, don't wait for me. "

Cousin and cousin looked at him, because Ling Xiran pulled himself together because of what he said, and it didn't look very sad, at least the sadness seemed to be just a little bit cold and indifferent.

The big lady in the lobby was even more formidable, figured out that Ling Xiran probably wanted to distract them on purpose, and wanted to be alone, so she winked, connected with her brothers, and pulled the brothers and sisters away and brought them home.

Ling Xiran stood there, watching his brothers and sisters walk away with indifferent eyes, then turned around, and when he turned around, his eyes became two empty holes.Staring blankly from the two holes, he became a man who has lost his soul and thought again, like catkins turned into spirits, drifting rootlessly in the world with the wind of late spring.

Ling Xiran was wandering all the way, and at the beginning, the two thoughts of grandma's death and looking for Brother Chuan were intertwined in her mind, but in the end only grandma was left.

He is a child who has not been raised by his parents. It is true that his parents love him, but his parents love each other the most. They are a very loving couple.So grandma became a father and a mother, raising him all the way.

It is true that grandma is annoying when she is old, but this annoying person is the best person for him, and is the only person for him, and now the only person-no up.

Ling Xiran completely forgot to look for Brother Chuan, and her heart ached spontaneously, as if it had been broken into pieces and was not complete.With his heart broken, he drifted to the back garden of the hospital with blank eyes, and sat on an empty bench in a daze.

Behind the bench is a locust tree that seems to be a hundred years old. The locust tree has elongated branches and leaves that are the size of a human head, covering a lot of sunlight.

Ling Xi was cold, his limbs twitched and felt cold, and the discomfort in his stomach also broke out when he was cold. He was so sad that he forgot about the discomfort in his stomach.Now it hurts his heart and stomach even more. He bent down, and before he had time to take out his veil, he sat there and vomited out everything he had eaten in his stomach this morning.

The food hasn't had time to digest, but it just stayed in the stomach for two or three hours, and it's already a sour and disgusting thing when it comes out.Ling Xiran vomited up and down, with tears all over her face, after she vomited, she sat back upright holding the handkerchief, and finally cried this time.

At the beginning, she cried sobbingly, twitching and convulsing, like a wronged little girl, crying timidly and beautifully.

The beautiful crying didn't last long, and the sound changed at some point, and the delicate and choking crying turned into a loud cry in an instant, crying loudly, like a donkey being slaughtered, crying It actually made one's hairs twitch, the crying sound was simply shrill.

This kind of crying caused another puddle of vomit on the ground, and everyone who came and went in the hospital was thankful and stayed away from this little boy who was crying miserably. Just hearing his cry made people startled and cried It's like a ghost.

Ling Xiran cried, crying with all his body and mind, as if his family had died and he was the only one left.

He couldn't stop crying and the tears didn't stop.He always feels that tears are limited, and when people cry, their tears stop.Unexpectedly, his voice became hoarse in the end, and the tears were still falling in strings of big beads.

"Brother Ran." A voice rang in his ear, someone sat next to him, the voice was a familiar child's voice, Qin Buchuan didn't seem to have experienced the voice change period, and he seemed to have experienced it, but his voice was always mellow and childish.

"Brother Ran." Qin Buchuan shouted again, opened Ling Xiran's hand, and pulled out the handkerchief. As soon as the handkerchief fell apart, a bunch of peach blossoms fell to the ground. He took the handkerchief with the fragrance of peach blossoms to go Wipe Ling Xiran's tears.

He felt uncomfortable during the movements, so he simply knelt on the bench, put his arm around Ling Xiran's shoulder, and wiped him carefully with the other hand.

But the tears couldn't be wiped clean, Qin Buchuan wiped half of the handkerchief wet, and finally shook Ling Xiran anxiously: "You cry like this, what if you lose your eyesight!"

Ling Xiran had a hoarse voice, howled just now, howled back his thoughts, and was able to speak normally, he said in a hoarse voice: "You can't cry blindly."

"Then you can't cry all the time, you can't be blinded by crying, and you can't cry badly!"

Qin Buchuan continued to wipe, wiped his tears and nose with a piece of handkerchief, and in the end the dirty one could not be used. He was anxious from side to side, watching Ling Xiran shed tears one by one, and ran up to him, with his mouth imprinted on Ling Xiran's eyes superior.

Ling Xiran closed his eyes subconsciously, his soft and moist tongue had already landed on his eyelids, and he was still crying uncontrollably, this little tongue licked and sucked, swallowing all the tears from his side into his stomach inside.

After licking and sucking for a long time, Qin Buchuan left, complaining with a bitter face: "It's salty and bitter, I will definitely have a stomachache at night."

With tears in Ling Xiran's eyes, the tears were no longer as violent as before. With tears in his eyes, he gave a brief laugh. The smile was not a happy one, but a smile that looked like weeping, but the pain in his heart subsided a little.

"Birth, old age, sickness and death, human nature, it's nothing." Ling Xiran said in a hoarse voice, and said to himself, rubbing his face after speaking, "I'll cry for a while... I won't cry after crying this time." He was a boy—a man, and it was a disgraceful thing to cry, and that was the only time he let it go.

Qin Buchuan was smart, and it was reflected at this moment. He knew very well in his heart that what he said to Ling Xiran now, the comforting words were useless.Without saying anything, he grabbed Ling Xiran's hand, and found that Ling Xiran's hand was cold without any heat, so he got into Ling Xiran's arms with his upper body, and wrapped his hands around his body to hug him tightly.

This posture is also the posture he and Ling Xiran are used to. Ling Xiran's physique is cold, and he likes to hold brother Xiaochuan in his arms at night in winter, with his chest close to his chest, in a tight and greedy embrace like a child.Now that Qin Buchuan was holding him like this, Ling Xiran lowered his head and rested his chin on his younger brother's shoulder.

Ling Xiran blinked, the hot tears in his eyes fell into a line, and he said softly: "Brother stinks, don't hug him."

Qin Buchuan's ear was pressed against his brother's chest, which was still a little thin, but it was enough to rely on Qin Buchuan.

"I don't despise you."

Qin Buchuan wasn't sad, he wanted to laugh, but he couldn't help it, laughing now was really a reality, Ling Xiran always scolded him for being heartless.

"Brother Chuan." Ling Xiran yelled, and after calling Qin Bu, Chuanjing waited for the next sentence, but only waited for a long, long sigh.This sigh is both sad and painful, both hurt and bitter, this sigh is like a long series of sufferings, as long as it expresses all the sorrows of Ling Xiran's short 15 years of life.