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"I'll be angry with you, because you don't even have the courage to express your heart. You have thought about it so much later, but let go of the opportunity that is within reach. What's the point?"

"You also said that feelings are a matter between two people. I can't think about it at all!" Lin Sheng became a little annoyed, and spoke faster, "I'm just a voice, and I can't give you anything. No, it’s already difficult for him to take care of himself. Neither of us is the most suitable for you, so why hang on to each other after this is the case, isn’t it good for both of us to cut off the relationship at the right time! "

Wang He had a headache.Most likely, Lin Sheng wanted to cut off contact with him as soon as possible, for fear of causing trouble and heartache to him, and more likely "preparing for a rainy day" for fear of delaying his finding the most suitable other half.

Wang He was so angry that he smiled back, half of his smile was in the warm light from the room, and half of it was merged into the darkness, so he couldn't see clearly: "Then are you willing to just give up like this?"

"I'm not reconciled." Wang He's voice sank, and the white air he exhaled lingered on his slightly frozen red cheeks with the wind, blurring the emotions in the corners of his eyes, "You know me, I have been unrequitedly in love for so long, Nothing is caught. I understand how difficult it is to find a person who is compatible with each other, so do you think I can let you go?"

"Don't even think about it, Lin Sheng."

"I don't care what you think or what state you are in now, as long as there is one day to let me know that you are actually interested in me, even if you go to the ends of the world, I will chase you back. I always keep my word. "

Lin Sheng understood the sincerity and half-threat in Wang He's words.The question that he had kept on his mind for a long time but never dared to face it, was finally dragged by Wang He to the point of view that could not be ignored.

He has always felt that he can't give Wang He what he wants. He can't hold hands with him, kiss him, and can't give him anything.But when he thought about it deeply, he realized that he had never even thought about this matter from Wang He's perspective.

What exactly does Wang He want?

Now he understood with some belated awareness.Probably just simple love and companionship.

The faint morning light flooded the horizon, and the sunlight broke the suffocating silence of the night at a speed visible to the naked eye. The light drove away the gloom and confusion that Lin Sheng had accumulated since he recovered his memory. He felt that he had returned to the time when he first met Wang He. Kind of light and carefree.

The sun shrouded Wang He's back, Lin Sheng was dazzled by the sun, suddenly he couldn't see Wang He, and subconsciously shouted: "Wang He!"

I only heard Wang He quickly reply: "Yes."

Lin Sheng still couldn't see clearly because of the light, but when he heard Wang He's voice, he heaved a sigh of relief and simply closed his eyes.

As a voice who has no other way to express his emotions other than speaking, the longer Lin Sheng is silent, the greater his desire to tell.He wanted to tell Wang He the longing and love, struggle and entanglement during this period.

"Wang He..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he felt that his voice was very hoarse.Lin Sheng thought that he was a little overwhelmed by the relief and nervousness, so he readjusted his mentality and called Wang He's name again.

It's just that this time the voice was significantly smaller, and the hoarseness remained undiminished.

Wang He heard something was wrong when Lin Sheng spoke: "Lin Sheng? What's wrong with you?"

"I, I don't know!" Lin Sheng suddenly felt that he was out of control, and wanted to shout out with all his strength, but his voice was small and hoarse, and there were even strange noises that human voices could not make.

All along, Lin Sheng's active search for the original owner made them subconsciously feel that Lin Sheng wanted to go back and go back again, so that they were not prepared for the current emergency.

Lin Sheng reacted faster than Wang He, and it was self-evident what the rapid loss of voice meant.

He still has so many things he hasn't said to Wang He, and he hasn't given Wang He a definite answer. He still wants to sing to Wang He the song his mother composed. It's rare for him to meet someone who wants to be together for the rest of his life.

How could it just disappear like this! ?

The unprecedented excitement and reluctance made Lin Sheng think quickly, and almost the next moment he realized it, Lin Sheng began to speak quickly next to Wang He's ear with his extremely ugly and hoarse voice.

Wang He was taken aback by this strange voice, and realized what message Lin Sheng was trying to convey, so he quickly tried his best to identify it.

But Lin Sheng's condition was too bad, and coupled with the fact that he spoke so fast, Wang He couldn't hear anything clearly.

Lin Sheng finally gave up.He could barely make a sound.

Regardless of whether Wang He could hear it or not, Lin Sheng was lying next to Wang He's ear, just like when he and Wang He were talking at night under the quilt for several sleepless nights.

He said, I love you.

The last lingering sound circled in the air and disappeared.

In the early morning, the smoke has not yet risen, and there is no other sound except the early birds chirping on the branches.

Lin Sheng disappeared.

There was no place in Wang He's heart, and he squatted in pain.

In the end, he couldn't hear Lin Sheng's confession clearly.

九声

The morning sun shines through the windows into the room, half of it dyes the whitewashed walls with warm light yellow, and half of it falls on a small cluster of dewy daisies on the bedside table.

The person on the bed was awakened by the sunlight, stared at the morning light with his eyes open for a while, and then slowly got up.

No slippers were worn, and the soles of the feet were directly attached to the cold floor. After putting on warm clothes one by one, the person had already unknowingly stood in front of the window.

He raised his hand and looked at the sun wrapping his palm, after a while, the subtle warmth lingered between his fingers, and the pale skin turned a healthy color of blood.It is a delicate feeling to directly draw the heat of the sun.He didn't know why he wanted to touch the morning sun inexplicably.

He watched the dividing line between light and shadow on the wall move slowly, and subconsciously touched the position of his throat with his fingers full of sunshine. Before he could make the next step of confirmation, someone knocked on the door twice .

He walked to the door, paused, turned around and fished for his slippers before opening the door.During the process of opening and closing the door panel, he wondered why he wanted to fish for slippers, and when he came back to his senses, there was a middle-aged woman standing in front of him.

The woman's hair was coiled, without any extra hair scattered, and the navy blue turtleneck made her deep and intellectual.She was the same age as his father, and there was no obvious trace of age in her eyebrows and eyes, but she also had the attractiveness and sensibility unique to mature women.

This middle-aged woman was Liang Xing, and her father had just met him before his accident.It was more than ten years since his mother died, and his father had shown his affection for another person in front of him.

There will definitely be many unsatisfactory things in life. The deceased stays where they are, and the rest still have to move on.

He agrees intellectually, but cannot accept it emotionally.So when Liang Xing offered to take care of him for his busy father in the mall, he never gave him a good face.

People who are already in their late thirties, relying on their status as patients to play childish temper, even the most patient people will be driven crazy.But Liang Xing was not among them, he couldn't fault her care at all, it was the first time he knew that there were such patient and careful women in the world.

In the past, his mother was always busy with the music business. Except for cultivating his musical cells, his father took care of everything else. He didn't know what kind of responsibility the role of "mother" had. It's not his fault for Liang Xing There was a bit of admiration for "being a mother" that should have been there long ago, but it was not enough to make him change his mind.

With this little bit of respect, he would no longer sneer in front of Liang Xing, but treat her coldly.

Liang Xing just smiled when she found out, feeling that such a concession was no longer easy.She is just a "substitute" for him. If she really wants to integrate into this family, she can only slowly affect every family member with her warmth.

After her lover's child had an accident, Liang Xing accepted the job of taking care of the patients.She felt that this was part of her work, and it was also an opportunity for two people to establish communication.

She came to his room on time every morning with what she made, and chatted quietly amidst his indifferent gaze and ignorant silence.It was difficult, and she once felt that this child was too impersonal, but out of her desire for other good things, she persisted.

But when she stepped into this familiar door today, she felt that something was different.

The room is full of sunshine, the temperature inside the room is like spring breeze melting snow, inch by inch of warmth rises rapidly, and it is no longer a little gloomy and cold.I don't know if it was the light that was causing trouble, but the man in front of him looked much gentler. After opening the door for her, he didn't shake his head and walk away immediately, just stood quietly by the door and looked at her.

Liang Xing felt a little weird and pleasantly surprised, she involuntarily looked up and down the man, and noticed the drooping slippers on his feet.

"You put on your slippers backwards." Liang Xing reminded subconsciously.

The man is still immersed in his own reflection.He suddenly felt that his indifferent attitude towards Liang Xing in the past was simply inferior to a beast. What kind of psychology was it that made him cruel to put an ugly face on the gentle woman in front of him...

Halfway through the confession, they were interrupted by Liang Xing's reminder. The two lowered their heads and stared at the slippers. When they looked up, their eyes collided. After three seconds, both of them smiled.

Liang Xing felt that something had melted, and a gurgling sweet juice flowed out of it, and the soaked seeds took root and sprouted into soft flowers.