Flashy Circle 3

The thing about "waiting" is like a kind of green on the verge, faint and flickering, like a phosphorous fire in the dark night.

It is also like the grass growing wildly in the wilderness, reaching the height of a person's calf, forming a large area of ​​green, with uncertain light and shade, with a damp fishy smell. When the wind blows, a skull hidden in the grass can be faintly seen.

Scary, right?

right.This is the feeling of waiting for a long time without knowing when it will end.

Ling Shang dreamed more than once that he was sitting on a chair with white hair, staring at the bed motionlessly, and where his eyes converged, there was clearly a white skeleton lying there!

Every time I wake up like this, my heart palpitations.Afterwards, there must be a large area of ​​empty melancholy to keep up.

Ling Shang felt that the inside of his body seemed to be empty, with air leaking through it, whistling.

-

On this day, Ling Shang, as usual, wanted to hold Luo Zixin's hand and say sorry to him.

The moment he held it, a strange feeling occurred.

The skin is soft, like painted skin.

"..." Ling Shang was stunned.

It didn't seem so tactile yesterday.

Ling Shang reached out and touched Luo Zixin's leg.

How to describe that feeling good?

The muscles of the legs are sparse and soft.Not tightly attached, but loose, as if it were about to separate from the bone and fall to the ground in one piece.

Medical staff massage Luo Zixin's body every day.But after a long period of inactivity, the static body is indeed changing.

Perhaps at first, the change was not obvious.Slowly, day by day, changes are revealed at a certain critical point.

Lying down all the time does not mean staying the same forever.

Luo Zixin's vitality is being lost bit by bit at a speed invisible to the naked eye; just like the special effects shots in a movie, perhaps at the end, the whole person will turn into countless dots and float upwards in the void.

Realizing this, Ling Shang felt numbness in his hands and feet.

In the empty body, a hurricane of panic instantly blew up, making him crumbling.

During the chaos, Ling Shang remembered the words of the master.

Willing to.

In this equivalent exchange, what else can he give for Luo Zixin?

-

Night, so quiet.

The passing of minutes and seconds is like drops of water falling drop by drop.

The patrolling medical staff came in and said to Ling Shang, "Mr. Ling... there is a lady near the elevator entrance, who has been sitting for a long time. I don't know if she is someone you know. We didn't dare to disturb you..."

"?" Ling Shang frowned.Mother has gone back, at this time, who is it?

Ling Shang came to the corridor.As he approached, he gradually saw the lady—wearing a light-colored elegant suit dress, with a meticulous bun on her head, and her back was straight even when she was sitting.She was thinking about something with her head down, when she heard footsteps, she looked in Ling Shang's direction.

"You are..." Ling Shang felt that he had seen this person before, but couldn't remember it for a while.

The lady stood up and turned to Ling Shang.

In a blink of an eye, Ling Shang remembered—she was Luo Zixin's mother, Xie Fangfei!

It was heard that after she divorced Luo Qiyun, she had moved abroad.

"Aunt Xie...? Is it you?" Ling Shang rarely saw her, and although he knew it in his heart, his tone was still puzzled.

The visitor knew his identity very well, and nodded to him, "Mr. Ling, long time no see."

Luo Zixin's eyebrows and eyes resembled hers.

"Are you here to see Zi Xin? This way..." Ling Shang was about to show her the way, but the latter didn't move.

Finally, she shook her head.

"...The old housekeeper asked someone to send me a letter, saying that 'he' was seriously injured and unconscious, and hoped that I would go and take a look." Xie Fangfei held a small lady's bag in both hands, "...I sat here for a while. After a while, I finally decided not to go in and see him."

"Why?" My son is lying on the hospital bed right now, why don't you go in and have a look?

"...I haven't been close to him since he was a child....There's no need to pretend to be a mother until now."

"...Since you've come here, you must be thinking about Zi Xin, right? Go in and take a look, it's okay." Ling Shang persuaded.

Xie Fangfei smiled wryly, "I can't do it."

"...Is it because you feel ashamed of him?"

"I'm ashamed." Xie Fangfei looked at Ling Shang, "...but more, it's the hatred that can't be let go. I have no way, as a mother,...to accept him frankly and care about him." In Xie Fangfei's There are almost no traces of time on her face, she is so gentle and decent, dignified and elegant.

What can be said is shocking.

"..."

There was a silence between the two.

"...Excuse me." Xie Fangfei spoke first, "...I'm leaving first."

Just when she turned around, Ling Shang asked, "Why? Isn't he your biological son? Why can't you even look at him?"

Xie Fangfei stopped, and said slowly, "...he reminds me of my first child - the child that was not fully formed in my womb. If it wasn't because of him..." She sipped her lips lips, closed eyes, digested emotions, and stopped himself from continuing to say inappropriate words.

For more than 30 years, she has been hating.

Luo Zixin was not someone she wanted to give birth to.She is just a puppet of the family marriage, and this child is undoubtedly the culprit.

"Sorry," Xie Fangfei took a breath, "I was rude."

"...I'm not the one you should be sorry for." Ling Shang looked at the other party, "...it's getting late, you really should go."

Finally, Xie Fangfei turned and left.

-

Ling Shang returned to the ward.

He walked to Luo Zixin's bedside.

Luo Zixin's hair grows very slowly, very slowly, so the face without hair decoration looks abnormally pale.

He decided not to tell him about Xie Fangfei's visit.

Luo Zixin, His Royal Highness, is actually not as glamorous as he looks.

During this period, Ling Shang witnessed how his father and mother treated him.

Father ignores, mother does not love.

His Royal Highness grew up in such an environment.

It's not like they didn't know about this before, but this time, Ling Shang experienced it for himself.

He asked himself that his family was not good, but at least, his biological mother loved him, loved him, and always kept the best things for him—even if he had a bad life in Ling's family, he still had spiritual sustenance in his heart.

But what about Luo Zixin?

"...Zixin," Ling Shang patted his head, remembering the things the other party put in the safe. "...Can I say with confidence that my appearance made your childhood warm and happy?"

The person on the bed didn't respond.

"To you, am I that unrivaled hero who descends on colorful auspicious clouds?" There was a smile on the corner of Ling Shang's mouth, but there were tears in his eyes.

But in the end, he failed him.