The summer sun is just right

The summer sun is just right

Author: hide secretly

"Ling Xiao, let me ask you one last question."

"do you love me?"

"Or, you don't love me, or can't love me?"

"If you don't love me, I'll leave immediately and I won't bother you again. If you can't love me, I'll wait until the day you can accept me."

Do you know whether your mother and Mr. Ling Zhi changed from friends to lovers before Ms. Gu Yiluo was alive or after her death? "

"Objection!" The defendant's lawyer stopped it loudly.

"Defendant Sheng Xia, you have the right to remain silent and refuse to make statements against yourself."

"Little Sunshine belongs to my brother alone."

"There can only be one brother of mine."

Broken Mirror Reunion Essay, protagonists: Ling Xiao, Sheng Xia

They separated at the age of 17 and reunited at the age of 23.

Ling Xiao's mother and Sheng Xia's mother are good friends.

Ling Xiao Shengxia was also a childhood sweetheart since childhood.

Later, Sheng Xia's mother intervened in Ling Xiao's parents' marriage, which indirectly caused Ling Xiao's mother to die in a car accident.

After six years apart, when they reunited, Ling Xiao returned to China and competed with Sheng Xia's mother for inheritance.

Another layer of Ling Xiao's identity is that he is a novelist who has never shown his face before.

Sheng Xia is a popular traffic star, and participated in Ling Xiao's martial arts novel based on their prototype.

Content tags: special liking sadomasochism deep broken mirror reunion childhood sweetheart

Search keywords: Protagonist: Ling Xiao, Midsummer┃Supporting role: ┃Others:

One sentence introduction: You will always be my little sun.

Conception: Bamboo horse sadomasochism is deeply in love, you are my unspeakable wound, a love held by reason

1. Ling Xiao returns to China

Since last night, it has been raining non-stop, sparse, neither big nor small.

Ling Xiao was wearing yellow rain boots without a duck pattern on them.He stared at the yellow rain boots, stepped into a small puddle, watched the water in the puddle overflow the surface of the yellow rain boots.

Ling Xiao didn't stop, and continued to walk forward.Ling Xiao felt that he couldn't walk any longer, probably because he was tired and had been walking for too long.

My vision was also a bit blurred, probably because it was getting dark and I couldn't see clearly.Ling Xiao sat down dejectedly.

The ringing of the phone brought Ling Xiao's eyes back into focus.He reached into his pocket and pressed the answer button.

"Ling Xiao, where are you?" The voice on the other end of the phone was obviously very anxious and disturbed.

"Where am I? I..." Ling Xiao raised his head blankly, looking at the blackened sky, and gradually lost his voice.

When Ling Xiao woke up again, he stared at the ceiling in a daze for a while, and when the stimulating disinfectant water invaded his nasal cavity, he barely regained his consciousness.

At this time the door was opened, and a tall figure hurried to Ling Xiao's bed in three steps and two steps.

He touched Ling Xiao's head and said, "Fortunately, the fever has subsided. You scared my uncle to death. Why did you go to your mother's cemetery alone? Tell my uncle to go with you. Fortunately, I sent you to the grave in time. Hospital. Uncle knows about you...but the child, and uncle is here, ah."

"It's okay, Uncle, it doesn't matter if it rains in such a hot day."

"Then why did you have a fever and contract pneumonia? Don't underestimate the summer rain, even though it's midsummer..."

Ling Xiao's hands unconsciously tightened under the quilt, trembling because of too much force.But the expression didn't show any change.

Ling Xiao's uncle talked for a while on his own, and then answered a few phone calls. He had no choice but to tell the nurse to take care of Ling Xiao, and he had to go back to the company to deal with the matter.

Ling Xiao's uncle and Ling Xiao's mother have a very good relationship, and the siblings have a deep affection.This uncle has been taking care of him for the past six years. Although Ling Xiao has been living in England for the past six years and has never been back, his uncle always visits him several times a year.

This time he returned to China because of the call from his uncle. When he received the call, he heard that his uncle said it was about his father. He carefully organized his words, hesitating, and hesitant to speak. Ling Xiao suddenly felt a little funny .

Is there anything else in this world that would make him feel uneasy and afraid?Not to mention it was about his dad.He thought no.

So when he heard the phone call, his uncle said: "Your father was in a car accident and he was not rescued. You should go back to the country immediately." Ling Xiao just said oh, yes, he was not disturbed.I just chewed the two words "car accident" over and over again.Yes, it was a "car accident" again.

After staying in the hospital for three days, Ling Xiao was discharged.Back home, Ling Xiao was lying on the bed, his eyes dazed. He still didn't have the courage to walk to his mother's grave. Six years later, the two protagonists in this nightmare were gone, but he was still trapped in the same place.

"Mom, will you grow again like a tree?"

Ling Xiao dreamed of chatting with his mother before going to bed when he was four years old. At that time, he always had a lot of big questions, and his mother would answer every question seriously.

"Mom, are you going to die?"

"Yes."

"I don't want you to die." Ling Xiao cried anxiously.

"Poor baby..." Mother hugged Ling Xiao in her arms, and comforted her, "After mother dies, you can help her bury her in a place. When you miss her, go there to see her."

"What does it mean to be buried in one place?"

"Just like a big tree, it doesn't move when it's planted in that place."

"Then mother, will you grow again?"

Suddenly the phone rang, like a thunderclap in the dark bedroom.

Ling Xiao sat up, took several deep breaths, and managed to regain his breath. When he put his hands on his forehead, he ran his hands across his cheeks, only to find that there were tears on his face.

Ling Xiao sat in the dark, hugging his legs, and buried his head very low.He's cold. Is the air conditioner turned on too low?Or are you still sick?Probably both.

After recuperating for a while, Ling Xiao picked up the phone and called back.

"Hey, Major C, what are you doing?" Editor Xu An'an's carefree voice came over.

Xu An'an and Ling Xiao have known each other for many years. Since Ling Xiao started writing web articles, Xu An'an was his editor when he first became popular.

Ling Xiao is probably the best co-author Xu Anan has ever worked with, not one of them.

Ling Xiao updated on time, without delay, without typos, and without any low-level mistakes such as incomprehensible sentences, irrational logic, and incoherent plots, which made Xu An'an feel more worry-free and effortless.

Ling Xiao didn't care about money either. After gaining fame, many business cooperations, such as the publication of physical books, film and television adaptations, and all business contacts were also entrusted to Xu An'an.

The only thing that made Xu An'an also curious was that she had known Ling Xiao for five years, and logically speaking, the relationship could be considered pretty good, but she had never met Ling Xiao, and she didn't even have a photo.Maybe it's because Ling Xiao people are abroad.

"sleep."

"Ah, sorry, that woke you up. Hey, it's not daytime, why are you sleeping at this time?"

"I'm back home."

"Ah? Have you returned to your country? When did you return? Hey, hey, um, um, where do you live? Shall we meet?"

"If you have anything to say, just talk on the phone."

Every time Xu An'an spoke or called Ling Xiao, she would always think that a man with such a nice voice should also look extremely handsome.

Thinking about it this way, you will feel that there is no one in the world who can stack buffs so much, how can it be possible for a person to have both literary talent and a magnetic voice, and give you a two-meter long legs.

This kind of good thing probably can only exist in the novels of the domineering president.But because of Ling Xiao's nice voice, every time Xu An'an would look forward to chatting with him for a while longer.

"Oh, it's your martial arts novel that has just been adapted into a movie, the lead actor asked if he could ask the author teacher for advice on the creation process, characters and so on.

I know your style, and I directly refused at first, but I asked you several times over there, and it was Sheng Xia and Sheng Daxing who called me on their own initiative. "

"What did you say the lead actor's name was?" Ling Xiao gasped for breath, and held the phone tightly to his ear.

"Midsummer. Oh, you may not know. You don't stay in China, and you don't know the current entertainment industry. Shengxia is the top of the limelight. It is said that his drama appointments are already scheduled until 2030."

Xu An'an self-servingly praised Midsummer, such as slender waist, long legs, good looks, male god of abstinence, anyway, the current popular words can greet Midsummer.

To put it bluntly, such an exaggeration is somewhat exaggerated, but anyone who has seen Midsummer will feel that no matter how exaggerated the praise is applied to him, it still seems a little inaccurate.

Looking at the entertainment industry, Sheng Xia's looks are good for both men and women.Even those who criticize his acting skills will say something fair.

"Hey, are you still there?" Xu An'an probably realized that he had been boasting about the midsummer for a long time, but there was no movement from Ling Xiao's side. He looked like a fanatic, unprofessional and a little out of control.

"exist."

"That……"

"You know my rules."

Xu An'an wanted to persuade him again, but felt that the hope was slim, so he didn't waste his brain and energy, so he had to give up.

After Ling Xiao hung up the phone, he sat alone in a dark room.He didn't want to think about it, but how could there be so many coincidences in this world?

Ling Xiao felt a headache and felt ridiculous.Why do you still ask this kind of question, is there any point?

Isn't it all because of coincidence that people and talents come together in this world? Sheng Xia happens to be the son of his mother's best friend, so he and Sheng Xia are destined to be young;

And because of midsummer