The heartthrob's stand-in everyday

Lu Tinghan is his nickname.

I picked it up for him when I successively agreed to adopt him, and it happened to be winter at that time.

Lianyi's father passed away that year. Lung cancer was at an advanced stage, and the cancer cells had spread throughout the lungs.The doctor shook his head at him with the test sheet, saying that he couldn't save him.

He looked at his father lying on the hospital bed through the glass panel, saw his eyes closed tightly, his face was sallow and haggard, and he was about to die, and he walked to him one after another intentionally, and saw a tear in the corner of his eye.

It doesn't matter whether it's the crocodile's tears or not. He just gathered the shareholders of the group for a meeting, and he is already the sure successor.The greatest worry has been lifted, and there seems to be nothing in life that can make him think.

He walked to his father intentionally one after another, lowered his head, and used his eyes to describe this man who had been soaked in women's sex all his life, looking at his swollen eyes, his thin ribs, how his weak arms encircled his mother back then shoulders, who held him above his head?

All childhood longing for his father began to become blurred. The kindergarten teacher asked him why he only painted himself and his mother in the painting called "Home".After thinking about it one after another, he revealed a childish smile: "Dad is going to be someone else's father."

The teacher said "ah" and apologized to him pitifully.

But he didn't need to apologize. The image of his father gradually became blurred with his mother's indifference and absence of growing up. Occasionally, when his mother was sobbing late at night, he remembered that there was such a missing person in the family.

One after another, he got up and walked towards the window. The world was a vast expanse of whiteness. When it was cold, time always passed very slowly. He stared at the snowflakes floating outside in a daze. He saw a child being pushed by his parents to the tree. There is a tree next to it, and there is a snowman standing under the tree. The carrot's nose is crooked. The child reached out and patted the snowman's cheek, making a grimace.

He seemed to be smiling, but it didn't last long.The wheelchair was pushed forward by the man and woman behind him, and the child retracted into the wheelchair again, the smile just now seemed to be short-lived.

The figures of the three were getting farther and farther away, the snow was falling heavily, and the thick snow piled up all over the ground. The man and woman pushed the wheelchair back, but saw the child jumping up and jumping off the wheelchair.

It's hard to describe what kind of picture it was.The child passing by the pine tree and jumping off falls into the white world. He is wearing a white sweater and a white velvet hat. The hat fell off due to his violent movements. He has snow-white hair scattered among the snow colors.

He fell on his back between the sky and the earth, his whole body was snow-white, he was a real ice and snow elf.

One after another, I decided to go downstairs and prepare to go home. When I heard the sound of a child sobbing next door, it was already late, night fell, the moon was shrouded in dark clouds, and even the stars were half gone.After hesitating for a while, he pushed the door open and walked in.

There was no one else in the door, and the couple during the day seemed to have left, leaving only a small child on the bed.

The child looked at him, his eyelashes were pink, long and dense, fluttering, his voice was still crying, but he pretended to be calm at this moment, "Who are you?"

Continuing to smile, "Why are you crying?"

The child in the moonlight wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, he moved his lower lip, "I'm going to die."

Looking intently at his trembling shoulders one after another, the heater in the room was on, and the child's face was baked into powder. He looked at him like this, and reiterated: "I'm going to die."

He added: "I don't want to die."

The child is very cute, even if he cries, it is pear blossoms and rain, which makes people feel pity. His eyes are so wide open, his fists are tightly clenched on the bed sheet, and he is choked up crying: "I want to grow up."

The child didn't understand terminally ill cases, he only saw his mother getting more and more haggard day by day, and his eyes were full of pity.The girl who was admitted to the hospital with him disappeared after the operation, and the nurse who packed her things told him that he would never see the smiling little patient again.

"She's gone," the nurse turned her head to pack up her things, "you won't see her in the future."

"Where are you going?" he asked.

The nurse pointed to the sky.

The mother came back and told him that the girl had gone to heaven to be an angel, and she told him not to be sad, and life in heaven was much better than it is now.

He asked, "Then can I be an angel in the future?"

Mother didn't answer him, she looked at him silently, her once beautiful face was old, and the vicissitudes of life were so realistically presented on her face.

The child understands that the angels the mother talks about are not real angels.

He is going to die.

Since birth, he has always been inseparable from this word.

The child looked at Lianyi silently like his mother, and he asked him, "Will I become an angel after I die?"

Lianyi also looked at him, and many things flashed through his mind in an instant. There was his mother and his father. The combination of these sorrows and joys made him laugh out loud. .”

The child frowned, "Why?"

He continued to say, "You will not die."

The child asked, "Who are you?"

Leaning down one after another intentionally, a pair of eyes glowed brightly: "I am God."

The child did not die after all.

Lianyi took the child home. It happened that there was a heavy snowfall that day, and the road was stuck in traffic for a long time. They watched the heavy snow from the beginning to the end together. In the end, the child became drowsy, and Lianyi suddenly said: "Tinghan."

He said, "Lu Tinghan, what do you think of this name?"

The child frowned and had his own opinion: "Three words are too difficult to write."

Successively laughed dumbfoundedly: "Then Lu Han?"

The child reluctantly nodded: "That's it."

The name Lu Tinghan was not written in the household registration book, but it existed in Lu Han's life all the time.

It was like this when Lianyi was alive. All four children in his family were called by nicknames. He didn’t have a nickname. The most intimate name his mother ever called was baby, but there were so many babies in the world. Anyone can call him a baby, but he doesn't like it.

He likes unique titles, which belong to his own memories, and he feels that his naming skills are really talented.

Lu Tinghan was called to elementary school by him like this, and after school, he looked at him with a frosty face one after another, and couldn't help asking: "What's wrong?"

Lu Tinghan's face turned red and then pale, but he didn't say a word.One after another, she was so curious that her teeth itch, and she went to the school to ask the class teacher about the situation, only to learn that Lu Tinghan was surrounded by students to confess his love at school.

They are all children in the second and third grades, and they feel novelty one after another, so they ask them: "What do you like about him?"

The girls said: "He looks good, like a star!"

Then they chatted miscellaneously about which star is beautiful and who is handsome, and finally they all agree that Lu Tinghan is a future star, and they have to act first.

After going home and telling Lu Tinghan about it one after another, the child looked shocked, and after the shock was over, he raised his head and asked him, "Do I really look like a star?"

One after another, he choked: "Yes, it's okay."

Lu Tinghan thought to himself: "Then I will become a star in the future? I am so good-looking, what if I don't make good use of it."

One after another, I diverged my mind and imagined the situation of being surrounded by various paparazzi when I went out, and immediately refused sharply: "No, if you dare to go, I will sever the father-son relationship with you!"