After the young master died of leukemia, Mr. Lu went crazy

Saying goodbye to Jian Yang, he walked back alone, intending to disperse the smell of alcohol, so as not to smoke Lin Xi, after walking for a while, his mind gradually cleared up.

It is already 02:30 in the morning. The road is usually blocked and impenetrable. Now there are only a few cars driving on the road. The long road seems to have no end. Several silhouettes are seen in the starlight.

He took a deep breath, hiss, it's so cold.

Standing on the side of the road and sitting for a while, the cold wind could not blow his thoughts away, so he took a taxi back to see it was getting late.

It was already four o'clock in the morning when he arrived, and he quietly went back to take a shower to get rid of the cold. Just as he was about to go out, the light was turned on, and grandma walked slowly to the sofa and sat down, beckoning him to sit down too.

Seeing that there was something to say in this posture, he sat down obediently.

"Xiao An, what are your plans?"

"Grandma, I just want to stay here now, I have no other plans."

Grandma sighed, reached out to stroke her grandson's hair, and said earnestly: "You like someone, grandma has no objection, as long as you don't leave any regrets for yourself."

"Grandma, thank you, I thought you would persuade me to leave him."

"Are you really a grandmother like your father? Life is just so many decades, and life is your own. It's up to you to do what you want to do. How can we intervene?"

You never know which will come first, tomorrow or the unexpected.

It has been snowing for a long time in City A this year, the roads are paved, and the branches are covered with white snow. The vast expanse of whiteness is very beautiful.

Lu Ming suddenly remembered something and ran to the studio, searching for something. He was looking for the last painting, but the painting was messed up, but he couldn't find what he wanted.

In the end, he knelt on the ground, but his peripheral vision fell on the unfinished painting, and he turned the painting over with trembling hands.

Show the delicate words behind.

I was sick, very serious, and finally complied with her words, I was really going to die.

He felt dizzy, his mind was full of Lin Xi, smiling, feeling sad, crying, and finally fixed on that night, that slap.

Maybe he wanted to leave a long time ago, but he was still nostalgic for him, but he didn't cherish it, and the last nostalgia was gone.

He always had the idea of ​​misdiagnosing it, but he couldn't raise his hand to turn over the painting, and he didn't have the courage to say it was fake.

This result was already unbearable for him.

It would have been nice to have found out sooner.

"Qing Yi, why do you think we have come to this point? It would be great if I could react sooner."

Li Qingyi sighed helplessly and did not speak.

"I still remember that he won No.1 in painting in college. We went to the movies together. He smiled and said whether we would be like the movie, together for the rest of our lives, and grow old together." Lu Ming cried sobbing while holding the painting.

On this day many years later, he remembered the past that had been buried deep in his heart, and remembered the heartbeat he had had for him.

I remembered too many memories buried in the long river of time by him.

Lu Ming stared at the painting of his death sentence, tracing the messy lines with his hands.

He finally admitted the reality.

Li Qingyi saw him trembling, as if the sky had fallen, which made him see his former self.

"Am I really wrong?" He asked him like a child, eager for him to give him an answer.

Li Qingyi couldn't bear to watch, turned his face away, and gave him a profile, even though he couldn't bear it, he still told the truth: "Well, you were wrong, maybe the approach was wrong at the beginning."

Lu Ming choked with sobs and leaned over the painting. He felt that this moment could really be described as the end of the world.

"Do you think he was angry at me for treating him badly, so he came to lie to me? He actually hid there and watched my jokes, and then jumped out and smiled and told me that he was scared by me."

"I must have hugged him tight and told him you really scared me."

He had never been a coward, but this time he was.

Li Qingyi didn't want to watch him evade, grabbed his arm, and cruelly pierced his disguise: "Don't lie to yourself! Lin Xi is going to die! He's gone, he won't be angry with you again! He doesn't want you anymore!"

What responded to him was a circle that slammed heavily on his face. Lu Ming was like an angry lion: "He won't die! He won't want me either! It's all because of you, it's all your fault! If it wasn't for you, How could he go!"

Li Qingyi, who was punched, couldn't understand what he meant.

"Why me? You did it yourself!" It's none of his business!

He suddenly remembered that someone said that Lu Ming liked him. He had heard it as a joke at the beginning, but now he remembered it suddenly and combined with what he just said.

"You don't really like me, do you?"

When Lu Ming heard this, he rushed up and punched him again. Suddenly he was beaten again, and his temper also came up.

The two wrestled together, rolling on the ground like two children, punching to the flesh.

At the end of the beating, both of them were wounded, Li Qingyi panted heavily, and looked at the dying person lying beside him.

He knew that Lu Ming was venting his inner discomfort. At this moment, the calmer he was, the greater his stamina. It would be better if the two of them had a fight.

"The past few years have really been like a dream. Since Lin Xi left, it has become more and more unreal. If it weren't for the paintings he left behind and the traces of his life, I would have doubted whether this person was imagined by me. of."

Li Qingyi didn't answer, just listened to him like this, lying on the ground on his back, looking at the ceiling of Lu Ming's house, without moving.

"I dreamed about Lin Xi again yesterday. He is so thin, even thinner than before he left, as if he could be blown away by the wind. I should treat him better."

"Ms. Zhang said it was a relief that he left, but I can't help it. I can't let go. I shouldn't have treated him that way."

When Lin Xi exposed the truth, it would be nice if he didn't choose to leave him here alone.

It would be nice not to be so indifferent to him.

This retribution finally came. After many years, he reflected on his actions for the first time, and soberly recalled the mistakes he made.

He felt sad when he heard it, and turned his head to see that there was something shiny on Lu Ming's face, which slipped from the corner of his eyes into his hair, leaving only a line of transparent marks.

If everything can be done again, he must hold his hand tightly and never separate again.

Li Qingyi really couldn't bear it, this sad atmosphere pulled him up and cursed: "What's the use of regretting here now?! The most important thing now is to find him quickly!"

"I can't find him! Qingyi, I can't find him. I've searched everywhere, but I can't find him. Can you help me? Can you help me find him together?"

Looking at this man who used to be so strong that he had no weaknesses, and now the weak person who begged him to find him together, he looked like a completely different person.

Li Qingyi let out a long sigh.

I hope everything is still in time.

Wang Anmu knew that he liked to read novels, so he found a bunch of novels for him to read, and bought a new cat teaser for the cat.

Lin Xi sat on the rocking chair and flipped through the novel in his hand. The sun shone through the sparse treetops and sprinkled on the young man, with a look of tranquility.

There was undisguised affection in his eyes.

Wang Anmu successfully moved into the room next to him from downstairs.

He obviously lived downstairs, so he had to live in Lin Xi's place with a stern face. The name was to take care of him, and by the way, he could find out immediately when there was an accident.

Lin Xi also refused. He already knew what Wang Anmu was thinking about him. He absolutely couldn't give him any hope. He wanted Grandma Wang to call her back. Who knew that Grandma Wang had returned to her son's house. It was even more impossible for him to move out.

Wang Anmu knew that his grandma had created opportunities for him to be alone, so he made a big comparison in his heart.

Or grandma knows him best.

Knowing that Lin Xi would move out of her old man's house, she ran back to S city ahead of schedule.

"Why do you like reading novels so much?"

Lin Xi was silent for a few seconds, looked at him and said, "I want to know what other people look like when they are blatantly favored in their youth."