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"You go to see what he is doing, he is not worth your time to see him." Lin Qingchen helped Song Qinglian wipe away the fine rainwater from his face.

Song Qinglian's expression seemed numb and mechanical, and his voice was still indifferent, "I'm just going to scold him, don't think I'm just going to miss old love."

Lin Qingchen didn't open his mouth to speak, but just stared at her steadfastly, not peeking out anything from her empty eyes.

Su Wuqi saw that Lin Qingchen's back was getting wet, so he walked over and put an umbrella on top of his head to protect him from the rain.

"Aunt Song, let's go back quickly, it's easy to die in the rain."

Song Qinglian turned slightly to look at him, very indifferent.

There's even...hate in it.

Su Wuqi lowered his eyes, his deep gaze was like the sea.

Lin Qingchen also felt that Song Qinglian's health was not very good all the time, and such rain would really make people sick.

"Mom, let's go back." Lin Qingchen hugged Song Qinglian's shoulders and led her back.

Song Qinglian was extraordinarily quiet that night, without the enthusiasm of scolding "a dog" when he saw Lin Qingchen in the past.

It was as quiet as a pool of stagnant water, which made people feel uneasy.

Back at the Su family's mansion, Lin Qingchen went back to the servant's room with her, boiled hot water for her, waited for her to take a shower, took care of her to go to bed, and made sure that she didn't have a fever before returning to the house.

Su Wuqi has been waiting for him to come back in the hall.

"Why don't you go back to your room first?" Lin Qingchen walked up to him and stroked his cheek.

Su Wuqi grasped his hand tightly, looked up at him, "We'll go up together when you come back."

"Why are you so clingy?" Lin Qingchen bent down and looked at his pretty eyes.

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Wuqi suddenly pulled Lin Qingchen into his arms, hugging him so tightly that Lin Qingchen could hardly breathe.

"Why are you hugging me so tightly all of a sudden, let go, I'm going to be breathless." Lin Qingchen's tone sounded like she was being coquettish again.

Su Wuqi put his head on Lin Qingchen's shoulder, his eyes were not focused, and he said in a daze, "I just suddenly feel very insecure."

His face rubbed against Lin Qingchen's profile.

Like restless pets, they need real comfort.

Lin Qingchen stroked the back of his head, and pressed his head on her shoulder with a little strength.

Actually, Su Wuqi didn't know.

He's in the same mood right now.

He thought maybe it was because he drank too much wine tonight.

"Don't be afraid." Lin Qingchen used the words that Su Wuqi often comforted him, "I will always be here."

In this world, in this life, no one seems to love me more than you, and I will perch on this tree of you forever.

Su Wuqi closed his eyes, took a deep breath, absorbed Lin Qingchen's scent, and said "um".

The next day, Lin Qingchen went to see Song Qinglian and brought her some medicine.

Song Qinglian wasn't sick, but he was not in a good mood.

Lin Qingchen wanted to take her to the hospital for an examination, but she refused, saying that she didn't need it and she couldn't die.

She told Lin Qingchen to put down her things and leave quickly, so as not to bother her.

For the past two days, the city of G has been cloudy and rainy, and the sky is so dark that there is no life at all, and it even affects people's mood.

Song Qinglian finally fell ill.

I had a fever during the night, but fortunately, it was not a high fever.

Lin Qingchen was worried and went to see her again.

I took medicine for her, poured boiling water, and took her temperature. She has basically returned.

The atmosphere in the small room was extremely quiet, if not for hearing Song Qinglian's breathing, Lin Qingchen almost thought there was no one here.

"Mom, let's go to the hospital." Lin Qingchen persuaded her again earnestly, "Going to the doctor will make you feel better."

Song Qinglian lay motionless on the bed and did not respond.

Lin Qingchen sighed "Hey", knowing that she was rejecting her request again.

Sitting beside her bed for a while, Lin Qingchen observed this small room. In just two or three days, a lot of dust had accumulated on the table and the floor, and the windows were tightly closed and airtight.

Lin Qingchen stood up, opened a window, picked up the chicken feather blanket hanging on the wall, and cleaned all the surfaces where dust could be seen.

"what are you doing?"

Song Qinglian suddenly appeared behind him and spoke quietly, which startled him.

At this time, she looked extremely gloomy, her hair was loose, she was wearing a nightgown, and her hands were hanging by her sides like ghosts.

Lin Qingchen covered her heart, "Mom, why are you standing behind me and scaring me?"

The corner of Song Qinglian's mouth curled up into a strange smile, "Are you guilty?"

"What..." Lin Qingchen looked at her incomprehensibly, "What guilt?"

Song Qinglian suddenly became ruthless, grabbed his neck, and pushed him to the ground violently.

"You are guilty!!"

Lin Qingchen felt dizzy for an instant, dizzy to the point of nausea, and a pain in the back of her head.

"Mom... what are you..." Lin Qingchen clasped Song Qinglian's hand, "let go of me...I'm very sad... ..”

Song Qinglian's eyes were wide open, his brows were furious, his face was ferocious, his jaw was tense, and he forcefully squeezed out words, "You are worthy of being the seed of your scumbag father, you are all the same!"

"damn it......"

Lin Qingchen's face flushed red, her legs kept paddling back and forth on the ground, and she pinched Song Qinglian's hand tightly, trying to gain some space to breathe, but she couldn't break free from the force of her lunatic at this moment.

He held his head up, his mouth open, like a dying fish.

"Mom...you let me go...I'm not that scum..."

"I am your... son." The voice was hoarse.

There was a little madness in Song Qinglian's eyes, which concealed her sanity, her eyes were fixed on Lin Qingchen's mouth, and she said fiercely, "I saw you hugging and kissing each other that day, and you were trying to lie to me that you would keep a distance from him ?!"

Lin Qingchen was startled, and grabbed her arm tightly.

"You are worthy of being his kind. You have his perverted genes in your bones, and you are all perverts!" Song Qing said fiercely.

The depression accumulated for so many days finally chose to explode today.

The scene of Lin Qingchen and Su Wuqi hugging and kissing in the car that day reminded her of her perverted scumbag husband decades ago.In the dimly lit corridor, he saw his husband being pressed against the wall by a man and kissed, with an emotional look, and the kiss was so ecstasy.

At that moment, I ran away desperately, stumbled and endured the discomfort of vomiting in my stomach, and finally found a toilet. I squatted on the ground and vomited upside down.

She will always remember the feeling of nausea and pain mixed together, feeling that her brain is about to explode and her body is about to be torn apart.

"You are all disgusting! You are all perverts! A man kissing a man! How can you enjoy it without feeling disgusting? Song Qinglian has lost his mind, his face is terribly hideous, looking at Lin Qingchen's eyebrows and eyes are somewhat similar to his, showing that it seems to be confused with the past, "Tell me how to enjoy it! Perverted! Disgusting!"

Tears fell from the corners of Lin Qingchen's eyes, and he said with difficulty: "I'm different from that scum..."

"I... am not a pervert!!"