a few thousand years

Chapter 4

Ling Xiao didn't panic inexplicably like Zhang Ling, but stopped the car and looked out the window at the motionless birds in the air.

A phone call came, which made her almost lose her grip, so she simply put it next to the seat, pinching her flesh with her hands to prevent her emotions from changing too much.

"Hello, mom." Zhang Ling's voice trembled a little, and unspeakable heartache appeared in her heart.

"Girl, can you come back? Your father is dying..." Zhang Ling's mother, who was opposite, kept crying to Zhang Ling.

Zhang Ling's cell phone slipped, and it was only a short time later, how could this be possible, she was very sad, she didn't know what to do, she really wanted to cry.

"Ling... Ling Xiao, I... Dad, my dad, he's going to die." I don't know why she said these words to Ling Xiao, maybe there is only Ling Xiao next to him?
"Uuuuuu Ling Xiao, what should I do, my heart hurts so much, Ling Xiao, Ling Xiao!" At this time, Zhang Ling was already crying

Ling Xiao hugged her lightly, patted her on the back and comforted her: "It's okay to cry, I'm here, it should feel better if you cry."

Zhang Ling couldn't bear it anymore and started to cry. She didn't know how long she cried until her voice became hoarse and her tears dried up.

He regained his sanity: "Drive quickly, I'm going to see my dad"

Ling Xiao: "We've arrived a long time ago"

Ling Xiao stopped all time as early as the moment she cried, just so that she had enough time.

The car was driven to the destination in a way that shrinks the ground to an inch.

Ling Xiao gave her a ray of spiritual energy to restore her body.

After she stumbled out of the car, Ling Xiao followed her invisibly again.

Zhang Ling moved to her father's bed in a vicious manner, a little unacceptable for a while, holding the hand of the crying mother next to her, she couldn't say a word even though her voice was no longer hoarse.

Finally opened his mouth: "Dad, I'm back, wake up!"

The already exhausted body slowly opened its eyes and opened its mouth, but the voice that should have been weak was extremely clear in the ears of the mother and daughter, "Goodbye, girl." Then he closed his eyes, no more You may see lights in your home.

"dad!!!"

"Old man, hey!"

Maybe we will die eventually, and maybe there will be regrets in the story, but we will also understand the peculiarity that belongs to it in the regrets.
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This short story is relatively short, and there is nothing to understand in depth. I briefly said that the center of the book is actually to fill the dissatisfaction and regret in my heart.

Isn't writing a book just to satisfy desires?
(End of this chapter)