She is soft on my heart

Chapter 165 Remember to look forward
It's the new year again.

For Li Xingchen this year, everything he felt, thought, and experienced, perhaps from the beginning, was destined to be an unforgettable engraving.

These days after returning from the club, for Yu Li Xingshen, it was blank and tormented, unknown and endlessly waiting, apprehensive.

She will always trust Jiang Cong, he will not leave her alone.

Li Xingshen never shed a single tear, as if he had become an empty shell with a dysfunctional mind, calling Jiang Cong repeatedly.

As if that's all she does.

She closed herself in the room, staring in a daze at the black screen of the phone that was turned off countless times, then turned it on, and called again.

The only thing that can make her emotionally fluctuate is when she sees those live news.

The family members of the victims who asked for an explanation and compensation held signs and huddled and cried in front of the Tengfeng Group building. They suddenly lost their loved ones, and they lost their reason because of grief and resentment.

Thinking of the red "threat" in front of the club's door, the dry paint that crawled in winding directions, like blood and tears for life, Li Xingshen's heart felt as if someone had tightly clenched his heart, the pain from needle pricks, and his limbs were covered with blood. Chilling with fear.

What's even more frightening is that the Internet began to blindly and blindly turn the blame and outlet on Jiang Cong, labeling him as Jiang Anchuan's son, and overwhelming the young man with abuse and out-of-the-box slanders, which has alerted the police to come forward.

Where is he now, and whether he has been hurt, Li Xingchen doesn't know.

No one could find Jiang Cong, he seemed to have evaporated from the world.

……

When Li Xingshen saw Jiang Cong again, it was more than two weeks later.

That is New Year's Eve.

A big day for them.

Li Xingchen forgot what she wanted to do when she came down from the stairs. She was not dressed thickly, and her figure seemed to be even weaker and thinner. She stood beside a few broken bicycles in front of the doorway, with her head down and motionless.

The night is very dark, with a cold wind blowing, the sky above the head is like a black cloth that can destroy everything, and the hook-like moon hangs, looking too pale.

The street lamp broke down completely at some point, and no one repaired it, and the vision in the distance was all blurry and dark, and she didn't look far away.

Li Xingchen was very cold, but she didn't feel cold. She must have stood for a long time, because her legs gradually became numb.

As if thinking of something, she suddenly raised her head and looked towards a small path on the side of the building. From the dark path, there was an open space behind the building.

It was the place where Jiang Cong set off fireworks for her on New Year's Eve last year.

The fireworks are beautiful, but they always stop, but the fireworks have illuminated her heart ever since.

Li Xing stepped forward, intending to walk in that direction.

When passing around those broken bicycles, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a tall black figure coming out of the darkness not far away.

Li Xingchen's footsteps suddenly froze, his nerves tensed, and his silent heartbeat seemed to come alive at this moment, and suddenly accelerated.

There was a few seconds of stagnant reaction time, and then, with her shoes on the ground, she turned slowly.

Turning only halfway, Li Xingshen's eyes turned red instantly when his eyes met, and tears welled up like springs.

Jiang Cong, dressed in black, stopped when she turned around, stood there, and looked at her silently.

The boy was still tall, but his back seemed not as straight and strong as before. He seemed very tired.

Jiang Cong was also wearing a black baseball cap with the brim pressed down very low, and the shadow cast by the brim almost covered most of his face, only a thin chin and bloodless lips were visible.

His whole body was a heavy and dead black, as if he had been deprived of vitality, swallowed by the dense dark night around him, and finally gave up struggling, sank into the quagmire, and merged with it.

Li Xingchen cried and ran over to hug him tightly, dragging his back, hurting like a tearing wound, Jiang Cong's lips were weakly pale, and his forehead covered by the hat was covered with sweat.

He tried his best to endure the countless wounds on his body, embraced the little girl into his arms, covered her head with his palms, and stroked her gently.

"I'm such a jerk, I made our children worry."

Li Xingchen listened to his voice that was so hoarse that he couldn't make it, and wanted to call out to him, but his throat seemed to be blocked and he couldn't make a sound.

"Did your family make things difficult for you when you went back home?"

Li Xing shook his head, swallowed sourly, moved his lips and said, "My brother is here..."

The boy's embrace was still so warm, and she missed him so much, but the smell on his body was no longer familiar, mixed with disinfectant and liquid medicine, and the long-lasting smell of blood seemed to be stabbing her heart with a knife.

"Jiang Cong...are you injured?" Li Xingchen raised her head from his arms, her eyelashes were wet with tears, she was sobbing and sobbing, the tears blurred her vision, she wiped it away, trying to see his face clearly .

"Does it smell bad on me?" Jiang Cong frowned, trying to let her go.

Li Xingchen hugged him and shook his head desperately, "No...no, it doesn't smell bad..."

"Thin?" Jiang Cong frowned and pinched her cheek, his tone was a little angry: "Didn't eat well?"

He acted indifferently as if nothing had happened, how could Li Xingchen have the heart to answer his question about her, his chin was thin and pointed, and his cheeks were slightly sunken.

Li Xingchen stretched out his hand, and he bowed in cooperation, lowering his head.

Touching his face lightly with fingertips, Li Xing's head was heavy from crying, out of breath: "Jiang Cong, you, can you...don't go...okay..."

Jiang never answered, his expression was hidden under the shadow of the hat, but he held her cheeks with both hands, gently wiped away her tears with his slightly rough fingertips, and gently coaxed: "Little crying bag, don't cry anymore. Don't cry anymore, huh?"

"I don't want..." Li Xingchen grabbed his clothes, and his voice became hoarse: "You answer me."

"I'll cry and kiss you again." He threatened in the same tone as before.

Li Xing couldn't hold back his tears, he held her face with his hands, his lips fell down, a little dry, and they were slowly moistened little by little between gentle kisses.

For a long time, she was still crying, and his palms were full of tears. Jiang Cong left her lips, rubbed the tip of his nose lightly, and smiled helplessly, "I didn't say goodbye, why are you crying all the time?"

"I'm afraid you'll leave...Jiang Cong, you won't come back after you leave..."

Jiang Cong looked directly at her, and suddenly, he hugged her again, hugged her tightly, and put his chin against her hair, not wanting her to see the distress and pain in his eyes.

His voice was trembling, he kept pausing, and it took him a long time to finish his sentence: "Then let me ask you, Li Xingchen, if we separate, will you remember me in the future?"

Li Xing shook his head dully against his chest, his shoulders shook violently, like a crying child, "I don't want... I don't want to separate, after you promised me, have you forgotten..."

Obviously there is no injury on the chest, but it hurts more than any other place on the body.

How could Jiang Cong forget.

He was besieged and seriously injured by those crazy family members, and was protected by the police in the hospital.

Today is their one year anniversary together.

He sneaked out to see her, not wanting her to worry that the gauze on his head was also torn off by him, rubbed by the hat, and a bright red blood flowed down his temples.

Jiang Cong finally told her.

"Li Xingchen, I really like you, and I want to love you forever."

"But I'm a bastard... Maybe I'm going to lose my word."

"Li Xingchen, remember to look forward."

Li Xingshen.

The road ahead will be fine.

Don't look back.

　It is very sad to write, today Chapter 2 will be late, it will be past midnight.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)