Reborn 1980, Dr. Su became popular in the XNUMXs

Chapter 285 The last card
A dish of tomato fish ball noodles.

When the finished product was served, it was sour, sweet, refreshing and tender, with just the right flavor. Even Zhang Yun, who doesn't like fish, was full of praise for it.

Five stars!
Ling Yicheng felt better now.

"Auntie, if you like you, eat more. There's a lot cooked in the pot." He had a well-behaved and masterly look on his face.

Zhang Yun filled a bowl honestly and sincerely.

Ling Yicheng lost his dislike for grass carp in a second.

Su Xiaoli's eyes were bright and happy!
Usually my mother only eats half a bowl before putting her chopsticks away, but today was really good.

Reward mom with a little red flower.

Oh, yes, today’s chef will also be rewarded with a little red flower.

After the meal, the two took a long walk.

They all ate too much.

The long journey is peaceful and calm, and my heart is settled.

Of course, more settled in the stomach.

"I didn't expect grass carp fish balls to be so delicious." Although the autumn night wind was a bit cold, Su Xiaoli had a warm face.

"Yeah." Ling Yicheng originally despised grass carp for saying "mud can't hold up a wall", but now he had to nod.

After all, the family's reaction during dinner and the fact that there was no soup left in the pot said it all.

The two of them scattered, wandering around, and somehow ended up in front of Ling Yicheng's own house.

Su Xiaoli definitely seemed unintentional.

Only this time, she handed the door key to Ling Yicheng.

Ling Yicheng opened the door himself and walked into the yard of his home. The moonlight poured down like water. He stood quietly under the big tree for a long time.

After a long while, he said gently and solemnly: "I like it very much."

"I just hope you don't blame me for being nosy." Su Xiaoli smiled silently.

After locking the door, the two continued to walk slowly, chatting occasionally, but mostly in soft silence.

Ling Yicheng looked at the faintly flickering water patterns in the back sea, feeling peaceful and comfortable in his heart.

He smiled happily and said, "It's really nice here."

Su Xiaoli smiled lightly at him.

The corners of the mouth are curved, and a smile is enough to make the autumn night tipsy.

The autumn wind blew by the seaside, and the lingering taste of wind and water quietly came to Ling Yicheng's heart.

"In addition to buying a house, I also invested part of the 20 you gave me and donated some to a welfare home." The girl said softly.

"Well, it's good." Ling Yicheng answered her softly.

He turned his head and looked at the quiet Su Xiaoli beside him. Tomorrow he would go to the battlefield again...

Ling Yicheng had never felt so nostalgic for this girl.

He even wanted to hug her secretly, to fulfill his little wish, hoping to warm up the cold winter, or, in case... finally... he could rest in peace.

But in the end, his hand failed to touch Su Xiaoli's arm and he retracted it.

Still don't have enough courage to face the self that longs to be loved.

Moreover, what he is doing now is to hit the dark night with his fragile body, trying to open a hole.

All love can probably only be his business.

The moon slowly moved its position, and the two finally walked back to the door of Su Xiaoli's house.

Before opening the door, Su Xiaoli's hand holding the key suddenly stopped, and she turned to look at Ling Yicheng. Her originally peaceful eyes could no longer hide her nervousness.

Hesitant to speak.

After a while, she dared to ask: "Are you... afraid?"

Ling Yicheng looked back at her, turned away, and fell into deep silence.

Of course... I will be afraid, but I am not afraid either.

I am not afraid of going to jail, nor of being an informant. I am just afraid that you will be unhappy, and I am even more afraid that I will never see you again. For a long time, Ling Yi seemed to have figured something out, and seemed to have made up his mind. He mustered up the courage to look into her eyes, staring at the girl with burning eyes.

The deep voice even had a little more... imperceptible clumsiness.

"I'm most afraid of not being able to go home and make fish balls for you."

This is the boldest revelation in the dark night.

About mission, about love, about longing.

Not even talking about confession, Ling Yicheng's palms were already sweaty.

Youth, enthusiasm and loneliness are clearly written on his face.

A huge gamble has come to this point, and now that something is wrong is discovered, Su Xiaoli has no way out.

The first half of the sentence was exactly the answer she was expecting, but the look in his eyes and the second half of the sentence... came suddenly and unexpectedly.

She smelled danger and instinctively shrank her guard.

The blankness in her mind and the shock in her eyes were too late to clear up. Su Xiaoli suddenly avoided Ling Yicheng's eyes, not daring to look at him again.

As if he had done something wrong, he bowed his head deeply and tried hard to suppress his disordered heartbeat.

A gamble without careful preparation would actually lead to this.

At this moment, it was like facing the sword of execution.

As expected, nine out of ten bets result in losses, and big bets are harmful to one's health. Because of his courage, he actually dared to set up such a risky situation, and in the end he dug a bigger hole for himself to fall into.

For a moment, Su Xiaoli was ashamed and annoyed, and her face turned red.

Countless options rushed into my mind, and it was confusing.

retreat? hide? escape? Bluntly? negative?
No, neither can.

Are you just going to accept your fate and call it quits before you even get off the table?
It was the critical moment, the last blow, was it going to push him back to the cliff?
Single root grass has been raised at home.

In a gambling game, there is only one last card left, and all the cards are cleared. You must ensure that you win this game first, and at least help him realize the first half of the sentence - go home.

Extending one's head is a sword, and shrinking one's head is also a sword.

After experiencing a thrilling experience, the confusion disappeared deep in Su Xiaoli's lowered eyes, leaving only a faint flash of light, just like the back sea under the moon.

Pretending to be calm, she handed the key in her hand to Ling Yicheng, "This one belongs to this family."

In a huge gamble, everyone has his own trump card and his own life-saving card.

This key——is Su Xiaoli's last card.

If Ling Yicheng fails to live up to this key, she will kill him with her own hands.

Sunk costs are not costs.

Even though...the fish balls are really delicious.

Ling Yicheng took the key with his slightly trembling hand, as if he had taken over something deep, complex, dangerous and fascinating.

The key was slowly inserted into the door lock, and it was like salvation was slowly pierced into his soul and heart.

Lying back on her bed, Su Xiaoli could no longer hide her shame and annoyance.

Sure enough, the gifts of fate are all secretly marked with prices.

To achieve the first half of the sentence, you must first accept the second half. It seemed like he won the first game, but it made the subsequent starts even more embarrassing.

She knew there were some unexplainable mistakes here, but she was willing to admit defeat and had to admit it first.

Su Xiaoli once again reminded herself to remember: no matter what Ling Yicheng wanted to express or how he wanted to go home, this was really the last time he trusted her.

What if...she will definitely send him in before her end comes.

Even if the price is to be hated by Ling Yicheng and Lin Yaru, even if he dies in prison, it is better than dying on the street with no one to collect his body.

This time, since you have already entered the game, let nature take its course before receiving the chips, but follow your heart.

The next morning, she still didn't bother Ling Yicheng. It was time to run, go to class, and work.

The sky is bright and clear.

Ling Yicheng had a good night's sleep.

A good relationship, no matter what the core emotion, is to give each other a sense of security. We need some fiction for a relationship to take root.