Brother Gao Leng, be nice

Chapter 193 Snow Encounter ([-])

The temperature inside the house was very warm, Chu Yunshen walked slowly to the window, looking out at the strange city covered by heavy snow.

The light in his eyes was faint, and he didn't know what he thought of, and his eyes seemed to be covered by fog, and he couldn't see the real emotion in his eyes clearly.

Su Jin was packing her luggage in the bedroom, halfway through packing, but stopped, then frowned, and dumped the luggage out again.

When she walked out of the room, she saw Chu Yunshen standing by the window, thinking about this person's previous request to stay here for a short time, and without accident, Su Jin would naturally not agree to him.

No one knew better than Su Jin that this person was on the verge of life and death several times when his condition worsened.

Like a kite that would break at any moment and go with the wind, she spent so much effort to hold this thread in her hand for so many years.

However, following the refusal, the scene of this person leaning on the hospital bed alone and facing the empty ward still appeared in his mind involuntarily.

The natural illness not only bound this person's body, but also bound the joy and freedom that originally belonged to him.

Su Jin looked at Chu Yunshen's back quietly, as if she had been thinking for a long time, before she said, "Although I didn't promise you to stay here for too long, I can take you wherever you want to go now."

Hearing Su Jin's voice suddenly, Chu Yunshen turned his head. His tall and thin back was still covered with a blanket, and his complexion was faintly pale, but his eyes gradually brightened following her words, obviously a little surprised Yu Sujin's sudden change of attitude, "What are you..."

''If you continue to hesitate, maybe I will change my mind again." Su Jin said with a smile on purpose.

Chu Yunshen also frowned slightly, he turned his head, looked at the scene outside, and breathed out a thought that had been buried for a long time, and in a blink of an eye, there was a certain emotion in his eyes again.

Su Jin also wanted to know what Chu Yunshen would say immediately. This person often said that he wanted to come to her hometown, but he never said what he wanted to do here.

I saw Chu Yunshen turned his head, wrapped the blanket around his body a little tighter, looked straight at her with shards of light in his eyes, and said softly, "I don't know, do I have the qualifications to meet my aunt. "

Su Jin was obviously taken aback by this answer, and she said hesitantly, "You know...my mother."

"I know." As if she knew what Su Jin's hesitant words were, she was interrupted by Chu Yunshen just as she spoke, and the man's eyes flashed with emotions that were similar to pity, but also seemed to be afraid of being hurt. The man seemed to find out, and quickly covered it up, "I know, Su Jin, I know everything."

Chu Yunshen knew more than Su Jin thought.

When Su Jin lost control of her emotions and wanted to die several times, he stayed by her side, watching her chaotic state after taking the medicine, and listening to her whispers that she never took the initiative to say in the middle of the night.

Sometimes it's an apology whispered for his own guilt, and sometimes he will call out some names that are extremely unfamiliar to Chu Yunshen, most of which are about the name called Cheng Yi, but compared to this, there is another person who she doesn't know. Stop repeating people.

mother.

"I'm sorry, Mom... I was wrong, it was my fault..."

"Mom...you come back, don't leave me''

''Mom, you're gone, Ah Jin has no home...''

Although it was an intermittent dream language, after listening to it for a while, with Chu Yunshen's intelligence, he could naturally spell out the general details.

For some reason, the girl he liked lost her home and drifted to his side. The two lonely people, in the name of husband and wife, supported each other and redeemed each other for so many years.

It's just that his ability is limited, he can heal the visible wounds on Su Jin's body, but still can't heal the scars on her heart.

"Mr. Chu's identity should still be qualified, Mrs. Chu."

Chu Yun looked at her quietly, his tone was joking, but the seriousness in his eyes was extremely obvious.

For this reason again, Su Jin chuckled helplessly. It seemed that this person had no other excuses except Mrs. Chu's reason.

"Of course you have the qualifications, Mr. Chu."

The snow outside the window was still falling, and some of it fell on the window with the wind. Through the window, there were two people looking at each other and smiling.

The temperature inside the house was warmer, and the snow on the window gradually melted, and finally turned into water droplets that slowly flowed down the glass.

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Meanwhile, another place.

Wearing a thick overcoat, Su Shaoyun came out from the gate of Su's house with a long broom in his hand.

There was snow on his hair, looking at it so vaguely, it really showed his age somewhat.

His eyes were blinded by the breath exhaled from the mask, but he walked skillfully to the side of the car and got on the car.

Not far away, Lin Qian looked at the back of Su Shaoyun's shadow as he started the car and drove away through the window.

She clutched the curtain tightly with her hands, her face full of resentment.

Scenes like this happen almost every year.

The person who usually lives in seclusion and can't wait to get rid of all the news, so diligently going out every day without fear of the severe cold, who else can there be except his sister who can't let go of it all the time.

Plowing snow?
Sweeping snow from the grave... Heh,

Lin Qian sneered.

Some people really don't stop dying.

Just at this time, a seven or eight-year-old boy came over. His body was covered with colorful paints, and Lin Qian's gloomy expression could not be seen. He tugged at the hem of Lin Qian's clothes and said softly, "Mom, the painting is finished."

Lin Qian turned around when she heard the words, and walked to the painting next to the boy with a serious expression. Looking at the painting in front of her that had not improved at all, she frowned and looked at the boy. He sharply accused: "What's the matter with you, after studying for so long, you haven't made any progress!"

She pointed at the boy's head with a strong hand, "I want you, what's the use, what's the use, so that your father will never look at us for the rest of his life!"

The boy was obviously particularly sensitive to the father Lin Qian spoke of. He knew that man was his father, a person who would never glance at him.

He also had some dissatisfaction in his eyes. For the first time, he refuted Lin Qian and said, "I don't like painting! He doesn't like me either. No matter what I do, he won't like me!"

"What are you talking about!" Lin Qian obviously didn't expect that such a child who had always been obedient would have a day when she would confront her.

Unable to refuse, she stuffed the paintbrush into the boy's hand again, and forced him to hold it, "Draw for me, draw for me! Su Biyun can do it, Su Jin can do it, I don't believe my son can't do it! Do you hear me? painting!"

The boy was obviously hurt by her strength, and cried loudly.

The cry, accompanied by the woman's roar, passed through the window into the vast white snow.

This winter snow is full of all joys and sorrows.

Some people are happy, and naturally some people are sad.

(End of this chapter)