Yifeng + Continuation: Qinglian + Continuation: Angel Tears

Chapter 13

His tone was that kind of nostalgic gentleness.

"As long as it is your wish, will you work hard to realize it?"

"At least the wish is."

I turned my head and looked into his deep black eyes, which seemed to contain the most tenderness in the world. "If it is realized, will you invite me to be a guest?"

He didn't answer me, just smiled and said, "I have one more wish... Do you want to know?"

I looked at him, waiting for him to finish.

"Another wish is... I want to fulfill this wish with you..."

With him, live this kind of life?In the dream-like scene, there will be our figure...

Show him a smile, "Okay."

……

"I want to fulfill this wish with you."

"Okay."

——The end of "Qing Lian"

Continue "AngelTears"

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I hope to be happy, I have gone through pain and bitterness, and finally I will be happy.

I also wonder if there will be happiness after the happy ending.

If I could know, I would not humblely hope for that little bit of happiness after the pain.

Angels, weep for the unfortunate people in the world.

Then, will he cry for the person who lost after gaining happiness?

I don't know, and I don't want to know.

One

"Xie Qinglian, what's the matter with you? The results of the quiz are low again? Yesterday I told you to go home and study!"

As always, I don't know who stipulated that students in the Faculty of Arts should learn mathematics, so being yelled at by the mathematics teacher like this has become a common occurrence for me, a mathematics idiot-I am used to it anyway.

"Mr. Long, I did study yesterday, but I didn't review it." Word by word, I spoke confidently, "My Xiao Hei kept pestering me yesterday, so I didn't review enough."

My math teacher - Long Xiaohai's face was red and white at times, very interesting.

"Hey, Qinglian, do you have a pet? Is it a dog? Is it cute?" The girl who was familiar with me in the class boldly asked.

Smiling lightly, I answered truthfully: "It's not a dog, but it's very cute, just a little clingy!" The voice still resounded through the classroom.

"Okay, okay, Xie Qinglian, your question... that... I'll talk about it later." Keeping the embarrassment on his face, Long Xiaohai asked me to sit down and listen to the class.

Many people don't understand that I usually have a good tutor and respect my teachers, but I have a bad attitude towards Long Xiaohai who teaches mathematics.Some people think that it is because I simply hate mathematics, but this is the original reason-it is unnecessary.

"Qinglian."

When I was looking up information in the library, a voice appeared above my head.It seems that I will never grow up, my height has been stopped at [-] cm, and I can't break through the [-] cm mark no matter what.

I continued to bury my head in the book, without even raising my head, I asked, "Xiao Hei, what's the matter?"

"I'm really 'Xiao Hei'?" The voice seemed to be begging for mercy.

"That's right, I compete with Yilian for favor every day, and cling to me at night, of course I'm calling Xiao Hei!" Looking up, I grinned.

"You didn't tell me, you didn't review."

"So it's my fault? Huh?"

The momentum was a little less, although he didn't particularly want to admit it, but he still said: "It's my fault, okay?"

I don't know why, but as long as I can see him soften, I will feel better.Standing on tiptoe, I kissed him lightly on the lips.

"Very good!" I took a few books and was about to walk away.However, the waist was hugged, the chin was lifted, and his lips were heavily kissed on my lips, with domineering and irresistible, and full of sweetness.

At the end of this long kiss, I stuck out my tongue and licked his lips. "Okay, I have to go back and check the information. You don't have to wait for me to eat tonight, that's all. I'm leaving, goodbye, Long Xiaohai!"

That's why my math teacher Long Xiao and I don't need to be polite -- Long Xiaohai is my lover.Regarding our love experience, we should only use the words "difficult to say" and "long story".

He was a man like me, and he was my uncle in name, and we stayed together despite the odds.He promised me that he would give me a house not far from the sea, a pond full of green lotuses would be planted in the front yard, and the most beautiful roses would be planted in the back yard.But this is just a dream, as long as we can have dreams in life, we will be very happy—at least when we live in an apartment and can only look out at the sunset from the railing of the balcony, we can still imagine such a dream, and feel that life is indeed worth looking forward to.

In fact, as long as we can be together, it is a good ending.As long as happiness can come, no matter what form it takes, I don't care.

After finishing the part-time job at night, when I returned home, I saw that Long Xiaohai's expression was not particularly good.

"My father is sick and wants me to go back."

He said succinctly, and I responded succinctly: "Oh."

Walking over, he put his arms around me and buried his head in the crescent of my neck, making me itchy. "Qinglian, come with me, I don't want to face it alone."

That suffocating home disgusts me deeply from the bottom of my heart.He didn't want to face it, and neither did I.But we are together, no matter what kind of things, we have to face together.I love him, it is my duty, and it is also the duty of love.

"I'll accompany you, but, on the other hand, you have to be responsible for the housework every day!" I know that at such a time, no kind of gentle words can compare to a sweet coquettish that only belongs to lovers.

"One more thing." He still didn't let go.

"What's the matter?" I always feel that if my lover is pampered, I will become more greedy.

"I want to hold you."

"There's a math quiz tomorrow." If I failed again, he would scold me in front of everyone.

"No more exams." Sure enough, a man's brain is composed of three parts: appetite, sexual desire, and sleep. No matter how sensible the other party is, his IQ will be greatly reduced in these three areas.

"I think I really spoil you today." As I said that, I leaned my whole body weight on him, "I don't want to leave, you carry me back to the bedroom!"

Two

There are so many faces, I don't know what kind of expression I should show—maybe I don't need to show any expression at all.

Almost all relatives and friends in the family gathered around my sick grandfather—except for the grandson above his name—me.

The same is true for Long Xiaohai, even if the father is irresponsible, it is still his father after all.He stood by the bed, like every filial son who stayed by the bed to accompany his dying father, with a docile expression.

He is called Ling Xiaofeng - that name that we have all forgotten for a long time.And I am also called - Ling Qinglian.

All eyes were on my lover and his father, but no one noticed me—the boy wearing a baseball cap standing in the corner.Watching them talk, I felt that I was really a free person, no one would take care of me, and no one would pay attention to me—they really regarded me as an outsider.

Really bored, the phone in my pocket was vibrating, I gently took it out, and saw the text message sent to me by my classmate: "Qinglian, what are you doing?"

Smile, what am I doing?

"I'm watching the excitement." After sending the text message, I laughed again.Yes, I am watching the fun.

"Does it look good?" The text message was sent back after a while.

Seeing the scene in front of me, I shrugged at my phone. "It's not bad. It's better to see something than nothing. Talking is always better than nothing."

"Qinglian, my father wants me to go home and inherit the property."

When we got home, Long Xiaohai said this to me.

"Oh." I replied concisely.

"what should I do?"

I felt that his question was a bit superfluous, so I simply told him: "You can do whatever you think is good."

He grabbed my shoulder and looked into my eyes: "Qinglian, can you tell me what should I do?"

"What do you think?"

He didn't speak or look at me.I smiled lightly, and continued: "When you ask me like this, you already have at least [-]% hesitation, what is going to happen, do you really need me to tell you?"

"I love you." When he said these three words, his expression was determined.

"I love you too." I hold his face, "So I hope you are happy and don't regret your impulsive decision."

Then, he went home again -- still with me.

"Xiao Feng, have you made up your mind?" My grandfather looked at his youngest son, although he was on the sick bed, his eyes were still piercing.

After a moment of silence, he said slowly, "Father, I want Qinglian to make a decision about my future."

At this time, everyone noticed the boy who was silent in the corner.Their eyes, like knives, stabbed straight at me, which made me truly understand for the first time what it means to be "the target of public criticism".

But they just looked at me, but none of them greeted me, as if I was an existence that shouldn't appear.

"Qinglian?" A pair of big gentle hands caressed my head. Is that person—Lin Yuncheng—my biological father? ! "I've already grown so tall, I always feel that it's just a flash of time."

I don't know why, but the temperature from my father's hand made me want to shed tears.

I opened my mouth and wanted to call him, but I found that I couldn't say anything at the moment.

"Yuncheng." My biological grandfather called me in a low voice.