Chapter 83

Jiang Xu had a long and far-reaching dream.

In her dream, she was still a child. She repeatedly pushed open the door of lanjinxi's bedroom.

The door was mahogany with delicate flowers carved on it. It was thick and clumsy. Carrying her schoolbag, she held out her hand and pushed the door open. It was very dark in the room. Only the window showed the bright sky. The window screen was blown by the wind. The pale woman turned back and there was a pool of dark red blood under her feet.

When she saw Jiang Xu, she gave a weak and helpless smile. Xiao Jiang Xu rushed to her mother and tried to hold her. The child didn't know what so much blood meant, but her biological instinct made her afraid. She could only hide in her mother's arms to absorb a little warmth.

Lanjinxi is very beautiful and graceful, often smiling gently, but at that time, when the bright sunlight outside the window shines on her side face, it outlines a kind of boundless loneliness and sadness.

She gently stroked her daughter's face and asked softly, "Jiang Jiang, how did you come back?"

Xiaojiang whew opened his eyes and said, "it's my grandfather who picked me up."

LAN Jinxi sighed slightly. The vein cut on her wrist was still gurgling with blood, but she didn't care. She just bent down slightly, held Jiang Xiu on the windowsill and said, "Jiang Jiang, mother is leaving you."

"Why? For what? " Jiang Xiu was a sensible child since she was a child. She would never cry easily. Even at this time, she would have to hold back her tears. She looked at her mother in panic: "is Jiang not good? I will be obedient in the future... "

"No LAN Jinxi gently stroked her forehead and gave her a kiss, "Jiang Jiang is the best child."

"Mom's just sick." LAN Jinxi calmly said: "it's a disease that can't be cured. Long, long time ago, my mother should have left. Now it's finally the time, so my mother is going to leave."

"But..." Xiaojiang Xu grabbed the corner of lanjinxi's clothes, and her eyes were full of accumulated tears, "but didn't mom take ginger?"

LAN Jinxi smiles for a while, but her tears fall down. She begins with a smile that seems to be self mocking. Her voice is choking: "Jiang Jiang, it's a very good place. You can't go now. You should take good care of your grandfather in the future, don't you know? Mom will be watching you all the time. "

She slowly sat by the bed, where she kept a pot of her favorite hydrangea. She closed her eyes tired, leaned on her daughter, took her hand and said softly, "Jiang Jiang, mom, I hope you will be safe and happy in the future."

Xiao Jiang Xiu was stiff and nodded desperately: "Mom... Mom, I'll be obedient... Don't sleep well..."

She knew instinctively that once LAN Jinxi's eyes closed, she couldn't open them any more.

"My life..." Lan Jinxi murmured: "life is like a joke."

……

Jiang Xiu repeatedly dreams of this scene, she was a very strong child, but finally still can't bear to cry out.

Fu Chenhan lay on her bunk and was suddenly awakened. He frowned and turned on the light. Sure enough, he saw that on his big black bed, the child was curling up with the quilt. It looked like a homeless animal. He buried his face in the quilt and sobbed.

Fu Chenhan didn't get in touch with a little girl of this age, and he didn't know how to get along with her. He stood by the bed for a long time, and his tall figure almost covered Jiang Xiu. If someone didn't know about it at this time, he would probably think that Fu Chenhan was a beast and killed the little girl on the bed.

But I don't know that the man who retreated in the rumor is at a loss and helpless at this time.

Cry... How to do? Hold it in your arms? How on earth to coax?

Han Ye stretched out his hand and made two gestures on the little girl. He had no idea what to do. He was just about to ask pingbai to get some scriptures, when Jiang Xu suddenly called out: "don't want ginger..."

The voice was low and soft, like the claws of a little suckling cat scratching slowly on the heart. Half of the body was numb with electricity.

Fu Chenhan did not go out after all. Instead, he sat down beside the bed, put his hand around Jiang Xu, and explored her forehead. He found that the fever had basically gone down, and a stone in his heart had fallen to the ground, but he didn't realize it.

Fu Chenhan hugged Jiang Xu and bumped awkwardly. He thought the thief was stupid, so he just grabbed Jiang Xu's soft hand and said in a low voice: "no, I don't want you."

Jiang Xiu seemed to be assured. She gave a soft smile and carefully held Fu Chenhan's hand to her heart. It was a precious and important gesture.

Fu Chenhan: "he moved his wrist slightly and felt the unusual softness, which made his palms stiff.

For a long time, Fu Chenhan stares at the innocent child who is sleeping in his arms, with crystal clear tears hanging from the corner of his eyes. He licks his teeth with the tip of his tongue: "I'm not old, but I can seduce my uncle."

He adjusted Jiang Xiu's posture to make her sleep more comfortable. He leaned on the head of the bed, and his eyelashes dropped dense shadows on his lower eyelids. He pinched Jiang Xiu's cheek: "this is what you hold, don't say uncle takes advantage of you."

Then he moved the hand he held with peace of mind and narrowed his eyes and laughed.

……

The dream is like a huge piece of glass, broken by a hammer. In a moment, no matter the bloodstain in the room or the lanjinxi beside the bed, it turns into a flying ash bubble. Jiang Xiu raises his head in confusion and hears someone in the broken glass say: "no, I don't want you."

His voice was low and hoarse, with a little indescribable anger and depression, and a trace of unknown softness and helplessness.

Jiang Xu turns back, everything behind him is like white paper being raised, all kinds of flashiness and horror are turned into bubbles, and finally nothing is left.

... suddenly very relieved.

It was a sense of security she had never had since her mother died.

……

At four o'clock in the morning, Jiang Xu opened his eyes.

Her head is still dizzy, not very clear, looking at things is also a little fuzzy, feel oneself in a generous and warm place, earn a few, whine.

"Awake?" The man's hoarse voice sounded on his head. Jiang Xu looked up blankly. He saw that Fu Chenhan had bowed his head and pasted it gently with her forehead: "it's not burning“

It was actually a very, very intimate act.

Jiang Xu's body is stiff, and he stares at Fu Chenhan with round deer eyes.

Fu Shen Han laughed: "how, sleep don't recognize people?"