Chapter 83

Jiang Xu had a long and far-reaching dream.

In the dream, she was still a child. She repeated an action countless times, pushing open the door of LAN Jin Xi's bedroom.

The door was mahogany, with delicate flowers carved on it. It was thick and clumsy. She carried her little schoolbag on her back and pushed the door open. The room was very dark. Only the window was shining with snow. The window screen was blown by the wind. The pale woman turned back pathetically. There was a pool of dark red blood under her feet.

When she saw Jiang Xiu, she couldn't help but smile. She rushed to hold her mother. The child didn't know what it meant by so much blood, but the biological instinct made her afraid. She could only hide in her mother's arms to absorb a little warmth.

LAN Jin Xi is very beautiful and graceful, and she often smiles gently. But at that time, when the bright sunshine outside the window shines on her side face, what she outlines is a boundless loneliness and sadness.

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

Xiao Jiang Hsu opened his big eyes and said blankly My grandfather picked me up. "

LAN Jin Xi sighed slightly. The vein cut on her wrist was still gurgling with blood, but she didn't care. She just leaned down slightly and sat Jiang Xiu on the windowsill and said, "ginger, mom is leaving you."

"Why? For What? " Jiang Xiu was a sensible child since childhood. She never cried easily. Even at this time, she had to hold back her tears. She looked at her mother in dismay: "is Jiang Jiang not good? I'll be good in the future... "

"No LAN brocade Xi gently stroked her forehead hair, imprinted a kiss between her forehead, "ginger is the most obedient child."

"Mom was just sick." LAN Jin Xi said calmly: "it's a disease that can't be cured. My mother should have left a long time ago. Now it's time to finally leave, so my mother has to leave."

"But..." Xiao Jiang Xiu grabbed the corner of LAN Jin Xi's clothes, and her eyes were full of accumulated tears, "but didn't mother take ginger with her?"

LAN Jin Xi laughed, but her tears fell down. She turned to the beginning and seemed to laugh at herself. Her voice was choked: "Jiang Jiang, it's a very good place. You can't go now. Do you want to take good care of your grandfather in the future? 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 wearily, leaned against her daughter, took her hand, and whispered, "ginger, mom hopes you'll be safe and happy in the future."

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

She instinctively knew that once LAN Jin Xi's eyes were closed, she could no longer open them.

"My whole life..." LAN Jin Xi murmured: "live like a joke."

……

Jiang Xu kept dreaming of this scene repeatedly. She was a very strong child, but finally she couldn't bear to cry.

Fu Chenhan, lying on her floor, was suddenly awakened. He frowned and turned on the light. As expected, he saw his big black bed. The children were curling up with their quilts in their arms. They looked like homeless animals, burying their faces in the quilt, making soft sobs.

Fu Chenhan had no contact with a girl of this age, and did not know how to get along with him. He stood by the bed for a long time, and his tall figure almost covered all Jiang Xiu. If someone who didn't know came in at this time, most of them would think that Fu Chenhan had a big animal nature and killed the little girl on the bed by himself.

Little did not know that this in the rumor the ghost retreats the man at this time in the heart is all at a loss and helpless.

Crying What should I do? Hold it in your arms? How to coax?

Han Ye stretched out his hand and stroked on the little girl for two times. He was just about to ask pingbai to get some scriptures. He heard Jiang Xiu suddenly shout: "don't don't want ginger..."

The voice was low and soft, like the paws of a little milk cat scratching slowly on the heart, half of the body was electrified.

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

Fu Chenhan clung to Jiang Xu and bumped awkwardly. He felt that the thief was stupid. So he simply grasped Jiang Xu's soft hand and whispered in a low voice No, I don't want you. "

Jiang Xu seemed to have been assured, and he gave a soft smile. He carefully held Fu Chenhan's hand to his heart and held it tightly. It was a precious and heavy posture.

Fu Chenhan: "what's more..." He moved his wrist slightly and felt the unusual softness that made his palms stiff.

For a long time, Fu Chenhan stares at the children who are sleeping in their arms and have crystal tears hanging from the corners of their eyes. The tip of his tongue licks his teeth too much: "I'm young, but I can seduce my uncle."

He adjusted her posture to make her sleep more comfortable. He leaned against the head of the bed, his eyelashes drooped under his eyelids, and he pinched Jiang Xu's cheek: "this is your own holding, don't say uncle takes advantage of you."Then he moved the hand which was held by Jiang Xu, narrowed his eyes and laughed.

……

The dream is like a huge piece of glass, which is broken by a hammer. In a moment, whether it is the blood stains in the room or the blue brocade beside the bed, they all turn into flying ash bubbles. Jiang Xiu raises his head in confusion, and hears someone in the broken glass say: "I'm sorry, but I can't believe it No, I don't want you. "

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

Jiang Hsu turned back, everything behind him was like white paper being lifted up, all kinds of flashy horror turned into a bubble, and finally nothing was left.

…… Suddenly, I was very relieved.

It was a sense of security that 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, see things also a bit fuzzy, feel oneself is surrounded in a warm and generous place, earned a few times, whined.

"Awake?" The man's hoarse voice sounded on top of his head. Jiang Xu looked up at a loss and saw Fu Chenhan's head lowered. He gently pasted her with his forehead: "it's not burning. "

that is actually a very, very intimate action.

Jiang Xu was stiff and staring at Fu Chenhan with his round deer eyes.

Fu Shen Han smiles: "how, sleep does not recognize a person?"