Chapter 345

Xia Yuhan arrives at Lin's mother's ward with Lin Kai's help. When she sees Lin's mother staring at the ceiling with empty eyes, Xia Yuhan feels sad.

"Mom, Yuhan came to see you! Are you okay? " Xia Yuhan gently sat on the chair beside the bed, took Lin's mother's hand and said.

"Yuhan -" mother Lin still had empty eyes and didn't look at Xia Yuhan. She just called Xia Yuhan's name numbly.

Xia Yuhan looked at the old man so distressed! People are really poor when they are old. They don't even know their closest friends. They say they all have an old day, so treat their old people well! Xia Yuhan accompanied Lin's mother for half an hour. The old man wouldn't say anything except "Yuhan".

"Brother, have you brought your notebook?" Xia Yuhan said to Lin Kai.

"Yes!" Lin Kai wondered why Xia Yuhan wanted to use the computer at this time.

"Well! I want to use your notebook. Do you have a wireless network card? " Xia Yuhan is still in that cold tone.

"Yes, but Yuhan, you just finished the operation. Can you stand it if you surf the Internet now?" Lin Kai asked with concern.

"I will pay attention to my own body. Thank you! Now, would you please take your notebook and hold me in my own ward? I want to see my mother again tomorrow. You can rest assured that I will make my mother recover. I have read a lot of books in this field recently. I think my mother will get better slowly through my efforts. " Xia Yuhan said to Lin Kai.

"Yuhan, thank you! Will you take care of yourself? " Lin Kai's gratitude comes from the bottom of his heart.

"I will. Let's go!" Xia Yuhan stopped talking and walked forward.

After sending Xia Yuhan to the ward, Lin Kai saw that Xia Yuhan had been lying in bed, opened his notebook and began to surf the Internet. He quietly returned to his mother's ward.

I haven't written for a long time. This painful experience must be recorded in the form of words.

Log on QQ and see an unread email.

"Yuhan, there is no wind tonight. A person feels the faint melody and sings low. What you can feel from your tears is the joy of yesterday. Pick up sadness and don't complain about separation, just because no one knows, no one can tell the past that has nothing to do with the wind and moon.

All along, I have been confused, wandering and entangled in dreams and reality, following and exile. All along, they have been suffering, struggling and fantasizing. Whether we gather or scatter with you, the deep-seated mutual understanding file is writing the oath of love! Although there will be cold when awake and warm when crazy, the painful and happy ecstatic thoughts are irresistible and irresistible!

Once, I traveled all over the world of mortals to look for lingering love; Once, I looked at the sea, but the butterflies could not fly through the miserable Twilight fence; Once the charming light purple dream, so light and elegant in the long heart sea. Day and night in the Chinese year, put the myriad of thoughts into a bundle and put it in your eyebrows and heart! Now, the wind has no trace, but when I wake up, it is just a powerless futility. Originally, the flick of ten fingers may be just a person's eternal life. It turns out that the drunken dance of shuxiu to the moon is just a one-man monologue. Even if you and I are far away, they are strangers!

It is said that the past is like the wind, but the rolling red dust clearly records the doomed knot between the smoke like rain and the flying clouds! Since then, between heaven and earth, the rain put away sadness, sprinkled full of thoughts, and the clouds hid loneliness and full of concerns. The cloud's attentive and affectionate gaze makes the rain forget the colorful flowers in the world. How many thousands of words, how many deep feelings, between the lines like a clear flute, dancing and flying in the heart sea. Knowing that the sobbing words are also like a cup of bitter wine, they are willing to drink the bitter again and again, dreaming of the piety and prayer in front of the Buddha for thousands of years in exchange for the mellow and sweet of this world. However, the dream is always a dream, no chasing, no seeking!

Tonight, the sky is high, the wind is light, and the clouds are light... It is doomed that no cloud will stay forever for a drop of rain. Maybe it's really like what Zhang Ailing said: "if you recall this thing, it's the smell of camphor. It's sweet and safe, like remembering clear happiness, sweet and melancholy, like forgetting sadness." This is nostalgia. Perhaps when we are in our twilight years, this feeling will become stronger and stronger. One flower, one world, one leaf, one Bodhi, and see the world in a drop of water. At that time, it was very quiet. I remembered it slowly, smiled gently, shed tears silently, wiped it quietly, or in such a casual moment, I would smell a smell, the smell of sunshine, or the bitterness of missing fermented by tears.

After all, we have to cross from this bank to the other bank, and we have to wade through the vast white water and the indifferent wind and sand. Since those who should come and go in life are doomed to escape, why not be elegant, calm and calm? Yes, everything will be simple and peaceful, and everything will be washed away. One day, no one will remember these people and these things, no one will remember the tears of the songs they have heard at the moment, the scattered past and the mixed thoughts they have had.

Rain culvert, from then on, even if there are thousands of mountains and rivers, do not say to wait; Since then, even if there are thousands of miles, no language Acacia. Turn around, it has turned a thousand times. Forget the sadness, forget the loneliness of yesterday, forget all the smoke like past events in the light days, fly away... No watch, no heartache, pretend to be the crystal dew in the grass, caress the evening and the morning, watch the clouds rise and fall, and only wish your future years and months to be peaceful and pure!

Yuhan, I love you once. I really don't want to end up so bleak, but what if it's not so bleak? Say goodbye to you on such a midnight! Let's forget about the Jianghu in the future! "

The e-mail was sent by a stranger. Xia Yuhan tried to know who this person was. He never remembered it. He suddenly felt dizzy. Xia Yuhan was too afraid of fainting again. After turning off the computer, he lay in bed, closed his eyes and began to tangle in the words just now

The man wrote such a beautiful passage without telling himself who it was? Judging from the writing skills, the other party must be a person who often plays with words, but there are very few people like himself. The other party actually says that they are in love. Is it Ouyang hao? Xia Yuhan shivered unconsciously when he thought of the name. This man has disappeared from his sight for too long. This man, the father of his child's blood relationship, almost disappeared from his mind