long love becomes ill

Chapter 1161 If I am in hell, you must be in heaven

Because of the old lady's illness, Xie Jingzhe had a stern face and was reticent. When Kassapa saw this, he called Qing Huan and said that he might not go back to sleep at night.

In this generation of the Xie family, they are all single-handed. The old lady is of great significance to the entire Xie family, not to mention that if she is really Xie Jingzhe's ex-wife, then she can be regarded as raised by the old lady.

Xie Jingzhe invited an old doctor to come over halfway, and made warm and nourishing traditional Chinese medicine for the old lady. After feeding it, at about nine or ten o'clock in the evening, the old lady's condition finally stabilized and she regained consciousness. .

Seeing everyone gathered around the bed, the old lady was a little unhappy, so she left Mrs. Zhao to watch, and drove Kasyapa and the others out to rest.

Jiaye looked at the deep night, and if he drove back, he would arrive after 11 o'clock, and Qing Huan and Gu Xi'an would have to be woken up by that time. While hesitating, the man said in a low voice, "I'll sleep before you tonight." I have already asked Mrs. Zhao to spread the bed sheet and quilt cover."

Kasyapa turned around and looked at his solemn face, seeing a trace of tiredness in his brows and eyes, and he didn't drive over himself, since he couldn't get a taxi in this area, he nodded and went upstairs to the master bedroom to rest.

The last time she came here, she was still curious about the original owner, but now knowing that this is the place where she used to live, her heart is very complicated.

Kassapa took a shower and wrapped her wet hair. Seeing that it was not time for her to sleep, she took out the diary that she hadn't read.

The diary was wrapped in cowhide. She sat by the bedside, turned on the bedside lamp, and looked at the man's sharp handwriting, which looked like a real person.

The diary began to be written about eight years ago. After calculating the time, it was the second year after he lost his wife.The man's writing is very messy, and sometimes he doesn't even write the time, as if recording some moods casually.

"Woke up from a dream at three o'clock in the morning, the blizzard outside the window did not stop, the world was completely silent, and the silence was a little scary, I went to light a charcoal fire and moved it to your room, so that you would not feel the cold , I know you are afraid of the cold and lonely."

"On the second New Year's Eve in the cabin, grandma sent Ozawa over. He ran around the house curiously with big black eyes, and then looked for his mother. I told him that my mother had gone far away. Forgot the way home. If I am in hell, Lanxue, you must be in heaven."

"Xiao Ze grew up to be four years old, and finally realized that there is no mother in the cabin, only Lao Xie with disabled legs. He said, Lao Xie, let's go find his mother together. There is no way back, and we have to wait for him to grow up. When I grow up, I can find you."

"The fifth year was a bit more difficult than I imagined. I began to think crazily, if I can't find you in the afterlife, where should I go to find you?"

Kassapa flipped through the pages, and wrote more than half of the entire book in six years, except for some trivial records about Xie Xiaoze, that is, the man's gloomy emotions, his words even revealed his will to die, and all kinds of dreams. Memories, fragmented pieces of memory.

He seems to be atoning for his sins, he feels that he has committed a lot of sins, so these years he has only been a vegetarian, he wears linen clothes, he abandons power and wealth, lives alone, and is isolated from the world. die.

Kasyapa rubbed his swollen and uncomfortable eyes, this man is really hopeless, he never said these things.

After roughly reading the diary, it was already 1 o'clock in the morning. Kassapa couldn't sleep anymore, so he stuffed the diary into his bag, got up and took a deep breath, went to the bathroom and patted his face with water to make his eyes less painful, and then opened the diary. The door goes downstairs.

In the dead of night, everyone in Xie's house was probably asleep, even the old lady's room was quiet, without any movement.

There was a night light in the living room, and the light was a bit dim, Kassapa walked towards the sofa by the fireplace, and only when he got closer did he hear a man's slightly hoarse and low voice: "Why don't you sleep?"

The man turned on the wall lamp in front of the fireplace, and the light streamed all over the floor, illuminating the man's tall figure.

Kassapa was dumbfounded, and said softly, "Are you keeping watch?"

"Well, grandma is getting old, so I'm a little worried." Xie Jingzhe saw that she was wearing a nightgown, her eyes were still a little red, she frowned slightly, reached out to take the overcoat she hung on the side, and squeezed it tightly for her. wrapped it on the ground, and said in a low voice, "There is something wrong with your throat, I'll make you a glass of milk."

Her throat became hoarse and uncomfortable in winter, especially at night, when Kassapa wanted to say no, the man had already turned and went to the kitchen.

She looked down at the small tea table in front of the fireplace, and saw that there were several open documents spread out on it, all of which were printed with confidential words.

Kassapa closed all the documents and accidentally knocked a wallet on the carpet. She picked it up and looked at the wallet. There was no cash or cards in it. There were only a few photos, each of which was her. Small, the small ones seemed to be torn from various ID photos, with steel stamps on them, including a photo of her wearing a school uniform.

Kassapa was a little dazed, and stuffed the photos into his wallet, arranged them, and saw Xie Jingzhe coming out with a cup of warm milk, and said in a low voice, "After drinking the milk, go to bed, or you'll have a headache tomorrow."

Kassapa took the milk, took a sip, moistened his throat, and asked in a low voice, "Do you carry my photo with you?"

Xie Jingzhe was caught off guard by the question, her body tensed immediately, her brown eyes looked at her wallet, her face was unnaturally hot.Because he had to guard the old lady at night, when he brought the documents, he unconsciously carried her photo with him. If he was tired, he would just look at her photo. This is a habit of these years. caught.

Xie Jingzhe was silent for a while, looking at her beautiful face so close at hand, his eyes were deep, and he didn't speak.

Kasyapa was inexplicably confused by his reading, recalled the diary he read just now, and asked in a low voice: "If your ex-wife is really dead, what will you do in the future?"

Before she finished speaking, the man had already covered her mouth with his hand, frowned his thick brows, and said displeasedly: "Where is anyone cursing yourself?"

There was a soft touch from the man's palm, and his whole body trembled, and then he stretched out his hand out of nowhere and compared her small face, which was really only as big as his slap.

The man's rough fingertips pressed against her red lips as if he had become conscious, and said hoarsely, "Stop talking nonsense in the future."

If she really died, he would probably linger on until Xie Xiaoze grew up, until his grandma returned a hundred years ago, and when he couldn't hold on, he would die of illness naturally.

He didn't know it back then, and he doesn't know what it is now. He only knows that she is a part of him that he can't lose.

(End of this chapter)