Reborn 1980: A poisonous wife is not easy to mess with

Chapter 962 I'm Really Not Him
Anya in front of him looked like she was about to cry, and the throbbing pain in Ling Yanshan's heart became more and more intense, so strong that he had to hold his chest tightly and bend down slightly.

Anya hurriedly squatted down: "Shan...what's the matter with you?"

Mountain?
What did she want to call herself just now?
Ling Yanshan raised his eyes and met those clear almond eyes. He obviously shouldn't have said something, but when the words came to his lips, he suddenly uttered the truth:
"Don't be sad, it hurts my heart to see you sad."

After finishing her sentence, Anya was stunned; Ling Yanshan looked at her appearance, and immediately regretted it.

It was obviously the first time I met him, and he was not a young man anymore. Although he was only in his thirties, strictly counting, plus those years of being frozen, he was actually old enough to be Anya grandfather.

Why did he subconsciously say that sentence that should be said between lovers?

Would Anya think he was a frivolous and wretched old man?
Ling Yanshan was anxiously trying to explain, but Anya, who was squatting in front of him, had already laid her head on his lap.

The wetness from his knees made Ling Yanshan startled, unable to say anything.

Anya cried, crying on his lap...

There is no cry, but the silent tears are even more distressing.

Ling Yanshan stretched out his hand, stroked Anya's hair gently, and patted her on the back tenderly to comfort her: "Be good, don't cry, just tell me if you have any grievances, I will definitely—"

Anya raised her head with tears in her eyes, her nose still humming: "Ling Yanshan, shall we get married?"

Ling Yanshan was stunned.

Something flashed in the back of my mind, I can't remember it clearly, but I can vaguely recall it——

"Xiaoya, I really can't wait for you to grow up soon, we will get married as soon as you turn twenty, okay?"

Ling Yanshan caressed Anya's cheek with trembling hands, looked at that beautiful face, and yelled out the word that was suddenly very familiar in his heart with the tip of his tongue:

"Xiao, Xiaoya..."

Anya nodded her head vigorously, tears welling up more and more urgently, she tightly grasped Ling Yanshan's hand, letting his palm stick to her face:

"Brother Shan, Brother Shan, shall we get married? We will apply for a certificate tomorrow!"

In the back of her mind, Anya called out "Brother Shan" angrily, hooked his neck, stood on tiptoe and gave her ruddy lips...

Ling Yanshan involuntarily lowered his head slightly, trying to suck those red lips, his eyes flicked to his hands holding Anya's face, and his movements stopped suddenly.

Years of injuries and the freezing cold had made his hands as thin as old branches, but Anya's face, which was pressed against his palms, was plump and tender.

You can feel the youthful vitality under the delicate texture just by gently rubbing it with your fingertips.

Anya is in the prime of life now, and he...he can't be the "Brother Shan" that Anya called. In terms of age, he is already her grandfather.

What's more, he is now as sick as a rotten wood. Although he was lucky enough to receive the new drug developed by Anya, which can make him sit up from the bed to a wheelchair, it is just begging the sky for a few more years of his life.

After getting married, what can he give Anya?
He can't give everything that a normal husband should give to his wife, and he doesn't even know how many years he can survive.

This week he can still be pushed out in a wheelchair, and maybe he will lie back on the hospital bed next week, quietly waiting for the arrival of death.

Even if he doesn't get married, the assets under his name can still be handled by a lawyer if he wants to donate them to Anya.

But after getting married, all he can give Anya is a "married" sign.

No, it's more than that.

Those who left early didn't know what was going on behind them, but those who stayed, in their lifetime, would repeatedly remember the pain that could not be healed...

If I knew that the only thing left in the end is pain, why bother to start?
Ling Yanshan straightened his waist slowly, took out his handkerchief, and carefully wiped away the tears on Anya's face:

"Miss An, do I look a lot like your lover? But, I'm really sorry, I'm really not him. I can't agree to what you just said. "

Anya was stunned, a small drop of teardrops hanging from her eyelashes blurred her vision, making her unable to see the man's face clearly:
"Brother Shan, I forgive you. I won't be angry with you anymore. Don't make fun of me, okay..."

Ling Yanshan became cruel, and gently pulled Anya's hand that was still resting on his knee: "Miss An, I'm not joking, I'm really—"

boom--

Suddenly there was a violent explosion outside the window, shaking the whole building, all the glass windows were shattered, and fell to the ground with a crash.

There was an instant panic in the hall.

"What happened?"

"Run! The gas pipeline exploded!"

"Get out of here, everyone, this building seems to be collapsing!"

"Hurry up, take the fire exit, it's on fire..."

Is she mold?After a difficult time in the virtual world, return to reality again? !

Anya's heart was pounding, she stood up and pushed Ling Yanshan's wheelchair and ran with the crowd.

The ceiling kept falling from above, and thick smoke was chasing after him like a demon. The instinct of survival made people run for their lives in a panic.

Anya's footsteps stopped suddenly, and she quickly avoided the crowd pushing and shoving behind her, and pushed Ling Yanshan to the corner of the corridor with all her strength.

The fire exits do not have handicap access for wheelchairs...

Anya squatted down with her back to Ling Yanshan: "Brother Shan, come up quickly, I'll carry you on my back!"

Now that there are so many people, it is not easy for Anya, a girl, to squeeze out, let alone carry him on her back.

He is now thinner than before, and he still weighs a hundred catties...

Ling Yanshan gently pushed Anya's shoulder: "You can't carry it on your back, you go first, I'll find another way."

It's all this time, do you still think of another way?Everyone is running for their lives in a hurry, what else can they think of!

Anya glared at Ling Yanshan angrily, and pulled his arm forcefully, trying to move him onto her back.

The building suddenly shook violently again, and more things fell from the ceiling, hitting many people who were fleeing, causing more stampedes by accident, and the crowd screamed one after another.

A large piece of prefabricated concrete slab narrowly fell next to Anya with the broken steel bars, almost hitting her.

"Be careful!" Ling Yanshan hurriedly rolled the wheelchair with one hand, and pulled Anya back with the other, and temporarily retreated to a load-bearing pillar in the corridor, his expression a little ugly.

If he was not injured, it would be easy to escape with Anya, but now——

Looking up at the top of his head, Ling Yanshan pulled down the floor-to-ceiling curtain beside him with all his strength, held one end tightly in his hand, and stuffed the other end to Anya:
"Grab it and I can hang you from here."

There is also a railing on this side of the corridor, allowing people to see a corner of the hall.If you hang the curtain down from here, the distance from the ground is less than two meters. It is still safe to jump down, and you can avoid the dangerous crowd.

Of course, if this kind of heavy curtain is tied to the railing, it will not be fastened firmly, but if it is held tightly by someone on it, it can fully bear the weight of a person.

(End of this chapter)