Spread joy in the arms of the cold male god

Chapter 53 Will he come back?
After Amei left, Duan Yicheng put down the cat, got up and went to the living room, but he walked very slowly for those few steps, with extra heavy steps. The cat squatted on the spot and looked at his back, "meowed" a few times, and licked it. After shedding her own fur, she fell asleep with her paws on her pillow.

It was dark in the living room, so he lit a warm yellow lamp.

Under the dim light, the certificates all over the wall have lost their original color in the long river of time, even covered with dust, and the corners are also yellowed.

But Song Xiaolin said that the pen and ink deposited in time can be remembered.

Yes, although the award certificate is old and the pen and ink have faded, the handwriting is still there.

Duan Yicheng, these three characters are still there.

He raised his hand to touch it lightly, and the words written in black pen felt bumpy and rubbed against his fingertips. At that moment, he felt his blood flow backwards, and an unknown force burst out of his heart.

After a long time, Duan Yicheng shifted his gaze to the bottom of the Buddhist table. There was indeed an old box there, but it was not big, and it was almost blending into the black. If you didn't look carefully, you really couldn't find it.

He walked over, bent down, and took the box to the table.

Surprisingly, there is no dust on it, but it is very clean.

It seems that the mother wipes often.

He had never opened it, and had no idea what was in it.

She only said that after reading it, you will understand.

So, almost holding a sincere and passionate heart, he carefully opened the box, but to his surprise, there were only a few prayer tapes inside.

Red, black lettering.

For a split second, Duan Yicheng was stunned, and suddenly tears filled his eyes.

My mother is a girl from the country, and has never read a book, so she doesn't know a few big characters, let alone write.

However, on the prayer tapes, there are lines of black characters written crookedly and not at all beautiful—may the Buddha bless my son Ah Cheng to be safe and happy, and to study hard.

No one knows how long my mother has practiced this line of calligraphy.

Xu Shi woke up in the middle of the night, lit a lamp, learned the posture of holding a pen for a long time, wrote the first word tremblingly, and repeated it again and again to remember and write so many words.

Every word, but hidden deep maternal love.

Alan couldn't reach the wishing tree, and was afraid that the blessing belts she had hung up with her own hands would not work, so she simply brought them all back and hid them in this box.

This night, Duan Yicheng's tears were stained on the brightly red prayer belts.

He cried until his shoulders trembled, and he was almost unable to control his emotions. The total amount of tears in this day was more than that in these years, but he was crying so depressed that he couldn't cry out. Finally, he buried his head in his arms and let his tears soak his clothes.

He's been an asshole for too long.

I only know to blindly evade the problems in reality, and I only care about my short-term pleasure, but I ignore that my mother is the most painful person from the beginning to the end.

He is really too selfish.

After a long, long time, Duan Yicheng got up and put the box back to its original position. He walked out of the living room. At this time, the moon in the sky was full and generously scattered the light on the whole earth. The little cat beside him had already fallen asleep. snoring.

He casually wiped away his tears with his hands, walked forward, and his figure disappeared into the darkness.

The impenetrable city wall finally cracked silently, and the sun rushed in, illuminating his entire world.

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The next morning, when Song Xiaolin came, Duan Yicheng had already sat in his seat.

What's more, for the first time, I read Chinese documents.

She thought to herself that maybe he had really figured it out, and she was really happy for him.

Later, she was also surprised to find that he was not completely unable to read, and even had a certain talent in mathematics and geography, but he just didn't want to study hard.

Usually, she would urge him to do exercises and recite ancient poems... Whenever he dozed off, she would pinch him.

He often looks gloomy, but helpless.

In this way, the final exam score must be [-] points.

These days, Song Xiaolin also asked Mrs. Wu to set up a calendar, and draw a circle on it every day, representing the arrival and end of a day.

She often feels that the days without Lu Jingyan by her side are like years, and every day she looks forward to painting No.18 as soon as possible.

So, I kept drawing and drawing, and today I arrived at NO.18.

This day was her birthday and the day he came back.

Just right, it's Saturday.

Early in the morning, Mrs. Wu cooked a bowl of birthday noodles for her.

She also picked out a white dress with a dancing butterfly embroidered at the neckline.

At 02:30 in the afternoon, Lu Jingyan sent a message saying that he would come back to celebrate her birthday at night.

She secretly waited for a long time, from day to night.

At eight o'clock, Mrs. Wu set up a table of good dishes and put the cake in the middle. Before the candles were lit, everything was ready, and the only thing left was for him to come back.

However, until nine o'clock, Lu Jingyan had not returned.

Called, busy tone, missed.

As everyone knows, within this hour, it seems like a century.

Song Xiaolin was full of expectations from the very beginning, but then her heart sank bit by bit.

It's a lie to say it's not lost.

She is so lost.

The meals are cold, the cakes are almost melting, and the day is almost over.

However, he still didn't come back.

ten o'clock.

She got up and went to the living room alone.

Aunt Wu asked worriedly, "Little Purlin, are you alright?"

Song Xiaolin's face was slightly pale, probably because she didn't have dinner tonight, she smiled weakly, "Sister-in-law Wu, eat first, don't wait, I will wait by myself for a while."

That lonely back, reflected in Sister Wu's eyes, looked like a homeless, lost, and more like a little rabbit waiting for its master to come home.

Poor and lonely.

At this time, the lights inside the house were brightly lit, but it was dark outside.

However, her heart, like that boundless night, was full of desolation.

She sat on the sofa, curled herself up into a ball, and held a book in her hand. Although her eyes were fixed on the book, she couldn't read a single word. She was thinking about another thing.

Will he come back?
Gradually, sleepiness hit.

I don't know how long it took before Song Xiaolin woke up in a haze, and when he opened his eyes slightly, what caught his eyes was Lu Jingyan's cool and handsome face with sharp edges and corners. Down, far and near, there seemed to be a misty light and shadow around him. She was stunned for a moment, and couldn't tell whether it was in reality or in a dream. She just subconsciously reached out to touch his eyebrows. The bone, but did not touch it, and her fingertips stayed at the [-]mm, because... She suddenly hesitated, she was afraid that all of this was just a dream, if she touched it, the dream would wake up, and she would not see It's his time.

But in the next second, he suddenly held her wrist, not light, but not heavy, but she could clearly feel a warmth slowly rising from the place where the two met, almost burning her. My brain suddenly woke up and realized that this was not a dream.

Lu Jingyan is really back!

(End of this chapter)