Chapter 13

Those wounds and soreness should be locked tightly, even if they will be burned when some people are quiet and alone. Xiao Ran came to the wilderness of the suburbs with the picture clip on his back again, and the sky seemed to become much clearer. The soft feeling that had been buried for a period of time melted from the bottom of my heart again, even if it was a crazy and heavy sin.

Mr. Liu contacted the city and got a few days of grace, and Xiao Ran's work finally participated in the competition.

Looking at the empty seat next to him, Xiao Ran was also a little empty in his heart. Lin Jimian's smile appeared in his mind, and his shining and seductive eyes appeared.

"Xiao Ran, why did Lin Jimian transfer to another school?" Zhou Yi asked.

"I don't know."

"You walked quite close for a while, and I thought you would know." It was the time when he often followed him. Xiao Ran unconsciously smiled faintly. The smile was natural and simple, which couldn't help but make Zhou Yisheng stunned.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Do you have it?"

"Yes, you ask Liang Ziying." Zhou Yisheng pointed to the girl behind, and Liang Ziying immediately nodded. But it's really rare. You usually don't laugh.

"What's the matter? Let's talk about it." The inquisiful person began to attack again.

"No."

"Ty it."

"Really not."

"It's okay if you don't want to say it." I really don't want to say it, Xiao Ran thought to himself.

A man who looks about 40 or 50 years old is playing with black things under the scorching light. I don't know what it is. There are half-red and half-purple leaves scattered on the ground, strangely shaped.

Suddenly, he pricked up his ears and quietly listened to the inaudible noise outside, like the dark night wind. But this increasingly familiar feeling made the man raise his eyebrows with a smile and hide behind the door in an instant.

As soon as Lin Jimian stepped into the door, he saw the messy table and messy floor. Suddenly, someone hugged him, "Baby son, you can come back!" The man smiled and his hands were not honest on his face**.

"You bad old man! Let go of me!" Lin Jimian was very unhappy. He broke the claws sticking to his face with his hand, trying to break free from this man's entanglement.

"Let me see you. Oh, it's still so beautiful!" The man's face was full of smiles.

"If you want to see it, don't move your hands and feet!" The man ignored him at all, just like holding rare treasures.

Lin Jimian couldn't stand his father. He kicked him to the door and just bumped into the dove who was about to enter. "Six uncle?" The dove catched him.

Hongling looked back at the dove, "You're back too!" You have grown taller! Haha..." He also reached out and patted him on the head.

Then he turned around and said to his son, "You son, you can't be gentle!" I'm so old." Although Hongling was kicked by his son, he was still very happy.

"You don't have to live at your age."

"How do you talk to me?"

"I'm praising you for being young!" Lin Jimian deliberately smiled charmingly at him.

"Bright, why did you come back so long this time? Is there someone who is the best?" Lin Jimian ignored Hongling, so he looked at Jiu.

"Yes, but I didn't taste it in the end." The dove looked at the father and son and began to feel afraid in his heart. The sixth uncle had always been proud of his son, and he had never let him down. Maybe the arrogant old man would be angry this time.

"Who told you to say that? Be careful that I cut your throat!" Lin Jimian slanted his eyes and glanced at the dove.

"It was Uncle Six who asked..." The dove looked innocent. When he saw the evil light flashing in Lin Jimian's eyes, he was so scared that he came out of the door like a cat.

"You have never failed. What's going on? Did someone take the lead?" Hong Ling changed a serious and serious expression.

"Who else will grab what your son looks like? I'm just suddenly tired of it. Besides, I haven't come back to see you for a long time. Lin Jimian grabbed the dark thing on the table and pretended not to care.

As soon as Hongling heard this, his face immediately glowed. He grabbed his son happily and stuffed something into his mouth. Lin Jimian chewed twice, frowned and spit it out.

"Why did you throw it up? Waste!"

"What is so bad?"

"Rgentian!" Hongling said firmly.

"Who believes it? Humph!" Lin Jimian walked to the backyard and didn't want to pay attention to him anymore. Hongling looked at his son's slightly tired figure and was puzzled.

Lin Jimian sat on the steps, and the thick grass under the steps stretched around the corner of the steps. There are waves of lush willow trees in front of us, and the slender branches are swaying in the wind, soft and a little enchanting. I'm used to the complicated and gorgeousness outside. This slightly ancient green onion makes people feel clear and bright. The eternal lush scenery in this valley has never felt anything attractive, but this time there will be a feeling of being touched. Maybe he was driven by that person. For a while, he often stood behind him and watched the scenery. The scenery in this valley is really many times better than that outside, and strange flowers and grasses are everywhere, as if someone painted it with a brush. If you can bring him here, it will be nice to see him painting like this for a lifetime!

Hongling stood not far away and saw his son staring at the willow trees in a daze, and his eyes gradually faded.