Chapter 3 The Winged Angel Disappearing Under the Cherry Tree

Xia Luolin lived every day muddleway, going to and from school every day. On the way, he still couldn't move forward when he passed by that place. How hope, he still stood there looking up at the cherry trees.

Now, he has disappeared, and even the cherry trees have disappeared.

"Lin, come back," Shen Qingqing stood at the porch and looked at his son sadly. In just a few days, his son lost weight and sighed helplessly in his heart.

"Well, mom," Xia Luolin replied calmly, and he didn't want her to worry.

"I made a lot of Lin Lin's favorite dishes today."

After Xia Luolin entered the house, he saw a woman he didn't know and a little boy on the dining table, thinking that it might be his mother's friend.

Then he greeted obediently, "Hello, auntie."

"Is this Lin Lin? He is really handsome and much more polite than the man in my family," the woman stared at the child sitting next to her.

"Mom, how can you say that about your child?" The child muttered unconvincedly.

"The man is also clever, and Lin Lin washes his hands and is ready to eat," Shen Qingqing came out of the scene.

"Well," Xia Luolin nodded.

" Lin, this is Aunt Li, the newly moved neighbor next door. He is Zhang Linan, the son of Aunt Li. You are the same age. From tomorrow, you will also be classmates. Take good care of Linan, okay?" Sitting at the dining table, Shen Qingqing introduced and told him.

"Well, I know," Xia Luolin replied and greeted Zhang Linan. "Hello, my name is Xia Luolin. Please take good care of me."

"Hello," Zhang Linan was embarrassed by his politeness and responded with a blush.

" Linlin is really sensible, and it's good that Li Nan is so sensible," Li Mei sighed.

After a peaceful dinner, the two adults sat together talking about her adults, and the two children could only sit aside and play by themselves.

"Can you say something and don't be so silent?" Zhang Linan sat impatiently by the edge of the bed. From the beginning of entering the room, he sat quietly at the desk in the bedroom without saying a word, which suffocated him.

This is his twentieth time. Repeating this sentence, he never thought that he would be so boring, like a nerd. Zhang Linan thought dissatisfiedly.

"You are cruel, you can stand it," Zhang Linan gritted his teeth, walked out of the bedroom angrily, and said to the happy people in the living room, "Mom, I'll go back first."

"What's the matter, Linan," Shen Qingqing asked worriedly.

"Don't worry about him. The young master has a bad temper and is spoiled by his grandfather. Let's continue to talk." Li Mei explained and waved her hand to indicate that he could leave.

Zhang Linan has a happy family. He has a father, mother, grandparents, and an enviable family for many people. His parents are very loving and do not quarrel. Occasionally, there are only some small contradictions, which is just a blend of their love. His grandparents love him very much, can't bear to let him suffer a little grievances, and always rely on him for everything.

How can a person who has been held in the palm of his hand since he was a child be so ignored and itchy?

Zhang Linan had a fire in his stomach and had nowhere to vent. Jumping around on his own sand, "It's all him, it's him that makes him feel so bad," he said something. He must be good-looking and think of it with hatred in his heart.

Xia Luolin did not pay attention to Zhang Linan's departure. He immersed himself in his world, opened the drawer and took out the exquisite small gift box in the drawer.

Looking at the cherry-shaped ear drill in the box, a white corner caught his attention, and he took it out curiously.

"Xiaolin, be happy. If you can, forget Mu Yinhan. Mu Yinhan."

A simple sentence hurts his heart. How did he write this sentence? He doesn't want to know now. He will forget him as he wishes.

He is like a doll abandoned in the corner, looking forward to someone taking him away from the dark and humid corner one day.

In the dead of night, he curled up into a ball and held the small note tightly in his hand. The wind blew outside, the leaves beat together, making a harsh sound, and the raindrops fell on the window rhythmlessly.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the sky was crying for him. He listened carefully to the sound of the rain falling on the window and gradually fell into a dream.

He didn't sleep well, and there was always a voice in his dream to tell him.

"When the cherry blossoms disappear, I will also disappear."

keeps repeating. Even if he covered his ears and doesn't want to listen, he will keep repeating and telling him.

Did he really disappear?

Xia Luolin was awakened by a knock on the door and reluctantly got up to open the door.

"What can I do for you?" Opening the bedroom door, his tone was a little cold.

"Aunt Shen asked me to get you up for breakfast and then go to school," Zhang Linan said proudly. What did you do last night? Your eyes are swollen compared with the rabbit's eyes," he asked completely kindly.

"Oh," he yawned, listless and obviously hasn't woken up yet. "I was thinking about how to steal something from your house last night, and it won't be found."

"Huh? It's impossible, you lied," Zhang Linan was surprised and looked at him with wide eyes.

"Do you really believe it?" This time he was surprised, and he just said it casually,

"How can it be? I'm just cooperating with you. Hurry up, or you'll be late for school." Zhang Linan concealed his embarrassed expression just now. He really thought he was going to steal his house.

"What a simple child," he shook his head, seemingly forgetting that he was also a child.

"What's your name?" On the way to school, Xia Luolin asked the question he wanted to ask. His mother seemed to have told him last night, but she didn't seem to have. Anyway, he forgot it.

"Huh? Why don't you remember my name?" Zhang Linan couldn't believe it. He didn't follow it anymore. He remembered his name.

"I forgot," he said to be honest, he didn't care whether he would hit others or not.

"Zhang Linan," Zhang Linan said reluctantly.

"Oh, virgin," Xia Luolin nodded knowingly.

"It's not a virgin, it's a standing man," he argued loudly. Why does a virgin feel strange?

"I know, virgin."

"It's Linan, Linan. You know nothing. If you don't understand, you can't give people a nickname?"

"I don't know, but virgins are beautiful." He didn't know what the word meant, and he just thought of it naturally.

Zhang Linan did not say anything, stopped arguing with him, and decided to change the topic.

"Do you know? I heard that a large shopping mall will be built here, and many houses will be built. It will become very lively," Zhang Linan said, passing by the construction site.

"Oh," he replied plainly, and his heart had already turned upside down.

"There used to be a cherry tree here, and it is said that this cherry tree is in a good location to build roads in the future." Zhang Linan said regret that this cherry tree gave him different memories. Like others, how could he be willing to be cut down like others?

"I heard from the old people that this cherry tree has a history of decades here. It has given them too many good memories. In the end, is this its fate? Finally, it became a barrier. Zhang Linan didn't want to believe that this was the end of the cherry tree.

Is it...? People are selfish creatures. How can they consider anything else for their own benefit? He lowered his head and looked at the ground, unwilling to let others see his heartfelt.

"Why are you always so plain that you can say such words calmly?" Zhang Linan doesn't seem to see through the person in front of him. Why is he indifferent to anything?

"Because curiosity about things is dead," he looked at the location of the cherry tree.

Zhang Linan couldn't understand and the expression on his face. He felt incredible that he could say such deep words as a ten-year-old kid.

How did this cherry tree affect him and make him feel so much that Zhang Linan couldn't see through it.

"I wonder if you will be interested in this?" Zhang Linan changed the topic. He didn't like the sad atmosphere.

He looked up at Zhang Linan and couldn't help wondering that he should have just moved here. He really knew a lot.

"Don't think too much. These are all from my mother."

Li Mei, Zhang Linan's mother, is a gossip lover and shuttles through the world of gossip. Housewives like them don't have to work and rely on a few gossips to pass their time every day.

Xia Luolin nodded as he understood. His mother was such gossip that his son was naturally a little gossip.

"There is a villa near here. There is a child about the same age as us. Don't you think it's strange that on the day the cherry trees were uprooted, the villa caught fire and there was a big fire. Looking from a distance, the fire seemed to have dyed half of the sky red."

"What about the children living in the villa?" He asked anxiously, it should not be him, "Is there anything wrong with that child?" He asked uncertainly.

"I only know that you will be interested," Zhang Linan made a clear expression.

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm asking you," he urged impatiently.

"I don't know. After hearing that the fire was extinguished, firefighters found the body of a child and the body of a woman in the villa. The child's original appearance had been burned to an unknown face. The doctor diagnosed that it was a teenage boy."

Charlotin was stiff, and the news was like a bolt from the blue. It turned out that such a terrible thing happened during the week when he was hospitalized.

"When the cherry tree disappears, I will also disappear."

"On the day the cherry tree was uprooted, the villa caught fire and caught fire."

"The doctor diagnosed a little boy in his teens."

Their words alternately appeared in his ears, and he didn't believe it was true, and it couldn't be true.

"What's wrong with you today? Why are you absent-minded?" After school, standing by his seat, Zhang Linan was puzzled and more worried.

"What's their last name for the villa you mentioned?" Xia Luolin did not answer, but asked the other party excitedly and anxiously. He hoped it was not what he thought.

"I remember hearing my mother say that Mu seems to have moved here two years ago. What's wrong?" Zhang Linan thought for a while and answered uncertainly.

"Impossible, impossible, impossible," Xia Luolin went crazy and ran out.

"What's the matter? What's impossible," Zhang Linan said worriedly and ran out of the classroom. He was afraid that something would happen to him.

He didn't understand. Obviously, the first time he met, he ignored him and ignored him. He jumped so angrily and agreed to give him a look. Why did he see the sad and desperate expression on his face now? His heart would twitch. He was afraid that something would happen to him and was extremely afraid.

He caught up with him, took his hand, and asked with a puzzled and worried face.

"What's impossible? What's wrong with you?"

"I don't know. I also want to know what's wrong with me?" He asked the people beside him blankly.

"When the cherry tree disappears, I will also disappear."

His words have been recalling in his mind and tormenting him.

"He won't disappear, will he?" He looked at the people beside him with expectation.

"Well, he won't disappear," said the rare gentleness of the standing man. He didn't know who he was, but he knew that he must be very important to him and had a little taste in his heart, and he didn't understand why he had such a mood.

"Well," he got a satisfactory answer. He nodded heavily and warned him in his heart that he would not disappear and he would not be willing to leave him. It was just a coincidence.

"Do you know the flower language of cherry blossoms?" He suddenly asked the person beside him.

"Hmm?" Zhang Linan obviously couldn't keep up and shook his head blankly.

"Life and happiness will never give up. I will only love you all my life. The law of fate is a cycle, waiting for you to come back."

No one knows why a villa in Nuoda caught fire and burned for five hours. When the fire was extinguished, the whole villa burned to ashes.

He didn't know why such a big thing was. He had become a pain in his heart until many years later.

It turned out that he had already guessed that the moment when the cherry tree dried up was the end of its life. It turned out that he already knew it. So what's the matter with them getting along with each other these days? Do you just want to give him an illusory dream? He was ready to leave at any time, leaving him alone in the same place to recall and miss.