Chapter 22

When Lin Jimian woke up, he found that his neck was a little sore and his brain was a little chaotic. He glanced at the familiar antique decorations next to him and immediately realized that he had been taken back to the valley by the old man. Looking back on the situation before losing consciousness, I panicked, and the body had not been disposed of! What about Xiao Ran? How is he doing? Thinking of this, I jumped up like a gust of wind to the door.

"Hive me a stop!" Hongling stood in front of his son with a solemn face.

"Do you think you can stop me? Get out of the way!"

"Yes, I can't stop you. Can't you listen to me this time? I know you disdain that rule, but after all, you don't belong to the same world as him. What's more, people's life and death reincarnation is doomed. Why do you want to get involved? Hongling's tone softened a lot.

"I don't know what is doomed. All I know is that I want him to live."

"Do you think he can still live as before? Some things can't be easily recovered once they are changed!"

Yes! The environment has changed, the mentality has changed, and everything has changed. Can he still do what he likes as before and be a simple student as before? Some things have been destroyed for a long time, even if sometimes involuntarily.

Lin Jimian was silent for a while, but his eyes became bright. "I won't give up on him because of his change. Those things that once existed in his life can never be changed. I will stay with him until he gets better. At least let me try. How do I know if I don't try?

Hongling has never heard his son speak in such a firm and soft tone. He only feels that he has changed and become distressed. Lin Jimian continued, "Dad, you know, I have never cared about anything since I was a child, but he is the first person I really care about. He is different from me. He has always been sticking to one thing, but now even this last one is about to collapse!"

Seeing that my son gradually became depressed, I was conflicted. Lin Jimian took advantage of his father's daze to lift him up and lift him far away. Then he rushed out.

Hongling was worried about his son and was afraid that he would make some big trouble, so he quickly followed.

Xiao Ran lay straight. After being thrown in, he didn't know how long he had been lying down, and he didn't dare to move. His fingers hurt when he moved. The small window is illuminated by light, like the soft and faint silver silk. It should be moonlight.

Although it hurts, Xiao Ran still stretched out his hand and bathed in the moonlight. This should be the last time.

When Liu Yinyu died in front of him, everything changed and he gave up the struggle all the time. The defense line in the depths of the heart has been broken through again and again, and once the tough protection is eliminated, it will eventually expose the fragility. I used to worry about which day I would reach the edge of the end, that uninhabited situation. But it was so quiet when it came.

I often feel like I live in a dream, and I settle down wherever I go. This moment is the most real. I can clearly remember the people in the dream, including Yang Xiaoheng, Xiao Zheng, Liu Yinyu... Of course, there is also Lin Jimian, who appeared for the shortest time, but remembers the deepest. His appearance is like a magnificent and bright strange flower blooming in his life as plain as water. I thought I would remember him all my life, but as soon as I died, I didn't remember anything.

Xiao Ran endured the pain from his fingertips and found a rusty nail. This was groped on the frame of the small window in those two days, and the tip of the nail was still sharp as usual.

The cyan blood vessels on the wrist were cut open, and the blood flowed out like a small fountain, flowing down the arm and dyed the sheets red. The bright smiling face flashed in my mind over and over again, and my consciousness gradually blurred.

Lin Jimian smelled the stronger and stronger smell of blood, which was Xiao Ran's! My heart jumped wildly. It's here!" With a bang, he kicked open the door and saw a man lying down. There was a large pool of blood on the ground. Xiao Ran's left hand was hanging, and the blood was still ticking.

Lin Jimian's heart beat violently, and his whole body also beat. He approached and saw Xiao Ran's pale face, dry lips, and fingers with dark red blood scabs. My heart immediately became colic, and my whole heart seemed to be crushed.

"Xiao Ran." He called hoarsely and gently patted Xiao Ran's face. Xiao Ran became sober and looked at Lin Jimian with his eyes half closed. He tried to squeeze out a smile, but he couldn't do it.

"I'll take you away now! I will cure you." Lin Jimian was overwhelmed by joy. Just as he was about to pick him up, he heard footsteps from outside.

"Who is it?" The fat police officer stood at the door with a flashlight, followed by the police officer. They found an unusual shadow in the surveillance video and rushed here.

Lin Jimian's anger immediately rose, and his eyes burned red, like a manic beast. He grabbed the fat police officer's throat and inserted his fingers deeply. Before the fat police officer could shout, the throat was pulled out, and then thrown on the ground. After a few twitching, it didn't move.

Officer Yu was so scared that he sweated coldly and turned his head to run away. Lin Jimian suddenly grabbed his arm and kicked him on the wall. His hands were suddenly torn off. Suddenly, flesh and blood splashed all over the wall. Officer Yu said, "Ah!" With a scream, he struggled hard a few times, fell to the ground and fainted to death in pain, and the blood trickled out of the ambiguous broken arm.

Lin Jimian turned around and walked into the house, picked up Xiao Ran and walked out. While forcing himself to calm down, he said to Xiao Ran, "When you get well, I will take you to our place. The scenery there is very beautiful. You can paint as long as you want. If you want to paint for a lifetime, I will accompany you for a lifetime..."

As he spoke, he choked there and couldn't say any more. He felt that the body in his arms was gradually getting cold. When he lowered his head, he saw Xiao Ran's eyes tightly closed, and his long eyelashes delicately cast a circle of shadows, but they did not move. He looked back at the blood flowing from Xiao Ran's left hand to the ground, as if it were a long stream from the underworld. Then he looked at the person who bent his chest and slept quietly. The pain in his heart suddenly surged up to his throat, and he couldn't swallow it. Finally, he cried out, and the nerves that had been tense broke in an instant. Tears filled his eyes, and it fell straight down, wetting Xiao Ran's bloodless cheeks.

Why don't you wait for me? I thought you would wait for me, but I don't know you yet.

"Where are you going?" Hongling stood behind Lin Jimian. For the first time, he saw his son crying so painfully, and his heart ached.

Lin Jimian turned around, his eyes were red and swollen, and there was endless wounds inside. I'm going to take him back. This is not suitable for him, although he can't see or hear it anymore. His voice kept trembling, and after saying that, he disappeared into Hongling's vision.

——End——