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Chapter 118 The truth
Ke Mei walked to the wall, put one hand on the switch button, and asked Xia Lin again, "Are you sure, you must watch it?"
Xia Lin's face was pale, but he was very stubborn: "I must see, I have the right to know what happened in the last life."
All right. Ke Mei turned off the light with a "pop", and opened the folder of video files in the darkness.
A figure of Song Yan of equal height appeared in front of Xia Lin. It was Song Yan who was familiar to Xia Lin in the previous life. He was wearing a straight suit, his hair was meticulously combed, and his beard was cleanly shaved, but he could not hide his haggard and thinness. face.
In the night wind hunting, he climbed up to the roof, stepped over the half-height railing, and glanced down.
Xia Lin has been following his point of view, just glanced at it like this, and the slight fear of heights immediately made him dizzy.
"Song Yan, don't..." He stretched out his hand to pull Song Yan back, but when he said that, he realized that this was just an image of the previous life, and Song Yan couldn't hear his voice at all.
I saw Song Yan standing by the railing for a while, then raised his wrist and looked at his watch, not knowing what he was waiting for.
"Xia Lin, will you come?" he muttered to himself, "Today is your first seven, you will definitely come back, right?"
Xia Lin stared blankly at Song Yan in the image, and tears filled his eyes instantly. Thinking of Song Yan's purpose for this move and what he might do next, Xia Lin opened his mouth slightly, but was speechless in fear. He couldn't help shivering in his heart.
The hands on the watch slowly moved to zero in the morning.
The long wait finally came to an end, Song Yan raised his head and looked ahead, his eyes fell on the distant shore, stretched out his arms and groped: "Xia Lin, have you come to pick me up? Can you...Tell me a word. ?"
Xia Lin covered his mouth, tears pouring down instantly.
Song Yan couldn't wait for the voice he wanted to hear, his face was a little lonely, and he muttered to himself, "Xia Lin must be still angry, so he doesn't want to ignore me."
He gradually left the railing with his back, tried to take a small half step forward, and his open arms gradually gathered into a hugging posture: "Xia Lin, I can't see it.
"You, can you... hug me? You hold me and take me to your place, okay..."
Before he finished speaking, his foot was already in the air, and then he fell down.
"Song Yanβ!" Xia Lin shouted out!
Song Yan and Song Huaiji finally reached an agreement, and then he was supported by Du Lanze and sat back in the wheelchair.
Du Lanze, who was talking a lot, was unusually quiet at this moment, and asked Song Yan if he needed to be sent back.
Song Yan waved his hand, declined the other's kindness, and controlled the wheelchair to come out of the lounge by himself.
After breathing the fresh air outside, he let out a sigh of relief, as if he had fulfilled a great wish, and he will have no regrets in this life.
At this time, Xia Lin called him.
where are you? "Xia Lin's voice sounded a bit wrong.
Song Yan adjusted his mood and pretended to be relaxed: "Xia Lin, are you in a hurry? I have already dealt with it here, and I will go to the box to find you right away."
Xia Lin didn't say a word for a while, but leaked a suppressed and unstable breath.
Song Yan heard something wrong and asked, "Xia Lin, what's the matter with you?"
Song Yan," Xia Lin took a breath and asked in a trembling voice, "In the last life, who were you? How did you die? "
Song Yan's hand controlling the wheelchair paused, and even the wheelchair slowly stopped.
"Xia Lin, why did you suddenly ask this?" He paused, "Didn't I tell you before..."
"Song Yan, I want to hear the truth."
Song Yan frowned, and the hand holding the phone gradually turned white, but he still forced himself to calm down: "Did someone tell you something? Is it Ke Mei? Don't believe him, he's just joking with you... "
"Ke Mei showed me the images of the last life, do you want to tell me that those images are also fake? You jumped from the top of the twenty-fourth floor and lay on the ground covered in blood, that's also fake. Is it?"
Song Yan's heart was in one room, and then he suddenly became furious: "Ke Mei shows you what those bloody things are doing, is he sick?"
"I want to see it myself," Xia Lin said. "Song Yan, if he hadn't told me, would you have planned to hide it from me for the rest of your life?"
Song Yan couldn't refute, since he knew that he and Xia Lin were no longer destined, he never thought about letting Xia Lin know about this past, until the extremely depressed cry came from the other end of the phone, Song Yan was at a loss: "Xia Lin, you Don't cry, where are you now, I'll go look for you right away, don't cry..."
Just as he turned the wheelchair around the corner, he unexpectedly bumped into Xia Lin who was standing behind the corner and was already crying.
He suddenly remembered that when he wanted to die several times in the last life, Xia Lin also cried very sadly, and it was these tears that dragged him back from the brink of death.
Later, Xia Lin died of illness, and he was all alone, without any worries, and only wanted to go with Xia Lin. He thought that this time no one would cry for him again, but he didn't expect to live a new life, and after going through ups and downs, the only person who would finally cry for him was Xia Lin.
At this moment, Song Yan wanted to go up to comfort Xia Lin, hug him, kiss him, and coax him softly in his ear.
But in fact, he could only sit still in the wheelchair, looking at Xia Lin with tears in his eyes, unable to do anything.
After crying for a while, Xia Lin wiped away her tears, walked slowly to Song Yan, squatted down on one knee and looked up at him: "Song Yan, does it hurt? Does it hurt to fall from such a high place? ?"
Song Yan tried his best to suppress his turbulent emotions at the moment, and shook his head: "It doesn't hurt, really."
Xia Lin choked and lowered his head, as quiet and docile as when he was in love with him in the last life, resting his forehead on his knee, and said in a muffled voice, "Why are you so stupid."
Song Yan gently touched the top of Xia Lin's hair: "It's said that stupid people have stupid blessings, don't I just meet you again? God treats me well after all."
Xia Lin suddenly remembered something, grabbed Song Yan's hand and said, "Song Yan, promise me, this time, no matter whether my disease can be cured or not, you can't do stupid things again."
Song Yan was stunned for a moment, and did not answer him directly, but smiled slightly, with a gentle but firm expression: "Don't say anything depressing, your disease will definitely be cured, it will be."