Chapter 52: Leaving traces in my heart
Ling Ziyue stayed at Gu's house and did not stay for a long time.
Driving that broken jeep speeding on the elevated road, Lin Ziyue's heart was always agitated. Although he was trying to control his mood, divert his attention, and force himself to think about other more important things, the more this happened,
The more he crazily thinks about Han Muxue's hurriedly hung up call, did she have any misunderstanding?
Damn it!!
He unconsciously stepped on the accelerator and accelerated to 130 to 1300, speeding all the way and getting off the elevated highway. When waiting for the traffic light, he took out his mobile phone several times and looked at the last dialed number, making a final struggle.
It wasn't until the vehicles queuing up behind him impatiently honked their horns that he finally came back to his senses as if waking up from a dream. What on earth was he doing?
At seven o'clock in the evening, he drove back to the place he and Lu Li shared on time.
He didn't want to go back to the Ling family's old house tonight, his mind was very confused.
He unlocked the door with the key. The lights in the living room were still dark, and there was a dead silence with no one around.
It was neat and tidy like a guest room in a hotel that had been unoccupied for a long time. It seemed that Lu Li had been busy and hadn't been back for a while.
His mind was very confused, thinking of his father Ling Zhengming's bloodless face with frost, his mother's eyes that were suddenly blank, the scene of the murder where his uncle Ling Zhengjun was killed, and Han Muxue's crystal eyes full of expectation.
In his eyes, everything was intertwined, making him suddenly feel depressed.
In the darkness, with eyes full of exhaustion, he slowly walked to the bathroom, taking some slightly hot water and washing his handsome face continuously.
The raging heart in my chest is still restless.
Panting heavily, he fled back to his room.
The old rule is to light sandalwood and concentrate, close your eyes and breathe deeply, grind ink, lay down paper and pick up a pen. Before you finish writing the word "quiet", the tip of the pen falls off due to improper control and excessive force.
, drooping his weak head, he fell down on the white rice paper and turned into a black mass.
Just like Han Muxue was in his heart, it had actually left a mark long ago. Not only could this trace never be erased, but the more he avoided it, the more it continued to spread, eager to occupy it.
He stared at the completely defeated word "quiet" and was stunned for two seconds. Then he used the corner of his mouth and his wrist to crumple up the innocent rice paper and threw it into the wastebasket.
It was his favorite and most commonly used brush, but it was scrapped like this, which made him even more angry.
Unable to write calligraphy, he simply took the key and went out, driving aimlessly outside to relax, blow in the cold wind, and be quiet.
Under the neon city night scene with numerous high-rise buildings and shrouded in dilapidated darkness, urban villages are synonymous with backwardness and poverty.
For a big city like City C, they don’t want to be mentioned to the outside world. Here they gather temporary residents from outside, even black households who make a living by doing odd jobs, homeless people in the city, and a large number of stray cats and dogs. They
Being on the back side of the city's sunshine, we can only find gathering places like this to hug together and keep warm.
Han Muxue didn't dislike such a place. She didn't know if her younger brother Yangyang still remembered that their family of three lived in a place like this when they were very young.
The dim yellow light with a low wattage always gave her a sense of security.
Because she knew that there was the busy figure of her mother, Bai Luomei, wearing an apron and waving to her.
She walked silently under the dim, on-off street lights without bringing anything with her.
She just wanted to enjoy this moment of peace, until she saw a yellow dog next to a greasy and dirty trash can.
It was very thin, with thin and long limbs, like an eggplant with four chopsticks stuck upside down. It didn't bark when it saw anyone, but instead swung its tail and ran towards Han Muxue in a friendly manner, stopping at a distance it thought was appropriate.
, sitting on the spot upright, looking at her with a pair of big eyes.
"Are you hungry?"
Han Muxue hurriedly dug into her pockets. She really didn't bring anything with her, and of course there was no food.
"Woof woof!"
It barked twice softly as a response, got up and ran away slowly, but it always looked back at Han Muxue.
That way, it looks like he is giving guidance.
"Where are you taking me?"
Han Muxue felt that this dog was very spiritual, so she naturally became interested in following it. As they walked, they left the dim village in the city and arrived on the road where cars were passing by.
"Woof! Woof!"
She finally understood the yellow puppy's intentions.
The lights on the roadside are obviously much brighter.
But no one pays attention to the little life on the roadside.
The furry ball was stained with blood. It was so pitiful that it couldn't even open its eyes. It was all stuck together. It meowed in a milky voice and its little paws were still grabbing the big cat with a pool of blood at the corner of its mouth.
, clinging tightly to each other, unwilling to let go.
Han Muxue's heart was suddenly stabbed.
It seemed that the big cat had been dead for a long time, and its body was flattened by the wheels. But the little cat didn't seem to understand that its mother had died a long time ago.
All it can do is guard its mother's body where it is, guarding and guarding.
But don't understand what this means.
Han Muxue's tears suddenly burst out.
She had been suppressing the emotion of missing her mother, but now it was drowning her like a tide. She squatted on the side of the road, hugged herself and cried loudly, regardless of the exhaust fumes from passing cars and the flying sand and gravel.
"Are you okay?"
A jeep with double flashes slowly stopped on the side of the road, and a slender figure stepped down.
Han Muxue, with tears in her eyes, looked up. In the halo, the man was still so handsome.
Is she dreaming?
Do you think he has reached the point where he is hallucinating?
Really useless!!
She wiped her tears with her hand, stubbornly raised her chin and stood up, raising her hand to give the other party a slap.
"Ling Ziyue, who do you think you are? I don't know how to...eh?"
She was a little surprised that her hand was firmly grasped by the person in the hallucination?
"You, you are not an illusion?"
"What are you doing squatting on the roadside at night?"
Ling Ziyue was as cold as ever when facing Han Muxue.
"What a coincidence?"
Han Muxue sniffed, with a thick nasal sound from crying, a little embarrassed.
"You cried?"
Ling Zi frowned more and more.
His heart couldn't help but clench.
"No, I just have a cold."
Han Muxue pretended to be relaxed, because she didn't want her fragile side to be shown in front of Ling Ziyue.
"Since you are here, please help me!"
"What?"
"Do you have any cardboard boxes or anything like that in your car?"
The more Ling Zi followed Han Muxue's gaze, the two balls of fluffy things made his expression more solemn.
"There are clothes."
After that, he opened the car door directly and took out a long woolen coat from the back seat of the car.
"These clothes are quite expensive, aren't they?"
Han Muxue looked at the trademark above and hesitated.
"That's it, do you want love or not."
Han Muxue thought about it, but still didn't take Ling Ziyue's hand. Instead, she took off her only coat and wrapped it around the poor kitten curled up in a ball.
Holding it in my arms, except for the clothes, I can't feel the weight at all.
Han Muxue hugged her carefully, feeling sad as she looked at the mother cat who died tragically on the roadside.
"Little guy, you are also a child without a mother."
Too……
Ling Ziyue's heart was hammered hard again.
Just like this kitten, she also longs for someone to take her in...
Chapter completed!