Chapter 26 Promise Me
There was a silent silence.
"I'm sorry..." Hardly squeezed three words out of his throat, Lu Qingzhu's cheeks turned from red to white, and he turned his head in a panic, trying to escape from his arms.
He shouldn't have done it.
Lin Jinyang would never say such a thing.
This kind of irony said when angry, can't take the literal meaning seriously at all.
He subconsciously clenched his fingers and the kiss just now was just a move he made in a moment of enthusiasm.
Lin Jinyang was so good to him that at some moments he always had the illusion that the other party also liked him.
"Why do you say sorry?" Lin Jinyang grabbed his hand, and gently spread his slightly curled fingers one by one, and then gently pressed against his angular face, "I didn't say I hate you."
The icy cold retreated in a hurry, and the touch of his fingertips felt like he had entered the midsummer May by mistake.
Lu Qingzhu suddenly widened his eyes.
Lin Jinyang hugged the person in his arms, the spirits rolled down his throat, astringent and painful.
He really wanted to lower his head, just like that evening soaked in the afterglow of the sunset, leaning over to kiss the person in his arms.
But he didn't dare, he was afraid that the people in his arms would flee in a hurry like that time.
So he lowered his head and hugged the person in his arms tightly, his already low voice was a little hoarse under the pressure of the emotions he tried to endure, and his eyes hidden in the shadows were burning with a desire that he did not dare to speak. .
"Then Lu Qingzhu, if I get angry in the future, you can coax me like this."
"promise me."
Promise me you will always look at me and don't give your tenderness to others.
I want you to have me in your eyes and me in your heart.
Wordless silence suddenly descended.
The night behind him was silent but also roaring loudly. It was clearly winter, but it was a warm current, and it flowed by so quietly.
What came from the depths of the evening breeze was the warm warmth that remained in the remnants of midsummer.
It seems that at this moment, all the silence, all the lingering words, all the pains that are difficult to heal, will be silently accepted, tolerated, and healed and sealed silently.
Lin Jinyang...how can you let me reject you...
Lu Qingzhu raised his head, the stars fell silently all over the sky, and the tree shadows swayed above his head.
The corner that had been tense in his heart seemed to be torn apart at this moment, those overflowing emotions engulfed him involuntarily, and his dry chest was filled with sour warmth.
"Okay, I promise you."
【Anything you say, I am willing to promise you unconditionally. 】
[As long as you can live well. 】
[Lin Jinyang, I only want you to live well. 】
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When we went back, the moonlight on the horizon was just right, soft twilight fell on the indigo sky curtain, and the long star river was reflected in the sky above.
Lin Jinyang watched Lu Qingzhu go up the stairs and go home. A warm yellow light was lit in the narrow window, like a lonely lamp at night.
He stood under the street lamp and lit a cigarette, everything in his sight in the curling blue smoke seemed to be covered with a soft white gauze.
What the man who called himself Brother Long said was actually not wrong. He fell in love with someone who shouldn't love.
This world can't tolerate their deformed emotions. His persistence and his approach will only bring the other party to a corner where there is no way out, and he will be disgusted and criticized by everyone.
Lin Jinyang turned around and went upstairs. After washing, he lay on the bed without turning on the light. He looked at his bandaged hands, and every knuckle was sticking to the stinging pain of flesh and blood.
To be honest, even he was surprised that he would tell Pei Jichuan that he had changed his mind.
He never regretted it, this was the first time.
That night he lay in bed with pain and sweat, and the bleak cold wind made him sleepless. The gentle person who was as gentle as the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River lay quietly beside him, his delicate and fair complexion blooming white flowers in the hazy moonlight.
So he hugged the man gently into his arms, leaning over and sniffing the faint fragrance of gardenia in his hair. Then he clenched his teeth and boiled the pain all over his body into a bitter taste in his throat, burning his heart to the bone, and swallowed it silently.
He doesn't regret at all what he's done.
He just hated, hated his own powerlessness.
For the first time in his life, he wanted to get back what he once hated to throw away.
He used to think that it doesn't matter what a person lives, even if he abandons his family and his studies and becomes a scum at the bottom of the society, he doesn't want to go back to the home that gave him countless pains and shadows, and he doesn't want to face the cruel man who abandoned his wife and children. Negative man.
But now it's different.
He turned his head and looked out the window. The light in Lu Qingzhu's room was still on, and a hazy warm yellow color fell from the window.
He wanted to give his star a home, he wanted to get him out of that caged home, and he wanted to give him a happier life than anyone else.
So, Lu Qingzhu, can you wait for me?
I don't want to take the three words I love you as an irresponsible impulse that is just a momentary remorse.
What I want to give you is the promise that I can protect you from the storms of your life.
So please wait for me.
Wait until I have the ability to block all the gossip for you, until I am strong enough to give you the life you want.
I will hold your hand and give you everything I can give you.
...
Lin Jinyang fell into a deep sleep.
The familiar dream never reappeared, and the blood-like sunset in the dream turned into a raging fire.
He dreamed that he had died in a fire, as he had suddenly recalled in the hospital.
Someone put him in a coma and locked the door. In the severe pain, he recognized the face, it was Xu Zhengguo's younger brother, his nominal uncle.
He woke up from the dream covered in sweat.
He had never had such a real dream, it seemed like it really happened, even the pain of being burned by the fire was so real.
For no reason, a thought suddenly appeared in Lin Jinyang's mind that he had thought of but never took seriously.
All these dreams seem to be connected.
All cause and effect can be traced back to the source, and all dreams are like fragments of one thing.
He didn't believe that there would be such a coincidence in this world, because he never thought that his uncle, the one who always greeted him with a smile, would kill him.
What if all these dreams were real?
Lin Jinyang's eyes widened suddenly, and the coldness that suddenly spread on his back made him tremble.
If all this is true.
If this is not a dream, but a prediction of the future.
Lin Jinyang was speechless for a moment.
The appearance of Lu Qingzhu in the dream was the same as it is now. Thinking that the fire happened only two years ago.
In other words, he will have an accident in two years.
Although grandpa is old, his mind is still very clear. He knows that people with foreign surnames are foreign surnames after all, and everything in the family cannot be handed over to people outside the Lin family.
The Lin family has a single lineage, and if he dies, it can be imagined in whose hands everything of the Lin family will fall.
Lin Jinyang's hand trembled slightly, soot rolled onto the bandage, leaving a dark burn mark after shaking.
If you think so, then it all makes sense.
All these coincidences made it impossible for him to simply regard these as absurd dreams. He could not guarantee that everything in the dream would not become a reality, and he did not dare to gamble.
Because in the dream, he died in a fire, and Lu Qingzhu chose to go with him.
Xu Zhenguo would drive him to the south, probably to find a place where the Lin family's forces were not involved, and kill him quietly.
After all, no old man can bear the sad news of the death of his daughter and grandson.
That resolute and upright man, even if he had scheming ingenuity in his youth and the courage to slay dragons in the abyss, he is just a fragile and lonely old man when he grows old.
He still remembers that on the day when the news of his mother's death came, it rained heavily in the imperial capital, which had been sunny for a long time.
Leaning over and placing a bunch of pure white gypsophila in front of the brand-new tombstone, the autumn wind was bleak that afternoon, and he saw with his own eyes the man who had been resolutely and resolutely for a lifetime, with tears flashing in his eyes.
He is not ruthless and unjust, but he hides his love too deeply and for too long, and finally finds it difficult to open his mouth again.
He has always been taboo on revealing his emotions, because once a person has a weakness, he will become vulnerable, which will give opportunities to those who are ill-intentioned.
Xu Zhengguo is very smart. He knows the only way to defeat the Lin family's rulers.
Lin Jinyang stood up suddenly, turned on the light in the room, found a pen and paper and wrote down every detail in the dream that he still remembered.
The winter night in Jiangnan seems to be colder.
And in the opposite room, just a few meters away, Lu Qingzhu remembered in his dreams the past ten years, those cold winter nights he had tormented through.
The winter in the south of the Yangtze River is dank and cold, and the long winter is an endless torture for him.
For countless winter nights, he curled up in the darkness of the unknown, listening to the noise of the wind, silently watching the scars on his back festering and festering, leaving ugly and dirty scars after healing.
He woke up crying, the lights falling from the opposite room reflected the tears in his eyes.
Silent silence drifted slowly in the cold room, he sat on the cold floor in front of the window, raised his head and stared silently, waiting.
He stayed up all night, just silent.
He waited until the first ray of sunlight finally penetrated the thin clouds and fell on him. He looked out the window at the splendid sky at the dawn of dawn, and the dark pupils gradually filled with clear water.
On the floor beside him, the old diary where he had written countless pains and expectations was opened by the wind, and the white pages were turned over by the wind, and finally stayed on the last page.
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[I want to give you a naked love for someone who has nothing]
【I want to give you a return date that you will never forget after traveling thousands of miles】
[I want to give you everything I have and everything you desire, even the bright moon in the water and the stars in the sky]
[The love that walks through the blood, the nicknames poured out of the mouth, and even the life of this wind and candle flames]
[All of this will belong to you, no matter if you choose to ignore, trample, or abandon it]
[I am willing to put all this on your brand and engrave your name]
[In addition to the promise to accompany a lifetime, and the love that will grow old together]
The author has something to say: Don't push me, I don't care about you, and don't provoke me
