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Don't recognize others

Jiang Xiu had a very long and profound dream.

In the dream, she was still a child, repeating one action countless times - pushing open the door of Lan Jinxi's bedroom.

The door was mahogany, carved with exquisite flowers, thick and ancient flavor. She carried her small schoolbag and stretched out her hand to push the door open. The room was very dark, and only the windows were shining with a bright skylight. The window screen was blown by the wind. The pale woman turned around sadly, and there was a large pool of dark red blood at her feet.

When she saw Jiang Xiu, she smiled helplessly and helplessly. Xiao Jiang Xiu pounced on her and tried hard to hug her mother. The child didn't know what so much blood meant, but the biological instinct made her afraid and panic, and could only hide in her mother's arms to absorb a little warmth.

Lan Jinxi was very beautiful and graceful, and she often smiled gently, but at that time, when the bright sunlight outside the window shone on her side face, it outlined a kind of endless loneliness and sadness.

She gently stroked her daughter's face and asked softly: "Jiang Jiang, why are you back?"

Xiao Jiangxiu opened her eyes wide and said in a daze: "It was my grandfather who picked me up."

Lan Jinxi sighed slightly, and the cut veins on her wrist were still bleeding, but she didn't care. She just bent down slightly, hugged Jiang Xiu and sat on the windowsill, saying, "Jiang Jiang, mom is leaving you."

"Why? Why?" Jiang Xiu has been a sensible child since he was a child and never cried easily. Even at this time, he had to hold back his tears. She looked at her mother in panic: "Is it Jiang Jiang not good? I will be good from now on."

"No." Lan Jinxi gently stroked her forehead and printed a kiss between her forehead, "Jiang Jiang is the most obedient child."

"Mom is just sick." Lan Jinxi said calmly: "It's a disease that cannot be cured. It was a long time ago that my mother should leave. Now it's finally time, so my mother is leaving."

"But" Xiao Jiangxi grabbed the corner of Lan Jinxi's clothes, and tears were accumulated in her eyes, "But doesn't mother bring Jiang Jiang?"

Lan Jinxi smiled, but tears fell. She turned her head and seemed to smile a little self-deprecatingly, her voice choked: "Jiang Jiang, that's a very good place. You can't go there yet. Do you have to take good care of your grandfather in the future? Mom will keep watching you."

She slowly sat by the bed, where she was raising a pot of her favorite hydrangea. She closed her eyes tiredly, leaned against her daughter, held her hand, and whispered: "Jiang Jiang, mom hopes you will be safe and happy in the future."

Xiao Jiangxiu's body was stiff and nodded desperately: "Mom, I'm obedient, please don't sleep well?"

She instinctively knew that as soon as Lan Jinxi closed her eyes, she could no longer open.

"I'm in my life," Lan Jinxi murmured: "Life is like a joke."

Jiang Xiu kept dreaming about this scene repeatedly. She was originally a very strong child, but she finally couldn't bear it and cried.

Fu Chenhan was lying on her floor and was suddenly awakened. He frowned and stood up, turned on the light, and sure enough, he saw the child curling up in a ball in his big black bed, looking like a homeless animal, burying his face tightly in the quilt and making soft sobbing.

Fu Chenhan had never had contact with a girl of this age and didn't know how to get along with her. He stood by the bed for a long time, and his tall figure almost enveloped Jiang Xiu. If someone who didn't know came in at this time, he would probably think that Fu Chenhan was very beastly and planned to chop off the little girl on the bed with his own hands.

Little did he know that this man who was rumored to retreat was completely confused and helpless at this moment.

What to do if you cry? Hold it in your arms and coax it? How to coax it?

Mr. Han reached out to gesture on the little girl twice, helpless, and was about to ask Pingbai to come and get some scriptures when Jiang Xiu suddenly called out: "Don't want Jiang Jiang."

The sound was low and soft, like a little cat's paws scratching slowly on the heart, half of its body was as numb as electricity.

Fu Chenhan paused, but did not go out. Instead, he sat down beside the bed, reached out and hugged Jiang Xiu in his arms, and looked at her forehead. He found that the burn had basically retreated. A stone in his heart fell to the ground, and he himself did not notice it.

Fu Chenhan hugged Jiang Xiu, clumsy and thought that he was terrible, so he simply grabbed Jiang Xiu's soft and tender hand and whispered: "I don't want you."

Jiang Xiu seemed to have been guaranteed, smiled softly, carefully held Fu Chenhan's hand to his heart and hugged him tightly. It was a precious and respectful position.

Fu Chenhan: "" He moved his wrist slightly and felt unusual softness, which made his palm stiff.

After a long time, Fu Chenhan stared at the child who was sleeping in his arms without realization and still had crystal tears hanging on the corners of his eyes. He licked his teeth with his tongue: "I'm not old, but I'm quite good at seducing my uncle."

He adjusted Jiang Xiu's posture so that she could sleep more comfortably. He leaned against the head of the bed, and his eyelashes drooped in shadows on the lower eyelids. He pinched Jiang Xiu's cheek: "This is what you hold yourself, don't say that uncle takes advantage of you."

As he said that, he moved the hand that was held by Jiang Xiu with peace of mind, narrowed his eyes and smiled.

The dream was like a huge piece of glass, broken by a hammer. For a moment, no matter the blood stains in the room or the Lan Jinxi beside the bed, they all turned into ashes. Jiang Xiu raised her head in confusion and heard someone in the broken glass say, "I don't want you."

The voice was low and hoarse, with a little indescribable anger and a trace of unexplained softness and helplessness.

Jiang Xiu turned around, everything behind him was raised like snow-white paper, and all the glitz and horror turned into bubbles, and nothing was left behind in the end.

Suddenly I felt relieved.

That was the security she had never had since her mother passed away.

At four o'clock in the morning, Jiang Xiu opened his eyes.

Her head was still dizzy, not very clear, and she looked at things a little blurred. She felt that she was surrounded in a wide and warm place. She struggled for a few times and moaned.

"Awaken?" The man's hoarse voice sounded above his head. Jiang Xiu looked up blankly, and saw that Fu Chenhan had already lowered his head and gently touched her with his forehead: "Don't burn it."

That was actually a very, very intimate action.

Jiang Xiu's body was stiff and he stared at Fu Chenhan with his round deer eyes open.
Chapter completed!