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"Su Ming, it's Jie's birthday tomorrow. I want to see him alone. Tell Dr. Liu for me." Since Liao Xiaofan's cold got better, he was transferred to the ENT department. He was a young doctor with no name, but the attending physician was indeed the industry leader whom Han Luo accompanied Liao Xiaofan to see.

"Tomorrow is his birthday..." An unconcealable sadness climbed up Li Suming's face, "It's been two years, and I haven't celebrated his birthday with him for two years..."

Liao Xiaofan looked at the redness in Li Suming's eyes, and felt a throbbing pain in his heart, which aggravated every time he took a breath.

It seemed that in the next second, because of this pain, I would meet Huang Quan.

"Su Ming, the dead are gone, you should have a new life..." New love...

Liao Xiaofan knew that although Li Suming looked flamboyant, and usually gave people a flirtatious feeling, but there was no one around him, and his heart was always filled with the person who slept forever in the ground.

"Oh, Rome wasn't built in a day..." Love didn't happen in a day, and letting go didn't happen overnight.Not to mention the person I have loved for more than 20 years.

Seeing the redness in Li Suming's eyes getting deeper and deeper, Liao Xiaofan didn't know what else he could do other than reaching out to hold him in his arms.

Now they are just two wounded little beasts, they can only cuddle up to each other and lick each other's wound, licking that wound named Liao Xiaoyi, which will never heal.

On this day, Liao Xiaofan waited for the doctor to finish the rounds, got a day's worth of medicine from the nurse, put on the clothes that Li Suming brought from home, took the mobile phone and wallet that hadn't been used in 800 years, and set off for Dongnae cemetery.

Although he couldn't hear him, Liao Xiaofan still didn't like the feeling of crowds, so his ward was the innermost single room.Originally, Li Suming wanted to let him live in the VIP suite, but Liao Xiaofan refused because he didn't like it.

For the convenience of management and safety, the hospital has nurse stations on both sides and in the middle of the floor.

So, everyone who wants to leave here has to go through the nurse's station.

When Liao Xiaofan passed the nurse's station, he saw that there were not many patients and nurses gathered in the nurse's station for an unprecedented number of patients and nurses. They were all watching the news on the LCD TV on the wall.

Liao Xiaofan is a person who doesn't even care about his own affairs, so really, if he wasn't blocked by this group of people, he wouldn't even pay attention to the news.

However, some things and some people really affect a person's heart so much.

Just a casual glance, Liao Xiaofan stopped in his tracks.

The TV screen was simple, two photos with a bland caption.

One of the photos is of a beautiful girl, even with mild face blindness, but that girl still looks so beautiful.

However, the handsome face in the other photo is the person I want to see in my dreams, the person I have been waiting for in the ENT clinic for a whole day, and the person who married me and promised to spend my whole life. The people who accompany me...

However, the title under the photo is: Is there a strong alliance?The two families of Korea and India get married!

Liao Xiaofan couldn't hear the specific content of the news, and didn't know what people around him were talking about. Liao Xiaofan just stood there quietly, looking at the two faces on the screen that seemed to match each other for a long time without any reaction or thought.

I don't know how long it took, the news was over, and the people around were gone.Liao Xiaofan glanced at the screen again, turned and left without looking back.

Some things have been seen clearly from the beginning; some results have been expected from the beginning; some decisions have been made from the beginning.

Therefore, there is no need to entangle, no need to question, no need to be reluctant.

However, the heart still hurts, very painful.

But, so what the pain, what is lost is lost and cannot be returned; what does not belong to oneself will not be owned by oneself, and cannot be forced; what is borrowed is what is borrowed, and must always be returned.

After Liao Xiaofan came to open the hospital, he went to buy cakes with only fruit and no cream, coffee that smelled good, and baby's breath that looked lively, and took a taxi straight to the Donglai Cemetery.

Although the Donglai cemetery is in the suburbs, it is not far from the hospital where Liao Xiaofan lives. When we arrived at the cemetery, the coffee was still hot, and it was still warm in our hands.

Li Suming walked to the three innermost curtains in the east area of ​​the cemetery, arranged the things he brought one by one, took out a tissue and carefully wiped the photos on the tombstone.

First was the middle-aged woman with a smile like a flower, then the middle-aged man with a kind face, and finally, the man who looked exactly like himself and looked as gentle as jade...

"It's over..." Liao Xiaofan stretched out his right hand, and gently touched the fading photo pasted on the cold tombstone with his cool fingertips...

Caressing and stroking carefully over and over again, every time I touch it, the pain in my heart will increase, my eyes will become wet, and tears will flow an inch...

Liao Xiaofan grasped his chest desperately with his left hand, weeping, choking with sobs.

After a long time, Liao Xiaofan stopped sobbing. He leaned against Liao Xiaoyi's tombstone, chatted with Liao Xiaoyi, and occasionally wiped away the tears rolling down his eyes.

Maybe he was tired from crying, Liao Xiaofan felt that the cold tombstone brought him an unprecedented sense of security, even stronger than the sense of security Han Luo once gave him.

Under the trend of a strong sense of security, Liao Xiaofan leaned against the tombstone tightly and gradually fell asleep.

In the dream, Liao Xiaofan felt that he was lying in the arms of a warm and jade-like person. He felt at ease, but at the same time, he felt very cold.So, Liao Xiaofan leaned into that man's arms, but the closer he got, the colder he was, the colder he was, the more he wanted to get closer...

For no reason, Liao Xiaofan felt his chest sink, and with a jolt, he opened his eyes.

What came into my eyes was that haunted face looking at me with distressed and troubled eyes.The body is also covered with a coat that has the gentle breath of the human body.

"Han Luo." Liao Xiaofan called his name subconsciously, but he didn't know if he really made the sound.

Perhaps, there was really no sound. After all, Han Luo still looked at him like that without any change.

Just when Liao Xiaofan was about to say something more, Han Luo's mouth moved, as if he was saying, "It really looks like this, how can it be so similar?"

Liao Xiaofan was puzzled because he didn't understand the meaning of Han Luo's words.

"Han Luo, we need to talk..." Liao Xiaofan opened his mouth again, looking at Han Luo who was staring at him obsessively, and said lightly.

"Hush..." Han Luo stretched out a finger and put it between Liao Xiaofan's lips, signaling him not to speak, "Listening to you talking to me, I feel sick." Han Luo said softly.

Yes, such a fake, with Liao Xiaofan's face on it, imitating Liao Xiaofan's voice and tone, dominating Liao Xiaofan's identity, staying by my side, doing what I should have done with Liao Xiaofan, just think about it , made Han Luo feel sick.

However, even though it was disgusting, when he saw this face that he loved so much that he couldn't help himself, he still couldn't help but get closer.

When I saw this tear-stained face falling asleep against the cold tombstone, I still felt distressed, and I couldn't help but want to hold him in my arms and take good care of him...

Liao Xiaofan felt Han Luo's warm breath spraying on his face, but his heart turned cold a little bit.

The Han Luo in front of him was a stranger, someone he had never seen before, and what he said...

Liao Xiaofan turned his face away and stopped looking at Han Luo's face.

In this way, no matter what hurtful words he said, I would not be able to hear them. In that way, my heart, perhaps, would not hurt so much...