Iron tree might as well bloom

In the haze, Lin Xinglang saw someone in front of her, and she couldn't help but want to lean over to see who it was.When he got closer, Lin Xinglang could see this person clearly.A pair of calm eyes are very conspicuous, with heroic eyebrows above, a tall nose bridge below, and moderately thick lips below. The slightly long bangs in front add a bit of melancholy, a clean boy Lang, it's really beautiful, Lin Xinglang couldn't help sighing.

"Hi, I'm Lin Xinglang." The boy's clear voice sounded suddenly.

"Hello... What a coincidence... My name is also Lin Xinglang..." Lin Xinglang was a little confused.

"I know what you want to ask, and I'll tell you one by one." The boy looked at her and said unhurriedly. "I am the deity of your body, maybe some similar points in different time and space meet at a certain moment, and you took this opportunity to penetrate into my body."

"Then what? Do you want me to give it back to you?"

"No. It's because I don't want to live anymore, and I don't want to have this body anymore. The only thing I'm worried about is my grandma. Since you occupy my body, I hope you can help me take care of it." Take care of grandma, even if I charge your rent, after all, she is the only one I miss in this world." The boy said decisively and earnestly.

"You... Since you are so worried about her... why did you abandon her?" Lin Xinglang couldn't help being a little angry when he heard these words. Since he was concerned, why did he commit suicide? He was so irresponsible.

The boy looked at Lin Xinglang with his eyes. What kind of eyes did he have? Desperation, calmness... maybe both, Lin Xinglang couldn't tell.The boy said quietly: "Life is really too hard. If you think about it, it will still be meaningless after a few more decades. Why waste time?"

Lin Xinglang looked at him, thinking of himself, he had also felt the same emotion.But the difference between the two of them is that one wants to take advantage of God, and the other just wants to get rid of it early.

"Okay, I will give you my memory. I hope you take good care of grandma and my body. No, it should be your body now." The boy bid farewell to Lin Xinglang.

"Wait, I have one last question."

"Go ahead."

"How did you die?"

"Hmm... I was in a bad mood that day. I originally wanted to jump off the building. On the way to find the building, I saw a child who was about to be hit by a car. I thought that I would die anyway. Why not save someone before I die, and make some contribution to society. "The boy had an indifferent smile on his face.

"..." Lin Xinglang was speechless after hearing this reason, he really would take advantage of it.Turning a corner, I suddenly held back a sentence: "You look so cute when you smile."

"..." The boy was also stunned for a moment, he probably didn't expect Lin Xinglang to come out like this.After being silent for a while, he suddenly smiled, and looked at Lin Xinglang with sincerity in his eyes: "Thank you. I entrust everything to you, so I can leave with peace of mind. This time I really have to leave, see you by fate, It's better not to see, take care."

Lin Xinglang looked at the boy's back, showing a kind of desolation, and suddenly she understood what the boy said, "Life is so bitter". Existence is not enough to resist the despair that sweeps through when one is alone.

"Take care too." Lin Xinglang knew that the boy couldn't hear him, but he still said something in a low voice.

When Lin Xinglang opened his eyes and saw a few beams of sunlight entering the ward, he realized that it was dawn. It turned out that it was just a dream.

"Lang'er, wake up, come, have some porridge." As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw his grandma sitting in front of his hospital bed holding the porridge.

In an instant, many small images popped up in Lin Xinglang's mind, such as when he was a child, his grandmother hugged him and coaxed him to sleep; The story, grandma knits a sweater for him under the dim light, and he and grandma cuddle up to each other on the hillside to count the stars... It's about the memory of the past!

Looking at grandma again, Lin Xinglang couldn't help getting wet eyes, that kind of deep love made her empathize with each scene, and she was a little moved. "Grandma, I... I'm hungry..." The pretentious words came to his lips but he couldn't utter them, Lin Xinglang actually acted coquettishly.

"Okay, grandma feeds you! Come on, eat more, you like to eat the porridge made by grandma the most." Grandma felt sorry for him when she saw him soft and sticky, and quickly started feeding Lin Xinglang the porridge.

The sun shines in through the window and shines on the grandparents and grandchildren who are eating, which is indescribably peaceful and harmonious.