happy farming

The author has something to say: Keke, I am really sad recently.

So I wanted to write a short sweet article.

Self-healing~HOHO.

Begging for flowers, begging for tigers to touch ~ all kinds of begging.

At two o'clock in the morning, the lights were dimmed, and except for a few cars passing by occasionally, the streets were deserted.And this year's winter seems to have come very early. Just after entering October, the city has already experienced a heavy snowfall.

Wang Lin dragged his exhausted body on the deserted street. A gust of cold wind blew by. He couldn't help shivering. Then he subconsciously tightened his clothes, but he couldn't help speeding up his feet.But God seemed to be against him on purpose. Not long after, there was heavy snow in the sky. Wang Yang sighed in his heart. Thinking of his deserted small rental house, he couldn't help frowning, and secretly thought about buying a heater. It should be warmer when I go back, maybe, maybe, I should, I can find a girlfriend.

Thinking of this, Wang Lin couldn't help but wryly smiled, timid, indifferent, not smart, selfish, afraid of death, who would want to stay with him for the rest of his life?

Growing up in an orphanage, he doesn't remember who his biological parents were, nor why they abandoned his three-year-old self.He didn't know that he had a congenital heart disease until he fainted suddenly while playing. Later, he thought that this was probably the reason for being abandoned.

Since then, every time the dean's mother looked at him, she could not help but sigh, and her eyes were full of pity.In fact, he really wanted to tell her that he didn't care about all of this, but he didn't want to lose this only concern.

However, maybe he was born with a cold personality. Anyway, over the years, he has never missed them at all, let alone dreamed that one day they would come back to pick him up.When the dean's mother told him that they were dead when he was ten years old, he just sneered and didn't ask too much.When he turned 16, he left the orphanage and started working.

This year, he is 21 years old. He works in a computer company during the day and works as a waiter in a bar in the city at night. One-tenth is given to the orphanage, plus the rent, water and electricity bills, in fact, there is very little left for him to use.Fortunately, the place where he lives is not too far from the bar, so he walks to and from get off work every day. Although the money saved is not much, he always believes that the accumulation of little money will make a lot of money. One day, he will have a home of his own. Even if it's just a small single room of twenty square meters.

Seeing that the snow was getting bigger and bigger, Wang Lin suddenly stopped and raised his head, letting the soft and cold snowflakes fall on his face.The pain that had accompanied him for more than ten years hit again, but he was powerless because he forgot to bring the medicine when he went out in a hurry in the morning, and he knew better than anyone what would happen next.

A smile slowly formed on the corner of his mouth, maybe it's not bad to go like this...

I don't have to go back to that cold rental house anymore, the money pot next to the bed is almost full, this month's utility bills have also been paid, and I called the dean's mother yesterday...

It seems that there is really no nostalgia, but why is my heart so empty, there is a trace of unwillingness...

"Snowflakes, a little miss, but I have no one to miss."

The snowflakes flying all over the sky, and the space between the sky and the earth was pure white. This was the last thing Wang Lin saw in this world.

21 years, whether it is long or short, passed in the blink of an eye, but it was Wang Lin's 21 years and Wang Lin's life.

Living in the 21st century, Wang Lin never thought that time travel would happen to him, so when he woke up again and found that he was a baby, he just thought that he must have forgotten to drink Mengmeng while passing the Naihe Bridge. It's just soup.

The soreness in his body made him unwilling to move too much, he was held in someone's arms in a daze, and voices came from beside his ears.

"My lord, look at how beautiful this child is. He will be a beautiful person when he grows up."

It was the voice of a middle-aged man, but no one answered him.

After a while, the voice sounded again, "Master, are you sure you don't want this child? He was born in October of your pregnancy."

This time, someone quickly answered him, "No, he shouldn't have been born in the first place, find a remote place and throw it away."

The cold voice was devoid of emotion, and the flat tone seemed to be just a cat or a dog, which had nothing to do with him.

Even so, Wang Lin could tell that he was not very old, and then he frowned slightly. He didn't care how cold the man's tone was, or that he was about to abandon him, anyway, he had already been abandoned Once, he got used to it too.What he really cared about was that the person who spoke was also a man! ! !In other words, the person who gave birth to him, the person who should be called mother, was actually a man! ! !

What those two people said later, he no longer wanted to listen.

In his previous life, he hardly had any friends, so he usually read novels in his spare time at work. He probably guessed a little bit about the content of the conversation between the two in the room, which made him unacceptable. The world seems to have no women.

He finally understood.

It turned out that it wasn't that he forgot to drink Mengpo soup, he just wore it out in a bloody way.

It's just that he is not curious about what kind of world this is, and naturally he doesn't care, and he doesn't want to understand and participate in it.Although he is still not sure yet, he can be very sure about hugging and being hugged. He doesn't want to participate in any of them, so it has been an hour since he was born, and he has been very well-behaved, neither crying nor fussing nor opening his eyes. Eye.

He quietly waited for abandonment, for death.

His indifference made the middle-aged man who was holding him so anxious that he coaxed and patted him, almost falling to the ground.

"Oh, why don't you cry? Could there be something wrong?"

Sure enough, the person on the bed immediately interrupted impatiently, "If you throw it on the ground, maybe he will cry."

No matter how good-tempered Wang Lin was, he was a little speechless at this moment. After all, he was connected by flesh and blood. After all, how much he hated his own birth made him so disgusted.Although Wang Lin was angry in his heart, he still didn't cry or fuss on his face, even when his finger was pinched by the middle-aged man, he still didn't say a word.

"I'm going to rest. I don't want to see him again after I wake up tomorrow morning." After speaking, the man turned his head inward.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't hug him, nor did he look at him.Blood is thicker than water and a loving mother's heart, Wang Lin smiled and even raised the corners of his mouth slightly, but his heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

The middle-aged man frowned and wanted to say something, but in the end it turned into a heavy sigh.Then, Wang Lin was carried out of the house by him, and then got into a carriage. As for where he went, he didn't know.

The middle-aged man's voice kept lingering in his ears. It was nothing more than the difficulties and last resorts of that man. He also said that the man was kind in nature and loved him deeply.After Wang Lin heard this, he silently cut a voice in his heart. It's not that his quality is not high, it's just that he can't agree with it.However, he also knew that the person was Yan Xuehan. As the name suggests, he didn't bring any warmth. He also knew a lot about Yan Xuehan and the father who had never shown his face. Apart from being ridiculous, he couldn't think of other words to describe the bloody relationship between the two. And the intricate history of love-hate entanglements.

The carriage was speeding all the way, and the small body could resist the hunger and sleepiness, opened its small mouth and yawned a little, then fell into a deep sleep.