[Comprehensive] Aftermath of time travel

The moonlight was cold, and the faint silver light fell through the half-covered window, and slowly climbed onto the single bed that was not wide enough. The young man on the bed frowned, as if he was entangled in a nightmare, his pale crimson lips He also turned pale from being squeezed, and suddenly, his eyes opened completely, and after a short period of confusion, he gradually became clear.

"Ah."

There was no emotion in the short laughter. The boy on the bed sat up with one hand supported, and the other hand covered his cheek, but still exposed the slight curvature of the corners of his lips, with some inexplicable sarcasm.

"This is really..."

The young man's voice was particularly empty and eerie in the dark night, just like the cold wind penetrating through a thousand-year-old castle, which was cold enough to pierce bones and blood.

In the next second, the hand covering the cheek was taken down, revealing the smiling eyes of the young man, with an inexplicable warmth in the gentleness, and a little bit of sunlight that shines like fine fragments, it seems that just being looked at by these eyes can expel all cold and dark.

Throwing off the quilt, the young man got out of the bed barefoot, leaned against the window and looked at the night, his fair complexion revealed a sickly paleness in the moonlight, but strangely brought out some indescribable seductiveness. meaning.

He didn't say anything more, and kept that kind of smile on his face. The boy just focused on looking out of the window at an inexplicable point, until the sky was bright and the door was pushed open.

"Xiao Mo, why are you sitting by the window again?" The woman who entered the door spoke harsh words, but the worry on her brows was real, "Are you insomnia again?"

Lin Mo, that is, the boy who turned his head and smiled at the woman, said, "It's okay, Aunt Fang, I just sat for a while."

Helplessly shaking her head and sighing, the woman pulled a thin blanket to wrap around the boy, and the feeling of getting thinner in her hand made the woman worry heavily: "Xiao Mo, be obedient, don't sit by the window even if you can't sleep, will catch a cold."

He didn't refute or give any reason, the young man just smiled and nodded: "I see, Aunt Fang."

Looking at the young man in front of her, the woman couldn't hide the growing pain in her eyes, she could only turn her head so that the young man could not see her red eyes, suppressed her choked voice and kept trembling unbelievably: "Wait Xiao Mo will be fine in the future, will Auntie take you to travel around the world?"

"it is good."

A good word lightly, so firm, but both people in the room know that this is just a lie that both sides know, it is not good intentions, nor malicious, it is just a miracle they are looking forward to, a forever Lost hope for a miracle.

The farthest distance the teenager can walk is only the distance from the bed to the window.

A teenager can travel the farthest future, only until the summer when he is 17 years old.

No one knows what disease the boy got, but after an accident, the orphan who lost his parents fell asleep, and the woman was the only one who didn't give up on him. After ten years, the woman finally got a miracle, but before she had time to be surprised, she fell asleep. I got the bad news again. The young man was too weak to leave the room, and his body weakened rapidly for unknown reasons.

The woman has a lot of wealth, and she hired the best doctor to diagnose the boy in the best medical environment, but no one can diagnose the boy's disease, but all the doctors have confirmed one thing, the boy can only live until he is 17 years old at most summer day.

What a desperate diagnosis this is. After getting this result, the woman cried until she fainted on the spot. She desperately sought medical treatment everywhere, even remedies, but she still couldn't save the young man's weakening vitality.

And now, the boy is already seventeen, and Xia Tian will leave completely in less than a month.

"Xiao Mo." She stroked the young man in front of her with trembling hands. In fact, they were not related by blood. Mu's child.

At the age of five, he was in a coma for ten years due to an accident, but when he woke up, he could only spend his days as a bird in a cage, living in the countdown day by day, until the last second gradually approached.

But why can you still laugh?It seems that she has never seen Xiao Mo cry, even when she learned that she did not live long, the most intense emotion is only the dim eyes at the moment when she just woke up, and she has been smiling since then, which makes people feel warm, But it made her feel even more distressed.

"I'm sorry." She was incompetent and couldn't find a way to save him.

This thoughtless apology made the young man laugh even deeper. He shook his head, looked directly at the woman, his clear eyes were filled with only gratitude: "It's not Aunt Fang's fault."

Indeed, was it her fault?Not really.She is not related to him, but she has always taken care of him, and spent so much money and manpower with all her heart, the only thing he has for her is gratitude.

Seeing what the woman wanted to say, the boy spoke first, with a soft and warm voice: "Aunt Fang, can I go online?"

Seeing the boy like this, the woman swallowed the words she had already said, nodded and followed the boy's mind to change the subject: "After breakfast, do you want to read comics again?"

"Ah."

"You." Like a parent pampering the child, the woman gently tapped the boy's forehead, "Why do you like to watch those things? Girls obviously like to watch them."

Smiling, the young man didn't say anything, he just watched the woman leave the room and then his eyes fell on the sky far outside the window.

It's not that I like to watch those girls' manga, but I just feel that I must understand it.

Time passed little by little, and when the summer heat gradually faded away, the young man fell asleep forever as the result of the doctor's diagnosis, with the same faint smile, the heart-warming temperature seemed to be completely frozen by time, the same reality but separated by A layer of glass so far away that it can never be touched.