three thousand darlings

Wang Qianqian held her chopsticks and stared blankly at the void, her absent-minded appearance aroused Lin Shuzhen's curiosity.

"Qianqian, why don't you eat it." She took a piece of meat and put it in her bowl.

"Ah..." Wang Qianqian came back to her senses, picked up the meat and took a bite, and looked at her hesitantly, "Mom, what did Zi Qiao's comrade-in-arms say to you?"

"I didn't say anything, I just chatted casually." With a concerned face, "What's the matter."

"No, it's nothing." Avoiding her eyes, put down the bowl, and twitched the corners of his mouth, "I'm full."

Shut in the room, fell powerlessly on the bed.She was an orphan since she was a child, and it was Ziqiao who gave her warmth and a home.To her, Lin Ziqiao is no longer a simple fiancé, but a person who depends on blessings and misfortunes, will never leave, and will be together for a lifetime.Now all of this has been broken by Gu Chongchong, the truth is always the cruelest, like a bolt from the blue, a blow to the head, all persistence turned into endless resentment at that moment.

She didn't dare to let Lin Shuzhen know that Ziqiao's bad news had almost crushed her, and she couldn't imagine adding this incident.Wang Qianqian shivered. She was always a strong mother, with a clear distinction between love and hate. If she knew the truth, then Gu Chongchong would definitely...

Lin Shuzhen was washing the dishes while thinking there. When Qianqian came back, her eyes were red and swollen, her face was haggard, and she was so distraught that someone bullied her.And a suit that doesn't quite fit, what happened?Ziqiao is gone, she can't let her be wronged.

"Qianqian."

Wang Qianqian was startled, and the gap in the door gradually widened, revealing Lin Shuzhen's concerned face.

"mom."

"What's the matter, is someone bullying you?" Lin Shuzhen sat on the bed with her.

"It's nothing, Mom, why would you think that way." Feeling uneasy, she sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed the sheet.

"I'm not a rigid person either. Now that Ziqiao is gone, there's no need for you to waste any time." Lin Shuzhen said earnestly, holding her hand.Qianqian is a good girl, she is 26 years old and women can't afford to wait, Ziqiao also doesn't have this blessing.

Wang Qianqian raised her head with tears in her eyes, choked up and said, "You want to drive me away?" Did she know about that, but Gu Chongchong never came today.

Lin Shuzhen held her in her arms, took a deep breath, suppressed the moisture in her eyes and laughed, "Silly boy, this is your natal home. Since you called me mom, I will be your mom all my life!"

Wang Qianqian wrapped her arms around her waist, weeping silently, and said to her silently over and over in her heart, I'm sorry.

The bright fluorescent lamps illuminated the room without any bright colors, and the strong smell of disinfectant added a bit of solemnity and heaviness to the room.

The pure white world is so oppressive that people can't breathe. There is a man in a suit and leather shoes standing in the shadow of the window, with his back to the door. His back is straight, hard and fragile.Under the movement of the fingers, the slender cigarette seemed to have life, the calm and cold lips, and the black eyes were dark.

His eyes were fixed on the window, but his mind couldn't help being pulled back to 20 years ago. Thinning hair, old and haggard face, vague breath, breathing with difficulty under the oxygen mask, and the beeping electrocardiogram beating slowly.

Looking at it from a distance through the transparent glass window, he now knows the fragility and strength of life.During those busy and depressing days, I fell in love with SD dolls, with exquisite faces, miniature bodies, and all kinds of gorgeous clothes. If there is no life, there will be no death, and no one will abandon anyone; no feelings There will be no sadness, even if it is abandoned, there will be no resentment; a puppet without a soul will always look like a smile when it is placed in various movements.

However, no matter how exquisite a puppet is, it is just a dead thing after all. Without the chip of the soul, it will not respond to you no matter how much emotion you put on it.Every time after wiping the puppet, a huge emptiness would sweep over him. Fame, money, and status had all been obtained by him. He had a happy marriage and a well-behaved son that everyone envied.He didn't know what was missing in his life, his feelings were like the thin air on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, with almost no mood swings.

His father left too hastily, even though he was prepared in his heart, he would still feel a little sad when that moment came.After the funeral, I devoted myself to the company's construction and intense study, and time dilutes everything.

Sighing softly, leaning against the window, her eyes fell on Gu Chongchong.

Luxurious double bed, the white quilt almost drowned him, black hair fell on the pillow, black and white, pale face, slightly red and swollen, closed eyes, bloodless lips due to excessive blood loss, pale And cracked.One hand was dripping, and the other hand was bandaged and pressed against the quilt.

He lifted the quilt, put his hands in it, and tucked the corner of the quilt for him.Staring at his face as pale as paper, the faint red mark on the face suddenly appeared, his eyes darkened, and he rubbed his face, feeling extremely depressed.This child doesn't say anything, prefers to carry it by himself, and won't seek shelter from others when he is injured, it's really disgusting and disgusting.

The memory of ten years ago is so blurred that he can hardly find his familiar face. The only impression left is that he and his father wept deeply close to each other, exuding a thick warmth, and his pale and cracked lips squirmed vaguely. The clear syllable is "Han...Han...Han...Cheng...Chengchu."

Han Chengchu, the beginning of inheritance and continuation.

He can hardly remember the name of that child, a small ball, curled up in a small quilt, quiet, with small red lips, he can't say whether he likes it or loathes it, but gradually he will slowly see each other when he doesn't see him. began to forget.He also met once when he got married. He was wearing a small black suit and stood beside Uncle Sun in a gentle manner. His lips were red and his teeth were white, like a cute porcelain doll. His face was slightly shy and flushed, and his smile was so charming. Incredible.

But it just passed by in a flash, and he didn't have the heart to care about him, because he also came here like this.

In the blink of an eye, ten years have passed, and the little child grew up in a place he didn't know, and all the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys have nothing to do with him.Changing a name is like changing a different life, obliterating the past completely, Gu Chongchong and Han Chengchu softly chanted these two names.The appearance of him when he was a child gradually overlapped with his current appearance to form a person, a strange and familiar person, and some of them were replaced by others.

His eyes drooped slightly, and the sadness and loss in his eyes were suppressed.

Gu Chongchong's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he opened his black and white eyes, and a blur of white came into view.After blinking, he smelled the unfamiliar smell of disinfection, and remembered that he was brought to the hospital by Han Qilu, and moved his fingers. For some reason, his arm, which he could lift easily and effortlessly, was now lifted again. Like a thousand catties, his hands were bound, and a needle was still in the other hand.

As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw Han Qilu standing beside him with a solemn face, those who didn't know thought he was terminally ill. "You..." As soon as he opened his mouth, his throat was hot and painful, and his hoarseness was unbearable.

Seeing this, Han Qilu poured a glass of water and brought it to his mouth.

Pressing the edge of the cup and swallowing gulply, the overflowing water wet the quilt along the corners of his lips.The water moistened the thirsty throat and revitalized it.

"Why are you here?" As soon as the words came out, Gu Chongchong wanted to drop his tongue, how could he ask such an idiotic question.

Han Qilu took a sip of what he drank just now, obviously it was an ambiguous gesture, but the target was a person who didn't understand the style.Facing his pure eyes, he threw the cup on the table. "No explanation."

"Ah..." Gu Chongchong opened his mouth, not wanting him to blame Wang Qianqian, after all, he owed them "I fell by myself."

Looking at his sincere eyes, staring at him eagerly, she sneered in her heart, that woman is so important.The tooth marks on his arm were also bitten by himself, do you really think he is stupid?Reaching out to pinch his chin, he said gloomily, "You don't want me to know that woman."

Guilty aside, he was afraid that they would find trouble with them.

Han Qilu took a deep look at him, held the doorknob in his hand, and paused for a while, "Everyone has a bottom line." If you are really entangled with her, then break your wings and imprison you in the around.

Gu Chongchong tilted his head and looked at the closed door, feeling a little puzzled.Of course he knows that people have a bottom line, but what does it have to do with him, he can't help but sigh in his heart that the society is really complicated, and the army is better.

At this moment, Han Qilu entered the door carrying a packing box.

When Gu Chongchong smelled the scent, he stared at him pitifully, like a puppy begging for food, almost shaking his head and tail. "Daddy."

With a flattering and sweet voice, his whole body trembled, and the movements of his hands couldn't help but stop, Han Qilu's eyes fell on him, holding a spoon, sitting by the bed, and started eating by himself.

Gu Chongchong was taken aback, isn't this for him to eat, woo...he is so hungry. "Daddy."

Han Qilu remained unmoved.

"Daddy."

See but don't hear and don't hear.

"Daddy."

……

"Daddy."

……

"Han Qilu, get out of here." Gu Chongchong was angry. Is this my real father? This is my stepfather, okay? Even Gu Yiming wouldn't treat him like this.He will only let him eat and drink enough, slowly enslave him, and feel cold all over. If he knows about this, he will definitely die very rhythmically.

Han Qilu saw that the baby was angry, like a little beast with claws and claws, whimpering and threatening those who would be unfavorable to him.He scooped up a spoonful of porridge and handed it to his mouth. When he opened his mouth, he stuffed it into his own mouth, eating with relish.

Gu Chongchong was dumbfounded, this person was simply playing with him, trembling with anger, his hand hurt, blood flowed back into the bottle.

Han Qilu pressed the pager very calmly, comforting him, "Just donate blood as a voluntary donation." It's better than wasting it.

Gu Chongchong wants to cry but has no tears, can such blood be used?