Never Meeting Again In Our Next Life

Ke Mei walked to the wall, put one hand on the switch button, and asked Xia Lin again: "Are you sure, you must watch it?"

Xia Lin's face turned pale, but he was very stubborn: "You must see it, I have the right to know what happened in the last life."

All right. "Ke Mei turned off the light with a bang, and in the darkness, opened the folder of video data.

In front of Xia Lin appeared the figure of Song Yan who was of equal height—that was the Song Yan familiar to Xia Lin in the previous life. He was wearing a neat suit, his hair was combed meticulously, and his beard was clean-shaven, but it couldn't conceal his haggard and thin face.

In the night wind hunting, he climbed up to the roof of the building, stepped over the half-height railing, and glanced down.

Xia Lin has been following his point of view, just glanced at it like this, and his slight fear of heights immediately made him dizzy.

"Song Yan, don't..." He stretched out his hand to pull Song Yan back, and when the words came out, he realized that this was just an image from the previous life, and Song Yan couldn't hear his voice at all.

I saw Song Yan standing for a while leaning on the railing, then raised his wrist and looked at his watch, wondering what he was waiting for.

"Xia Lin, will you come?" He muttered to himself, "Today is your first seven, you will definitely come back, right?"

Xia Lin stared blankly at Song Yan in the image, tears filled his eyes instantly, thinking of the purpose of Song Yan's move and what he might do next, Xia Lin opened his mouth slightly, but couldn't make a sound out of fear, a His heart was so tight that he couldn't help trembling.

The pointer on the watch slowly moved to midnight.

The long wait was finally over. Song Yan raised his head and looked ahead, and his eyes fell on the far shore. He stretched out his arms and groped, "Xia Lin, are you here to pick me up? Can you... say something to me ?”

Xia Lin covered her mouth, tears poured down instantly.

Song Yan couldn't wait for the voice he wanted to hear, his face looked a little lonely, and he muttered to himself: "Xia Lin must still be angry, that's why she doesn't want to talk to me."

His back gradually moved away from the railing, and he tried to take a small half step forward, his open arms gradually gathered into a hugging posture: "Xia Lin, I can't see

"You, can you... hug me? You hold me, take me to your place, okay..."

Before he finished speaking, one foot was already in the air, and then he fell down.

"Song Yan—!" Xia Lin yelled out!

Song Yan and Song Huaijin finally reached an agreement, and then he was helped by Du Lanze back to the wheelchair.

Du Lanze, who was talking too much, became abnormally quiet at this moment, and asked Song Yan if he needed to be sent back.

Song Yan waved his hand, declined the other party's kindness, and controlled the wheelchair out of the lounge by himself.

After breathing in the fresh air outside, he let out a weak breath, as if he had fulfilled a great wish, and he would have no regrets in this life.

At this time, Xia Lin called him.

Where are you? "Xia Lin's voice sounded a bit wrong.

Song Yan adjusted his mood, pretending to be relaxed and said: "Xia Lin, are you in a hurry? I have already dealt with it here, and I will go to the box to find you right away."

Xia Lin didn't say a word for a while, but leaked a suppressed and unstable breath.

Song Yan heard something was wrong, and asked, "Xia Lin, what's wrong with you?"

Song Yan," Xia Lin took a breath and asked in a trembling voice, "In your last life, what exactly were you.How did you die? "

Song Yan's hand controlling the wheelchair paused, and even the wheelchair stopped slowly.

"Xia Lin, why did you suddenly ask this?" He paused, "Didn't I tell you before..."

"Song Yan, I want to hear the truth."

Song Yan frowned, and the hand holding the phone gradually turned white, but he still forced himself to say: "Did someone tell you something? Is it Ke Mei? Don't believe him, he was just joking with you... "

"Ke Mei showed me the video data of the previous life. Do you want to tell me that those videos are also fake? You jumped from the top of the 24th floor and lay on the ground covered in blood. Is that also fake? ?”

Song Yan's heart fluttered, and then he suddenly became furious: "Why did Ke Mei show you those bloody things? Is he sick?"

"I want to see it myself," Xia Lin said, "Song Yan, if he hadn't told me, would you have planned to keep it from me for the rest of your life?"

Song Yan couldn't refute, ever since he knew that he and Xia Lin were no longer destined, he never thought about letting Xia Lin know about this past, until the extremely suppressed crying came from the other end of the phone, Song Yan was at a loss: "Xia Lin, you Don't cry, where are you now, I'll go find you right away, don't cry..."

As soon as he turned the corner in the wheelchair, he unexpectedly bumped into Xia Lin standing behind the corner, who had already been weeping.

He suddenly remembered that Xia Lin cried very sadly when he wanted to die several times in his previous life, and it was these tears that dragged him back from the brink of death.

Later Xia Lin died of illness, he was completely intact and had nothing to worry about, all he wanted was to go with Xia Lin.He thought that no one would cry for him this time, but he didn't expect that Xia Lin would be the only one who would cry heartbroken for him in the end after reliving his life and going through ups and downs.

At this moment Song Yan really wanted to go forward to comfort Xia Lin, wanted to hug him, kiss him, and whisper in his ear.

But in fact, he could only sit motionless in the wheelchair, looking at Xia Lin with tears in his eyes, unable to do anything.

After crying for a while, Xia Lin wiped away the tears, walked slowly in front of Song Yan, knelt down on one knee and looked up at him: "Song Yan, does it hurt you? Does it hurt to fall from such a high place?" ?”

Song Yan tried his best to suppress his turbulent emotions at the moment, and shook his head: "It doesn't hurt, really."

Xia Lin choked up and lowered his head, just like the quiet and docile appearance when he was in love with him in the previous life, leaning his forehead on his knee, he said in a muffled voice: "Why are you so stupid."

Song Yan lightly stroked Xia Lin's hair: "It is said that foolish people are blessed with foolishness, so why don't I meet you again? God treats me kindly after all."

Xia Lin suddenly remembered something, grabbed Song Yan's hand and said: "Song Yan, promise me, this time, no matter whether my disease can be cured or not, you will not do stupid things again."

Song Yan was stunned for a moment, and didn't answer him directly, but smiled slightly, with a gentle but firm expression: "Don't say anything depressing, your illness will definitely be cured, it will be possible."