unlimited healing

19-year-old Lin Yao looked at Su Lingran, at this devil who looked exactly like his elder brother but was extremely strange, with a pale face similar to Lin Ran's, his pupils shone in horror.

Compared with the ghost of his elder brother who was accidentally killed by himself and turned into a vegetative state to come to him, of course it is more acceptable for the devil to hear the darkness of his soul and be attracted.

"Even if your brother disappears forever."

Su Lingran smiled casually, and when he heard Lin Yao's ears, he suddenly woke up from the horror and confusion. He opened his eyes wide and subconsciously denied: "No! My wish, my wish is not this...my wish. desire……"

Compared to Lin Yao's eager shock and eagerness to defend but didn't know, Su Lingran was calm from the beginning to the end.

There is a little smile in the clear eyes, but it seems to be cool. I don't know whether to lower my eyes and smile gently in the next moment, or raise my eyes arrogantly, and throw them away casually.

In Lin Yao's line of sight, the demon with the face of his elder brother looked at him with dignified and gentle eyes, as if he saw through everything.

"It's okay, your wish, I know."

The demon approached him, and stretched out his hand to him, a gentle gesture, but it was undeniable.

Lin Yao obediently clasped his hands and stood up, following the devil's guidance to walk forward.

Translucent fingers turned over the photo album that was pressed on the table, and the fingers flicked casually.

On the album is a group photo of teenage Lin Yao, Lin Ran, and Lin Fucheng.

Lin Yao's pupils shrank suddenly, but he couldn't move.

The devil's finger pointed at the majestic and stern man in the photo album, as if the voice with a little smile was inducing, but he was so casual that it seemed that all the things that could not be desired in the world that tortured sentient beings were available at his fingertips.

"Your wish is your father. Although he has always been ruthless and you resent his hideous appearance, you still want to be approved by your father."

"However, letting the excellent and favored elder brother disappear is not the right way to fulfill your wish," the devil looked at him with a slight smile on his lips, "You have also found out, even if there is no Lin Ran, your father would not Love his only remaining son."

Lin Yao gritted his teeth, the pain the soul has suffered for a long time is enough to make people forget the fear when facing ghosts and gods.

The devil is like a priest in a monastery, merciful and selfless: "But it doesn't matter, because I will let you get what you want."

He walked up to Lin Yao, and slowly wiped off the lipstick on the boy's face with a tissue because of rebellion, futile resistance, and self-defeating.

The guard, resistance and fear in Lin Yao's eyes all disappeared, only fragility, pain and helplessness.

"any solution?"

The devil lowered his head and looked at him gently with his clear eyes: "What is he thinking, what does he like, why is Lin Ran favored over others, what kind of person is he, and how does he view you, as a father Why don't you love your own children, the hidden side of your father, want to know?"

"Want to know! I want to know!"

The demon raised the corners of his lips, handed him the tissue, and let him do it himself.

The mysterious and calm voice casually spoke hypnotic and irresistible words.

"When I was a child, I could gain temporary attention by crying and causing trouble to attract the attention of adults. But when I was in my teens and twenties, I couldn't. The love of a father is different from the love of a mother. A father's love is like fighting for a position, treating each other as opponents."

Lin Yao looked at him obediently and confusedly: "Become an opponent, then what?"

"First, know enough about your opponent."

Su Lingran looked into the mirror.

Lin Yao also followed him.

In the mirror in the dark room, the image of Lin Yao alone was blurred.

"You are similar to Lin Ran from some angles."

Lin Yao looked in the mirror, and the person in the mirror had sharp and gloomy eyebrows, and unconsciously eased the lines of the eyebrows, becoming calm and gentle.

The dark eyes gradually became clear and light.

Being strange is not like him, more like the demon who bewitched and manipulated him, more like Lin Ran.

Lin Yao subconsciously wanted to struggle to get out of this weird situation.

"Don't you want to know what your father was like when you were with Lin Ran in private?"

Lin Yao froze.

"I don't want to know, how does it feel when Dad treats you like Lin Ran? What does it feel like to be favored by Dad?"

The frozen limbs slowly relaxed, and all defenses were removed.

The clear eyes of the person in the mirror curved slightly, and he smiled slightly.

The closet was opened, and the slender fingers brushed it calmly, picking out a set of clothes that was rarely worn by the owner.

Not long after, the door opened silently and closed again.

……

The lights in Lin Fucheng's study were on almost day and night.

His appearance is cold and hard, as if he has unlimited energy, but the continuous work during this period has made him like ordinary people, and he can't help but close his eyes and take a nap for a while.

His wife was overly sad during this time, so she went back to her room early to rest under his compulsory order.

Otherwise, at this time before, she would open the door and come in, and serve them a warm supper while he and Lin Ran were discussing work.

In the quiet and lonely study room, the light was dim, and the door of the study room was pushed open silently.

The silver metal glowed with a cool tone, and it slowly moved towards Lin Fucheng.

"Who?"

Lin Fucheng opened his eyes, he was more sleepy than he imagined, as if his mind was not as clear as he imagined.

The warm red bean soup was placed on the table. Under the warm yellow light, the elegant and slender young man's side face was clear and gentle, like a clump of bright green bamboos. Hearing this, he raised his eyes to look at him, with clear eyebrows and eyes calm and peaceful. Do not move.

"Dad works so late again, it's not good for the heart. Red beans are good for the heart, drink a bowl and take a rest before continuing."

Lin Fucheng took it habitually, just like the past countless midnights.

The red beans are overcooked, the thickness and temperature are just right, it is the taste that I am used to drinking.

Lin Fucheng frowned habitually: "Is your mother still asleep?"

His wife is a young lady who is not good at cooking, but she is keen to cook supper for him, but every time she can't cook it well for various reasons.

Lin Fucheng was not picky about the food, and he would finish his meal in silence every time to thank him. After that, his stomach would be more or less uncomfortable, but he never said anything.

Once Lin Ran found out, but he didn't say anything, but later he would cook supper with his mother, and the red bean soup cooked by the mother and son would be delicious.

"I've already gone to bed." The young man looked at him, "Dad, go to sleep after drinking. There is always work to be done, and it's the same when you get up early tomorrow."

Lin Fucheng was still frowning, drinking the red bean soup in his hand very slowly.

"Is there any difficulty?" The young man stood not far from the desk and looked at him.

Lin Fucheng looked through the light.

Different from the gentle and calm temperament of the young man, the young man is not a person who loves to laugh. No matter when he looks at him, there is no lively smile that belongs to a young man in his clear eyebrows and eyes.

Like the water beside the bamboo forest stream, it never sees the sun, but it makes people feel warmer and more at ease than the sun, and makes people feel peaceful and redeemed.

Lin Fucheng didn't move or speak, and even his breathing seemed to be closed.

Like a lonely, cold rock in the dark.

He was tense, his whole body was like a string about to break: "Who are you?"

The young man stood there, and when he turned around, he opened the door and walked out. Hearing this, he seemed to be coaxing his father who was like a child, gently and indulgently: "Lin Ran."

Lin Fucheng remained motionless, breathing heavily as if he was carrying a mountain on his back, wanting to fall down like this, but also wanting to move forward raggedly.

But he finally trembled, and pressed the light on the lamp with his fingers.

The next moment, the entire study room was brightly lit.

The light was as bright as day, and the young people under the light did not disappear, just like the red bean soup on the table did not disappear.

Lin Fucheng stood with his body arched, his fingers resting on the mahogany desk, until his veins turned white.

Staring at the calm and gentle young man with wide eyes, it seemed like yearning and hatred, powerless and ruthless: "I can't even tell my own son. Lin Yao, why are you crazy?"

The red eye sockets are the same as the limp and trembling throat, only revealing the master's weakness in an instant, like an illusion, he will soon be invulnerable and invincible.

Only the young man in the study is always calm, his eyes are gentle and calm, only a little sad.

"Does Dad miss Lin Yao? Lin Yao passed away in a car accident. I am as sad as Dad. Dad needs to take care of his health. Lin Yao will feel at ease when he knows."

Lin Fucheng's eyes widened, and he looked at the son in the study in shock, the dressed and demeaned Lin Yao who seemed to be possessed by Lin Ran in a vegetable state.

Because of Lin Fucheng's shouting, other people in the house were also awakened, and came over one after another, just in time to hear Lin Yao's words.

There was a moment of shock.

"Lin Yao, what are you doing?"

Lin Yao turned his head gently, and looked at Lin Miao, who had an ugly face and clenched teeth, his eyes softened suddenly: "Second sister is back, did I wake you up?"

Sullen Lin Miao stayed there, looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar young man in front of him. The warmth in the young man's eyes when he looked at her was more like a brother looking at a spoiled sister than a brother looking at his sister.

On Lin Yao's face, there are eyes that only Lin Ran can have.

Everyone was silent, they stood there in a daze, looking at Lin Yao, and then at Lin Fucheng with a cold face.

"How is this going?"

With an indescribable cry, Mother Lin rushed over and hugged Lin Yao regardless. She didn't say anything, but let out a suppressed cry of indescribable sadness and joy, and hugged her son tightly.

Like this, you can travel across time and space and prevent the death that happened long ago.

Lin Yao hugged her naturally, like comforting a little girl, as if he knew her complicated and speechless mood.

"Mom, me too. I miss Ayao just like you. Let's go see him tomorrow. He likes to act like a baby. If we don't see him for so long, he will be angry."

The suppressed grief in Mother Lin's throat disappeared, and she just opened her eyes empty and wept.

Lin Yan covered his mouth, tears overflowed, and said softly: "A Yao, don't do this, Xiaoran has already had an accident, you can't..."

Lin Yao looked at her calmly: "Sister, I failed to protect Ah Yao well."

"Enough!" Lin Fucheng slapped the table, but he didn't want to ignore Lin Yao, who was almost identical to Lin Ran except for his face, "Go and call! Call the hospital!"

"Father!" Lin Yan yelled in disapproval.

"Call the doctor to see, why is he going crazy again!" Furious spoke weakly.

Lin Yao looked suspiciously at his father who turned his head away from him, at his second sister Lin Miao who was biting his lower lip with a complicated expression, and at the other people around him.

Then, the doubt in his eyes turned into gentleness and tolerance: "Then please ask the doctor to come over, and also check Dad's body by the way."