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The train whistle blew, and it disappeared into the depths amidst the noise of human voices. It rumbled, the rails vibrated, and it accelerated to the distance, carrying the two people away.

Lin Qingyang didn't realize what she had just done until she returned to Fitz Manor and sat on the soft sofa in her room.He frantically took out his mobile phone from his pocket and called the bodyguard who had been left behind by him.

Louis leaned lazily on the armrest of the sofa, lowered his eyelids to watch Lin Qingyang make a phone call, with a strong smile on his lips, as if something he had been praying for for a long time finally came true.

The phone was picked up immediately: "Master, where are you?"

Lin Qingyang actually heard the grievance of being suddenly abandoned from the emotionless voice in the black suit. He coughed and counted from the floor pattern on the left to the floor on the right: "I have already returned to the manor."

Black suit: "...huh?"

He hung up the phone and pretended to reflect on himself: "Oh, I shouldn't just leave him alone without saying hello."

Louis approached and bent down to look at him: "So how did the young master know that I was on the North Star?"

Lin Qingyang was taken aback, he didn't realize at all that it was a coincidence, a mysterious force prompted him to run forward until he grabbed the hand that Louis extended when he turned around.

"Just... just know." He stuttered lightly.

Louis continued to approach, his raised eyebrows looked good, the corners of his eyes raised, and he put a hand on Lin Qingyang's shoulder, preventing his young master from falling backwards.

"So," he called his little prince affectionately, "I want to listen to what Joe said in the car just now." He drew the end of the voice foully, and the satisfaction almost overflowed from his voice.

The young master was half leaning on the sofa, half leaning on his arm, with a little courage left in his heart, encouraging him to say that sentence again.

"I like you."

The butler squeezed into the single sofa where he was sitting, with his arms drooping, wrapping around the young master's waist, the corners of his lips almost touching his cheek, the other party had no way out, there was no way to avoid him, so he could only let Louis get close.

"I want to listen to it again." His voice was close to a whisper, mixed with a lot of hissing sounds.

Lin Qingyang couldn't stand it, she realized what she had done belatedly, the base of her ears gradually became light red, her courage was mostly consumed, and she got the upper hand because of embarrassment.

He pushed Louis, but didn't push. With the expectant look on his face, he stammered neatly: "I, I like..."

Louis whispered, "Who?"

Lin Qingyang held his breath, his voice seemed to be scratching deep in his cochlea, slightly itchy, he also leaned over, leaned on Lu Yi's shoulder and whispered: "You."

As soon as the words fell, he was pinched by a piece of soft flesh on the back of his neck, and he had to look up. The self in Louis's gray-green pupils was getting bigger and bigger, and the reflection was clear and obvious. They exchanged a formal, silent kiss. polite.

After a while, the young master lazily huddled in the corner of the sofa, thought for a while and said, "Suddenly I feel a little regretful."

Louis wiped his lips, his eyes seemed to move a little: "What?"

"It would have been nice if I had confessed to Louis earlier." He looked away, and the corners of his lips were reddened by Louis' actions. "I don't know why it's a bit of a loss."

"The time is just right."

Louis said: "The young master was admitted to the Imperial Institute of Technology, and he also knew his identity-well, it's just the right time, and it's not too early."

"What if I don't know it yet?" Lin Qingyang smiled curiously, "What is Louis going to do?"

"What else can I do? I have shown the young master all the methods I know," Louis said with his eyes bent, his complexion cold and pale, a typical appearance of a Rosaburger, and even his hair seems to be lighter than Lin's. One color lighter, "No more..."

He paused for a while, and said, "I can only recommend the pillow mat myself."

"Ah, what do you think of this idea, Master?"

"...not so good, I'm afraid I'll kick you down."

They chatted one after another, and when they talked about Philip, Lin Qingyang asked worriedly: "Philip seems quite open-minded...but what if he disagrees with us?"

No, Mr. Fitzgerald saw it all.

Louis didn't tell him the news directly, but kissed him lightly on the side of the cheek again, and stood up: "Then Joe wait, I'll go ahead and find out."

Lin Qingyang watched Louis go out. As soon as the door was closed, he turned around slowly, smashed his face into the pillow of the sofa, Gulu rolled back and forth a few times, and the hamster in his hair scratched the sawdust twice, and stopped. , and planed twice stupidly.

By the time he realized something was wrong, half an hour had passed, and Louis hadn't come back yet.

Lin Qingyang sat up and thought with some doubts, did Philip really lose his temper and beat Louis on the ground...?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt uneasy. The sound insulation of Fitz Manor Castle was very good, and he couldn't hear anything downstairs at all. Everything was empty, and no slight sound came up.So he got off the ground and put on his shoes. At this time, Louis turned the doorknob and opened the door. He stood at the door of the room, looking at Lin Qingyang.

Lin Qingyang took the initiative to walk over, and was hugged by Louis. The butler was very strong, and he was strangled a little, but it didn't get in the way: "What? Philip really disagrees? He pushed you to the ground and beat you up?"

"... Joe."

Mr. Wilfred's voice was completely different from just now. The wind from the corridor came from the half-opened window at the other end, disrupting the rest of his voice, and quietly drowning in it, with blank sadness .

"Wagner is in the hospital."

Outside the white ward, Lin Qingyang was lying on the small piece of transparent glass at the door, looking inside, the old man was lying on the bed, his eyes were closed tightly, and he was falling asleep, his expression was serene, as if he was doing something. It was a peaceful dream, but the people outside the ward were not peaceful at all. Philip crossed his hands and leaned on the armrests of the wheelchair, and he could only see a quarter of his profile.

He deliberately turned his face to the side so that Lin Qingyang would not see his positive expression.

Lin Qingyang got down from the glass and grabbed Louis's sleeve: "Wagner... what's wrong?"

He didn't expect that Philip didn't lie to him. At that time, he joked that the elders in the family only had three months to live... He didn't expect it to be true. The rest of the vitality was devoured.

Lin Qingyang's mind went blank, and he was led by Louis to sit down in the waiting area outside the ward.

Philip said that he wanted Lin Qingyang to spend more time with the old man at home, but in fact, it was Wagner who took the initiative to come to the castle of Fitz Manor. If he wanted to visit his elders in the town of Fitzjelle, he would always get news that the old man was out.

What, he went to play golf with his neighbors, he went on a trip with his friends, he...

In fact, they are all excuses.

Probably because I went out for treatment, I didn't want to be seen by him, and I didn't want him to worry, I just picked the time when I was in a good state to meet the child I missed.

Lin Qingyang said: "I said last week that I would come and see him."

"He was in poor condition at that time, and hid outside... Wagner, the old man, is so cute and beautiful. I don't want Joe to see him sick, but to see him full of vitality, so that he can live happily. "

"Even if one person dies, it is insignificant. The remaining people must continue to have a passion for life—that's what he said."

Wagner woke up at night and saw the young blue-eyed teenager sitting next to the hospital bed. His first reaction was to pull up the quilt and cover his face, and a muffled voice came out from under the quilt: "Hey... why did you let Joe come here."

Lin Qingyang also pulled his quilt sullenly: "Why don't you let me come over?"

"I don't look good now."

"Wagluden, I don't even look at how old you are, your face is full of wrinkles."

Lin Qingyang went to pull his quilt, but the old man was determined not to let go, and he couldn't help it. After a while, he sighed inaudibly: "So you've been living in the small town of Fitzjiele, where the air is good? The scenery Looks good? Suitable for rest?"

Wagner hummed sullenly.

"There's also a wheelchair... I said why Philip's legs are not good enough to sit in a wheelchair, and you have to sit with him." Lin Qingyang sat beside the hospital bed and said, "Don't you have the strength to walk?"

"I have no strength! When I was young, I was famous for my strength!" Wagner yelled through the quilt, but was slapped down by Lin Qingyang.

The old and the young were separated by the quilt, Lin Qingyang said: "You need to get better."

"Well, yes," Wagner said.

In fact, both of them knew very well that they had reached the final stage, and there was no treatment available, and continuing chemotherapy would only prolong the pain.

When Lin Qingyang attended his funeral, she was very calm.

Philip chose a well-lit cemetery for the previous head of the Fitzgerald family. It was quiet and undisturbed. Lin Qingyang was dressed in black and stood behind Philip. The Fitzgerald family came here one after another. People, some he has seen and some he has not seen, familiar or unfamiliar faces pass by in front of the tombstone like an assembly line, laying down commemorative bouquets.

When Philip was reading his speech, Louis lowered his head and saw Lin Qingyang staring into the distance in a daze.

"What are you thinking?" He asked softly.

He was thinking about a lot of things, but he was thinking about nothing.

"I've seen a lot of people go to God," he replied. "Well, my mother, my grandfather, and my adoptive parents are all close to me. Now there is one more Wagner. You said God will Treat them well?"

Louis responded affirmatively, and Philip, who was standing at the front, finished speaking and turned around to look at them.

"Will do."

Lin Qingyang said slowly: "I don't believe in God." Although he was often called by the old man's name, he really didn't believe in these things, but it was just a habit extended from his surroundings. "But if people can have a good time around him, I'm willing to ... keep calling him that."

Louie said, "Do you want to cry?"

Lin Qingyang shook his head and raised his head: "No, I don't want to. Wagner told me to stand here, not to make me shed tears."

Even if countless people around you leave, you must be full of enthusiasm, and live a good life.

作者有话要说：感谢在2019-12-1620:31:37~2019-12-1721:33:45期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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The following is the author of Xianyu casually read a few sentences, the little angels who just want to read the text can skip it.

There are not many plots left in this article, basically there is only a little left to deal with the villains and the daily life after that, and it can be over.

When writing this chapter, the author of Xianyu was also very calm. Someone in the family died of a serious illness not long ago. He was very calm before attending the funeral. Then he couldn’t help standing in front of the posthumous photos. When grandma cried for her son, my aunt cried for her Brother, I cry for my uncle.It seems like this goes on from generation to generation, and it seems that there is no revelation at all.Maybe this is life.

Ah, read a few words casually, little angels don't care.

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