It was already approaching dusk, and the Jing'an Cemetery, where thousands of resting beings were buried, was exceptionally peaceful.
On the side of the quiet path, Leng Xinran is so quietly arranging the flowers and plants on the side.
The weather is already a bit hot now, she is just like this in black clothes and black pants, her silent and thin appearance makes her look very thin, the soft sunset slowly shines on her body, at that moment she looks a little bit Trance nothingness.
It is said that she has guarded this Jing'an cemetery for many years, and has taken good care of it so that the dead souls in this piece of pure land can rest in peace.
Leng Xinran stayed up all night last night, and during the day he also replaced someone's shift, so he has been busy until now. He looks tired, but he is still in good spirits.
After spring, the flowers and trees here began to grow wildly, so their work began to be busy. The Jing'an Cemetery is very large, almost one of the largest cemeteries in the city, where thousands of lives are buried, taking up most of the mountain.
After tidying up the last pot of flowers, Leng Xinran took the towel beside him and wiped his hands. He straightened his waist and glanced unexpectedly, and saw the gentle man standing under the stairs——
Lan Xiu.
She frowned and walked over directly.
"You shouldn't be here."
Leng Xinran's thin body passed by, and a faint voice came to Lan Xiu's ears.
Lan Xiu also picked up his pace and followed.
"Otherwise, where do you think I should go?"
Lan Xiu asked back.
Leng Xinran paused, turned his gaze, and glanced at him, "You can call me."
Even her father didn't want to come to this place, and every time he went back, he would say that she was too yin.
"I don't believe that."
Having been in contact with her for so long, he has roughly understood what she meant.
Hearing this, Leng Xin lowered his eyes, didn't say much, and continued walking down the stairs.
"Here, each tombstone represents a story, and they occasionally tell these stories. Although you don't experience it personally, there are many places where you can always taste different feelings."
Leng Xinran turned his head and scanned the tombstone in front of him. After a long time, he felt a little emotional again, "I have stayed here for many years, and I feel a little reluctant to leave soon."
Apart from her, the Leng family has no children. Her father has been in poor health for a while, and she probably won't be able to stay here for long. Sooner or later, she will return to the Leng family.
"Isn't it good to keep some things in your heart?"
Lan Xiu thought for a while, and then replied.
At this time, Leng Xinran had recovered his usual indifference, and did not continue this topic, "Did you come from the hospital?"
Lan Xiu nodded, his eyes were serious, he looked at Leng Xinran firmly, and said, "President Leng's inspection report came out, and it was confirmed to be uremia. The hospital has arranged a time for dialysis..."
He listened coldly, but his movements paused for a moment, a gleam of dimness flashed across his star pupils, which was fleeting, and he didn't say anything in the end, but continued to walk down with his steps.
After washing her hands and changing into her usual casual clothes, she got into the car coldly. Lan Xiu, who was in the driver's seat, silently watched her buckle up her seat belt, and then started the car unhurriedly.
"Go to the hospital first. If you are not very hungry, I will treat you to dinner tonight."
After the car drove for a long distance, Leng Xinran suddenly said in a low voice, while speaking, his eyes were still lingering on the street scene outside.
"You have said that, if I refute it, it will appear that I have no grace."
Lan Xiu said this very calmly, and then speeded up the car a little bit. When he looked at her, he saw that although her face was expressionless, there was a little gloomy expression between her brows. After thinking about it, he said, " Don't worry too much, although President Leng is like this, the doctor said that there is no hope of cure."
Lan Xiu didn't know how to comfort the woman beside him.
"I know what kind of situation it is, and you don't have to comfort me."
Leng Xinran said these few words calmly, turned his head, and looked out of the window quietly, the sky outside had become silent, and there was only a faint golden light left in the sky.
When Leng Xinling died in her arms, her tears were shed and she became numb.
At that time, didn't the doctor also say that it could be cured
Didn't the doctor also say that bone marrow transplantation is possible
But then what? In the end, she still couldn't keep it. Sometimes, she thought, she still wanted to believe in her fate, otherwise, why would the people with her be cursed, and accidents happened one after another
When they arrived at the hospital, it was already dark. After Leng Xinran got out of the car silently, he walked directly to the hospital. Her father Leng Mingyi's ward was on the 17th floor.
She also took the elevator up directly, and Lan Xiu silently accompanied her behind her.
The corridor of the hospital was very empty, and the rhythmic footsteps echoed in the long corridor, and Lan Xiu, who was following behind, could always hear such forbearable heaviness.
'Boom—'
Outside the ward, Leng Xinran gently knocked on the door, and then opened the door, but before she could react, she felt a cold wind coming from the west, and a stinging pain across her face, Leng Xinran subconsciously closed Close the eyes, followed by a "bang bang" breaking sound, and it rang out.
"What are you doing here, broom star! You are the one who killed people who are not human and ghosts! You are so hard-fated, no one will end well with you, why don't you die! Why should someone who has an accident Not you! Why!"
Following the sound of ceramics breaking, there was a woman's heart-piercing cries and scolding.
Leng Xinran ignored the pain on his face, looked down at the shattered teacup beside him, then looked up into the ward—
On the hospital bed, Leng Mingyi hadn't woken up yet, and the woman standing by was Leng Mingyi's remarried woman, her stepmother, Ye Xiaolian, who used to be a little secretary by her father's side.
"Why didn't you blame yourself? Before you married my dad, the Leng family went smoothly. After you entered the door, the family fell apart."
Leng Xinran glanced at her lukewarmly, with a look of indifference, and strode in.
"Leng Xinran, how dare you talk to me like that! I'm your mother!"
"Are you worthy of mentioning my mother? Is a mistress who got to the top by despicable means qualified to be my mother? Are you kidding me?"
Leng Xinran had a look of disdain, and a sarcastic sneer from the corner of his mouth, stopped at Leng Mingyi's hospital bed, ignored Ye Xiaolian's attack, and directly pressed the call bell.