Ling Song's eyes finally fell back on Wen Yuanchu's face.
There was timid anger hidden in those watery eyes, which was almost pleading.
He was waiting for an answer he wanted to hear but was afraid to hear.
He saw the sadness in Wen Yuanchu's expression, and he hesitated to speak.
Ling Song's eyes sank bit by bit, gradually blurred by tears.
Wen Yuanchu looked at him, and finally said in a hoarse voice: "Ling Song..."
"Speak,... are you?"
"Sorry, I lied to you."
"You are Wenche."
"yes."
Wen Yuanchu only saw Ling Song's wide-open eyes full of astonishment, with tears streaming down his face.
Ling Song's lips fluttered, but he could no longer utter a sound, his body kept shaking, and his flushed face was covered with hot tears.
It was as if someone had strangled her neck, almost suffocating.
"Ling Song, don't do this." Wen Yuanchu trembled.
He reached out and tried to touch Ling Song's face again.
Ling Song reacted greatly and dodged backwards, stumbled and fell from the chair to the carpet.
Wen Yuanchu's eyes shrank fiercely, and he stepped forward to help him, but Ling Song waved his hand away forcefully.
Ling Song subconsciously hid back, choked up and begged: "Don't come, I'm afraid, don't come, I beg you, I'm afraid."
Wen Yuanchu withdrew his hand, not daring to move again.
He knelt down on the ground, fixedly looked at Ling Song with his red eyes, and said shyly, "Ling Song, I didn't ask someone to give you the poisoned wine. I never thought of harming you, never."
"It's true that I like you, I've always liked you."
"Whether it's Wen Che or Wen Yuanchu, I like you both."
But Ling Song seemed to be dead, only the same few words were repeated in his mouth.
"I'm afraid, don't come here, I'm afraid..."
Ling Song was afraid of him, and Wen Yuanchu had always known it.
But hearing Ling Song say it with his own ears, the heart-piercing pain was still unbearable, and the bloody taste kept surging in his mouth and throat.
He didn't know how to explain it so that Ling Song wouldn't resist him so much. He had screwed up this matter, and it had been completely screwed up since Ling Song asked him.
"Ling Song,... I promise I won't lie to you again. Let me tell you everything I know, okay? Don't be afraid, I won't touch you, I'll just talk to you like this."
Whether Ling Song wanted to listen or not, Wen Yuanchu took a deep breath and spoke in as calm a tone as possible.
"I didn't ask someone to give you the poisoned wine. It was those clan princes. They wanted to rebel, and they wanted to use my hands to get rid of you and then deal with me. Your master Taoist Xing colluded with them. He stole In the name of rescue, you mobilized the soldiers and horses of the Beijing North Camp."
"You think that the troop talisman in your hand is not as good as a word from me, but it's not. I have never restricted the power in your hand. The soldiers and horses of the Northern Battalion approached the city, and the city was in chaos. They used this to hold me back."
"When I finish the matter and go to the palace to see you,...you have already drank that glass of poisoned wine."
Wen Yuanchu slid his throat up and down with difficulty. If the person in front of him was not Ling Song, he would never and would never recall that scene again.
Many scenes at that time have become blurred, only the appearance of Ling Song bleeding from seven orifices in the hall, his eyes closed and lifeless, has repeatedly appeared in his nightmares these years, and has repeatedly entangled him.
Not remembering doesn't mean forgetting.
Every time I wake up from a nightmare, the next nightmare will become a little clearer.
If it wasn't for the fact that there was a living Ling Song in front of him, he wouldn't have known how to survive the past ten years.
Ling Song lowered his head, huddled in the corner of the wall, still sobbing softly.
Wen Yuanchu resisted the urge to go forward to hug him, and continued in a hoarse voice: "Xingqing Palace is not as watertight as you imagined. That time you were drunk and cried and told me that those portraits I arranged for you I have been monitoring you, making you feel scared and uncomfortable, so I withdrew some people, and because of this, I gave those people with ulterior motives a chance."
"It's all my fault, I didn't protect you well."
"I drove Ma Taifu away from you because he was too pedantic, and the rigid ways of being a king he taught were not applicable in that chaotic era and would only lead you astray, but I I'm stupid, I don't know how to explain to you, I just do what I think is right and make you misunderstand."
"You are sad and hate me because of Mr. Ma's affairs. I don't dare to touch people around you at will, I'm afraid I will make you more unhappy. Your master, I suspected that he had evil intentions early on, but there is no conclusive evidence. Keep holding back and not move him, but in the end it will hurt you."
"I used to call you an incompetent waste, but I'm actually the most incompetent one. What I thought I did, turned out to have the worst consequences."
"Ling Song, I have done many wrong things, but I never thought of harming you. I like you and have always liked you. How could I harm you?"
"In the first ten years of my life, you have forgotten everything about the past. I am not willing to be so completely forgotten by you. I know that person is you but I don't want to admit that he is you. That's why I said those angry words. attitude towards you. After your memory came back, I was so happy that I almost went crazy, but soon I found that I didn’t dare to let you know that I was the person you hated the most in your previous life. I’m afraid that if you know it, you will never If you ignore me, you will hide away, I am a coward, and I am a coward."
"Ling Song, I'm sorry."
Wen Yuanchu finished speaking intermittently, but Ling Song kept his head down and did not make a sound.
He may believe that what Wen Yuanchu said is true, but he instinctively feels afraid, even afraid.
In his dazed mind, he completely lost the ability to think. Wen Yuanchu's voice was blocked out and became indistinct, and he couldn't give any response.
In the quiet room, there was only the slight sound of the hands of the wall clock moving.
After a long silence, Wen Yuanchu went to the bathroom to get a hot towel and handed it to Ling Song.
He lowered his voice even more, as if he was afraid of scaring him again: "It's very late, you go to sleep, these are the things of the past, don't think about it anymore. Don't be afraid, the past things will not happen again, I will I promise you."
"If you don't want to see me now, I won't appear in front of you. You can think about it slowly, and when you figure it out, I can tell you what else you want to know. From now on, I won't Lie to you again."
Wen Yuanchu got up and left.
When the sound of his footsteps faded away, Ling Song seemed to wake up from a dream, climbed back to the bed and wrapped himself in the quilt without leaving a single gap.
It seemed that in this way, he could avoid the fears that kept popping up in his heart, so that he would no longer be trembling with fear.
The low-grade fever that was about to subside quickly rose again.
Wen Yuanchu walked out of Ling's house and stood alone in the cool night for a long time.
Ling Song's teary eyes repeatedly appeared in front of his eyes, and he couldn't get rid of them.
In the first year and six days after he came back, he knew, he cried, and he said he was afraid.
What can I do to make him stop being afraid
sorry.
Ling Song fell into a coma until the next morning, when his mother knocked on the door to wake him up.
So I took injections, took medicine, and slept in bed all day.
In those lingering dreams, he saw many people, and finally Wen Che.
Those cold and indifferent eyes gradually became sad.
That person also became Wen Yuanchu.
Before five o'clock in the morning on Monday, Ling Song woke up again, and the heat on his body had subsided.
He raised his hand and pressed it on his forehead, recalling the past in a trance, thinking that he had another nightmare.
Until he picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table, clicked on it and saw the WeChat message sent by Wen Yuanchu last night.
Wen Yuanchu: I heard from Chaochao that you have a fever again, take medicine and rest well, don’t be sad and entangled anymore, you don’t want to see me, I promise not to appear in front of you, I asked the school for leave, and I won’t go this week School.
Wen Yuanchu: Ling Song, you need to get well soon.
Ling Songmu stared blankly at those few lines.
The last sentence was also written on the note that Wen Yuanchu left him a few days ago.
This person has never said anything particularly beautiful, but even such simple words of comfort, he has never said to himself in his previous life.
Ling Song got out of bed and walked to the window, opened the curtain a little and looked out.
The curtains in the opposite room were closed, and the lights were not turned on.
It was still raining outside, and it was gray.
Ling Song moved his eyelashes blankly, and closed the curtains again.
Before ten past seven, Ling Song arrived at school on time.
When he was going out, his mother specifically asked him if he wanted to take another day off, Ling Song subconsciously looked at the villa next door, froze for a second and said no.
As expected, Wen Yuanchu did not come.
Until the morning meeting and morning reading were over, and the bell for the first class rang, the desk beside Ling Song was still empty.
The first class on Monday morning was English, Ling Song was absent-minded and couldn't concentrate.
During class break, Wang Zide inquired about the news that Wen Yuanchu did take a week off.
His competition preliminary results came out.
Unexpectedly, he failed the exam and only got three provinces. The physics test is very good, the score is close to the full mark, and I will take the retest next weekend.
So Wen Yuanchu simply asked the school for leave, saying that he would concentrate on preparing for the rematch this week. The school had great expectations of him, and there was nothing to be wasted in a week, so Ma Guosheng specially approved him as a leave of absence.
Wang Zide, Zhang Yang, and the others were still talking about it, and they were all very curious. Why did Wen Yuanchu fail in the math test this time
Ling Song slumped down on the desk, not participating in their conversation.
Only he knew that Wen Yuanchu handed in the paper half an hour earlier that day, so it would be no surprise that he passed the exam.
But even so, he also entered the provincial third, which is far beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Wen Yuanchu said that he would not appear in front of his eyes, so he really did not appear in front of his eyes.
Ling Song breathed a sigh of relief, but felt an inexplicable sense of loss in his heart.
Their monthly exam results are also coming out one after another.
Wen Yuanchu was the first in the grade again, but Ling Song failed the exam this time.
His grades in all subjects were downgraded from the end of last semester, and his overall ranking in the grade had dropped by more than a hundred.
This result was not beyond his expectation. He had been ill for the past few days, coupled with wandering thoughts, it was normal for him to fail the exam. Teacher Ma took care of his body first, and Ling Song thanked him and said that there was nothing wrong with him.
Ma Guosheng nodded: "It's good to be fine, but this monthly exam, you still have a big setback. You are sick these days, so I won't say anything. I have to work hard to catch up. Now I am in the third year of high school. Can't relax."
Ling Song lowered his head and whispered, "I see."
Ma Guosheng turned out his Chinese paper again, and turned directly to the last composition.
After hesitating for three, I reminded him: "This article is really well written. Several marking teachers said that you are very good at ancient prose, but this content is a bit too negative and cynical. I wrote this during the college entrance examination. If you can’t get good results for this kind of thing, try not to write it in the examination room in the future. Also, you have to adjust your mentality. The homework in the third year of high school is heavy, and the study pressure is heavy. You have to learn to relax your emotions and don’t have negative thoughts. If you are in a bad mood, follow up Parents, teachers and classmates communicate, there is no obstacle in this world that cannot be overcome.”
Hearing this, Ling Song, who had been in a low mood, rarely wanted to laugh.
Is Teacher Ma worried that he can't think about it
It is estimated that the marking teachers were also quite embarrassed, and in the end the composition gave him a score that could not be higher or lower.
He said: "I'm fine, Mr. Ma, I just wrote this composition for fun, and I won't write it again next time."
Ma Guosheng was relieved, patted him on the shoulder, and encouraged him: "You are very smart, work harder, and you will have the opportunity to make further progress in the third year of high school. If you don't understand, I will ask you at the same table for advice. It is rare that Wen Yuanchu is willing." Teach you, you have to seize the opportunity."
Hearing Wen Yuanchu's name, Ling Song was stunned for a moment, and said, "...OK."
In the afternoon, when he came home from school, he ran into Ms. Wen at the door. Ms. Wen took the initiative to greet him and asked about his health.
After saying a few words, Ling Song asked hesitantly, "Auntie, Wen Yuanchu asked for leave, won't he go to class?"
Mother Wen said with a smile: "Yes, he will participate in the rematch next week. He signed up for a training class and is far away from home. He just lived outside for a week. This is the first time I saw him treat his studies so well." As for Shangxin, he said before that he wanted to be recommended. He thought it was just a random talk. It seems that he has made up his mind to be recommended. Speaking of it, I actually want him to take the college entrance examination, and I also want to experience it for the college entrance examination. How does it feel to send a student to the exam?"
Mother Wen laughed while talking: "But it doesn't matter. When the time comes to Ling Song for your college entrance examination, I will go with your mother to send you the exam. It's the same."
Ling Song felt uncomfortable. He knew that Wen Yuanchu deliberately went outside to report to class in order to avoid him.
The more Wen Yuanchu gave in to him in this way, the more aggrieved he felt that he couldn't get up and down.
what is this
Wen Yuanchu asked him to figure it out, but he couldn't figure it out.
He is indeed selfish, he only wants Wen Yuanchu.
But as long as he thought that Wen Yuanchu was Wen Che, he would feel timid and afraid.
He didn't know whether to believe what Wen Yuanchu said that day.
The indifferent Wen Che and the gentle and tolerant Wen Yuanchu... which one is the real him