Chapter 30 I also think I am crazy, how can I like him
After Wang Yixun said this name.
Xing Yu didn't respond and continued to ponder silently.
Wang Yixun, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, felt that his inference was quite absurd.
"Old Xing, Xing Mo has been lying in a sanatorium in a vegetative state for years since that incident. He hasn't even woken up yet, so how could he do these things?"
Xing Yu: "This is also why I dare not draw a conclusion."
Wang Yixun suddenly had a bold guess: "Old Xing, have you visited him in the sanatorium in the past three years? Could it be that... Xing Mo has actually woken up a long time ago?"
Xing Yu's face suddenly showed a trace of gloom: "If he really wakes up, it will be interesting."
Wang Yixun felt terrified when he thought about it: "Old Xing, you'd better be careful during this period. Xing Mo is a lunatic. If he really wakes up, he might attack you again one day. By the way..."
"Should you tell your grandfather about this? If your grandfather takes action, perhaps the truth will soon come to light."
"Don't. He's old, don't let him worry about these things."
"Okay..."
…
It was half an hour later when Lin Yan finished buying food.
She walked into the hospital elevator carrying her lunch box.
The elevator door opened and she staggered for a moment, almost losing her balance.
The blood in my body rushed back to my head.
As if lacking oxygen, I couldn't lift any strength in my feet and could only stare blankly at the elegant middle-aged woman with her hair tied up outside the elevator.
Even though so many years have passed, and even though her memory after she was three years old has never contained her appearance.
But she had been holding the photo of the woman when she was young, looking at it over and over again since she was a child.
The image of the woman in the photo had long been deeply engraved in her mind.
Although the woman in front of her now has been eroded by time and traces of aging are crawling on her face, it does not affect her ability to recognize her at a glance.
Even she didn't expect it.
After so many years, she could recognize her biological mother, Zhou Jing, who abandoned her.
The moment the elevator door closed automatically, Zhou Jing quickly pressed the door open button.
The door opened and she stared at the girl in front of her, her brows gradually furrowed.
His eyes moved to the mole at the corner of the girl's eye, and a fleeting look of surprise flashed across her face.
Surprise, radicalism, doubt, and finally calmness...
This was the emotion Lin Yan saw in her eyes.
"Lin...Yan?" Zhou Jing was the first to speak.
I could actually recognize her.
Lin Yan took a deep breath and walked out of the elevator.
Using all my strength, I said, "Long time no see."
Facing the daughter she had once abandoned, Zhou Jing showed no trace of guilt, but her gaze was a little evasive.
"I didn't expect you to have grown so big."
"Twenty-five years." Lin Yan lowered her voice, with a hint of sarcasm: "How can you not grow up?"
Zhou Jing twitched the corners of her mouth, her tone of concern mixed with distant courtesy.
"How have you been these past few years? I heard from Zhou Gang that you've always had excellent grades, got into a prestigious university, and have a good job. As a mother, I'm really happy for you."
Lin Yan tightly grasped the lunch box and bag in her hand and gave her a cold smile.
"I also heard that you had a great second marriage. You have a rich husband, a sensible stepdaughter, and a prosperous life. As your biological daughter, I am happy for you."
"But I'm sorry, I don't mean it. I just can't be."
Zhou Jing lowered her head, took a deep breath, and looked at her again.
"Yan Yan, I apologize for what happened back then, but I have my reasons. If you really want to know, you can ask Zhou Gang. He knows the reason very well."
Even when asked to apologize, Zhou Jing was so indifferent.
Lin Yan suppressed the sadness in her heart.
"I don't think any reason is enough to justify you abandoning me. I can understand that you only took my brother with you to reduce the burden, and I also understand that I was still young and had no memories at that time, so you chose to leave me behind."
"But I don't understand why you haven't come to see me once in all these years. You knew I was at my uncle's house, but you never came to see me even once. Zhou Jing, is there any mother like you?"
Zhou Jing was silent for a long time before she breathed a sigh of relief and looked at her.
"Yan Yan, I have my own life now and I'm living a happy life. Since you hate me so much, then just pretend I'm not your mother anymore. Let's just stop bothering each other and continue living our own lives."
How could Lin Yan not hear that Zhou Jing was distancing herself from her?
At this moment, Lin Yan completely faced the reality.
Zhou Jing, I don’t love her at all.
In this world, there really are mothers who don’t love their children.
She looked at Zhou Jing calmly, without any expectation in her eyes: "Okay, let's not disturb each other."
As they passed each other, Zhou Jing's tone finally fluctuated: "Yan Yan, your brother really didn't come to see you?"
"No." It turned out that she was concerned about her missing son.
"If you have any news about him, please contact me. Your uncle should have given you my number."
Lin Yan pursed her lips but didn't respond.
She walked to the door of Xing Yu's ward in a daze, but did not go in.
I just hung the food on the door handle for him.
Then she went downstairs to the back garden of the hospital.
I found a stone bench and sat down slowly.
The sky was gloomy, just like her heart at the moment.
He lowered his head and stared blankly at his hands resting on his legs, and the suppressed emotions immediately burst out.
Tears fell silently and dripped into her palm.
The tears were like thorns, piercing through her palms and running freely through her body, causing her so much pain that she couldn't even utter a sound...
A white, slender hand holding a tissue caught her eye, but the wrist was wrapped in gauze, soaked with blood that had not yet dried.
Lin Yan looked up along her arm and saw a girl's face.
The girl was wearing a hospital gown, her hair was scattered on her shoulders, and her facial features were delicate and small, like a doll.
But his face was pale and he looked sick.
"Sister." The girl held the napkin in her hand in front of her eyes and said in a low voice: "Wipe it, don't cry..."
Lin Yan wiped away her tears and declined: "No, thank you."
The girl sat down beside her and looked ahead sadly.
He said to himself: "Are you sad? I am sad too..."
Lin Yan was not used to talking to strangers and prepared to get up and leave.
The girl's ethereal voice came again.
"Sister, I've attempted suicide several times, but Mom and Dad saved me every time... Why is it so hard to even die?"
Lin Yan looked at her deathly pale face, then looked at her wrist again, and seemed to understand something.
She advised lightly.
“‘The wind can blow up a piece of white paper, but it can’t blow away a butterfly, because the power of life lies in disobedience.’ I don’t know what you’ve been through, but I never thought that death would bring relief.”
The girl moved the corners of her mouth, her eyes extremely sad.
"Sister, I fell in love with someone I shouldn't have... Because of me, Mom and Dad quarreled every day... My brother also disappeared... I know he's avoiding me... That's why he refused to come home..."
She suddenly lowered her head, put her hands in her hair, closed her eyes and shook her head in pain.
"Yes... I also think I'm crazy. How can I like him... He is my brother... How can I fall in love with him..."
The girl suddenly stared at her, grabbed her arm out of control, and begged her while crying.
"Sister... Sister Lin Yan, brother must have come to see you, right? Tell him that I don't like him anymore. Can you ask him to come back?"
"You are his biological sister, he must have come to look for you!"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
