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Chapter 484 Going Back to Los Angeles [Truth Chapter 12]
After disinfecting, he gently blew on her wound, and after drying the alcohol, he could put on a Band-Aid.

After the wound was wrapped, she flexed her fingers, hehe, it didn't hurt anymore.

Looking at him secretly, his complexion is not very good!

"Brother Aluo, I promise I won't take scissors again next time!" Sisi hoped that he would not be angry with her.

Does her promise work?
He has heard these words dozens of times!

He glared at her, "Do you still want to do it next time?"

"Hey hey!" She hugged his next door with a smile, licked her little face, and said cutely, "Brother A Luo, I'm hungry!"
Leng Yanxiu couldn't stand her acting coquettish and cute, so he got up and went to the kitchen to cook her a bowl of fried rice with eggs.

Leng Yanxiu has long been able to cook by himself, simple stir-frying, and when his mother is busy, he cooks and eats by himself.

Sisi sat at the dining table, gorging on the delicious fried rice with eggs, smiling at him while eating, and flatteringly said, "Brother Aluo, your fried rice with eggs is really the best in the world Egg Fried Rice!"

whispering sound--

No more sugar-coated shells!

Leng Yanxiu gave her a sideways look, eat your meal, little sycophant!

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The 13-year-old Leng Yanxiu is very thin and tall. His facial features are more handsome and profound when he was young. He is recognized as the most handsome boy with the best grades in his middle school.

There are many girls vying to make friends with him, but he never accepts anyone's friendship.

After school that day, Leng Yanxiu was waiting at the gate of the kindergarten. Two girls from the same school were standing across the road, watching him the whole time.

The two girls whispered for a while, and finally one of them mustered up the courage to cross the street to find him.

She handed him a very beautifully packaged book, and said with a shy expression, "Kang Luo, this is for you. Can we...can we be friends?"

The girl stood in front of him, looking at him blushing secretly, nervous and excited, waiting for his answer.

It's not surprising that Leng Yanxiu often receives various gifts, chocolates, pens, bookmarks... even breakfast, there are many things that he doesn't even know who signed them.

"No." Leng Yanxiu handed the book back without even frowning.

The girl suffered quite a blow, tears welled up in her eyes, she was about to cry holding the rejected gift.

At this time, Sisi came out of school after school, bouncing around, just in time to see Leng Yanxiu with a beautiful big sister.

She looked up at the red-eyed sister, and asked him inexplicably, Brother Aluo, why is she crying? "

Leng Yanxiu didn't answer, just took her little hand and said, "Go home."

On the way home, Sisi was as excited as a little sparrow, chirping non-stop, "Brother Aluo, shall we go to the playground this weekend?"

"it is good."

"I want to ride the merry-go-round and the Ferris wheel, can you sit with me?"

"it is good."

This is Leng Yanxiu who is indifferent and reticent in people's eyes. Not everyone can easily walk into his world.

In his world, there are two types of girls, one is Sisi; the other is strangers.

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As time passed by, Sisi and Aluo were growing up quietly.

From the primary class, to the middle class, and then to the large class, the six-year-old Sisi has grown a lot taller without knowing it, and has grown from a tender toddler to a young and cute loli.

She is now an older sister, because her mother gave birth to her a lovely younger brother, Gu Xiangyu, whose nickname is Xiaoyu.

This is an ordinary day. In Leng Yanxiu's room, Sisi gave Leng Yanxiu the best painting she ever drew, "Brother Aluo, this is me, and this is you!"

The young Leng Yanxiu's eyes were deeper than before. He silently took her painting and carefully looked at her immature and clumsy strokes.

There are two villains, one big and one small, drawn on it, holding hands. The girl with long hair and wearing a red skirt on the left is Sisi, and the tall boy in black clothes and pants on the right is Leng Yanxiu.

However, the boy who symbolized Leng Yanxiu had three horizontal lines on his forehead, which looked like wrinkles!
"Why did you draw this?" Leng Yanxiu asked her, pointing to the three horizontal bars.

"Because brother, you are older than me!" Sisi explained seriously.

old?
This is the first time I heard Sisi comment on him. He is nearly 10 years older than her. Could it be that he is already an "old man" in her mind?
"Erase it!" He threw the painting to her, very dissatisfied with "old".

"You can't erase it, you won't be Brother A Luo if you erase it!" Sisi didn't want to, but she painted it with great care!

Hearing what she said, Leng Yanxiu didn't force her to "remove the wrinkles", but silently put away the painting and put it in his book.

At this time, the doorbell rang outside the door, and it continued to ring.

Leng Yanxiu and Sisi poked their heads out from the door, and saw their mother go to open the door.

The door opened, and a group of men in black suits appeared outside the door, all of whom were unfamiliar faces.

The leading man among them said to Kang Rong, "Madam, Mr. Leng has passed away. Mr. Leng ordered us to take you and the young master home!"

Mom didn't know what she was thinking, she was stunned for a long time, the scissors in her hand fell to the ground, making a "crash" sound, echoing in the quiet space.

Sisi in her arms raised her little head and asked him in a low voice, "Brother Aluo, who are they?"

Leng Yanxiu couldn't answer her, he was in the same confusion as her, and he heard a few key words from those people, "passing away" and "going home".

"Passed", who died?Who is Mr. Leng?
"Go home", what home?

Later, they left without knowing what Kang Rong said to those people.

That night, Leng Yanxiu was standing outside the door of his mother's room when he heard the sound of sad crying.

From childhood to adulthood, in his memory, his mother was always optimistic, strong, and amiable.

This was the first time he heard his mother cry!

There was a vague premonition in his heart, as if something was changing, something invisible, intangible, and unpredictable.

He opened the door and walked in, standing in front of his mother, looking at her downcast face.

The mother looked up at him with tearful eyes, her eyes were filled with a complex feeling of pain and indescribable pain, as if she wanted to say a thousand words, but she couldn't say them.

"Ah Luo!" Mother hugged him, cried against his chest for a while, and said to him, "We are going back to Los Angeles..."

Los Angeles?

This is an extremely strange place name, the first time I heard my mother mention it.

He learned something from his mother. Because someone died, he and his mother needed to go back to Los Angeles to attend the funeral. Those people would come to pick them up tomorrow morning.

"Mom, when are we coming back?" Leng Yanxiu thought that he went to Los Angeles just to attend the funeral, and it shouldn't take a few days.
"Ah Luo, I'm sorry...Mom, I'm sorry for you..." Faced with her son's questioning about the return date, Kang Rong cried again.

After this trip, can they come back alive?
Will that person let her and Arlo go?
……

(End of this chapter)