The charming girl who wears ancient times and wears the present

Chapter 65

Yan Chenglang's room is modern and minimalist.

The whole room is mainly in black, white and gray colors. The walls, floors, ceilings, furniture and lamps are all mainly in simple shapes. The lines are smooth and simple, and the color contrast is eye-catching, not exaggerated. A bright, refreshing.

The modern-style white curtains thickly cover the strong sunlight outside, and three or four creative and simple cloth-covered personalized chandeliers on the ceiling exude neither strong nor weak light.

Gu Mingda saw that Yan Chenglang's face was as black as ink, so he felt that this letter was very important.She moved her footsteps quietly, this is her brother's secret, she shouldn't stand here curiously, let her brother be in a dilemma, whether to take it apart or not.Everyone has secrets in their hearts that they don't want others to know. This is human nature.She understands.

"Xiao Qi, sit here and read the letter with my brother." Yan Chenglang carefully stroked the yellowed envelope with his fingers, and said in a slightly bitter tone, "When you are by my brother's side, my brother will have the courage to read my mother's letter." Last word, otherwise..."

Gu Mingda feels sorry for Yan Chenglang.

She knew what it was like to lose her mother when she was young. In her previous life, when she was very young, her mother died of illness. Whenever she saw other sisters and sisters calling her mother concubine affectionately, she would be very envious.If the mother is still there, she will definitely not leave when she is less than 12 years old. The mother will definitely try to feed her every day and try her best to make her live for a few more years.

She also remembered that when she was a child, she used to listen to the children in the class singing that only mothers are good in the world, a child with a mother is like a treasure, and a child without a mother is a straw.How close is this description!

In this world, the greatest love is maternal love!
Like her, her elder brother lost her mother when she was young, but her elder brother is more pitiful than her. At least her father and elder brother have loved her for 12 years, and her elder brother lived alone before meeting his mother (Xia Yu). Losing their mother is equivalent to paralyzing a part of the world in their hearts for young children.

Moreover, in my brother's world, my mother is already the only one!
Gu Mingda stretched out her arms to hug Yan Chenglang, but she couldn't hug him tightly, her body after illness was limp like a puddle of paste.

"Brother, don't be afraid, Xiaoqi is always here." Gu Mingda murmured as he held his big hands with well-defined joints and long, neat fingers.

Yan Chenglang gently pushed away his younger sister's soft and white hands, covered Gu Mingda with a quilt, and sat on the side of the bed, "Well, Xiao Qi and brother should read the letter together."

That pair of slender, beautiful fingers trembled slightly, Yan Chenglang tore the envelope slowly, the fragile paper tore apart as soon as it was torn.

He took the letter out of the envelope and began to read it carefully.

Dear Xiao Lang:
See Xin'an!

When you read this letter, my mother is no longer alive!
I was very hesitant and conflicted. I didn’t know whether to write this letter to you, but I thought about it for a long time, and finally I wrote this letter. After I finished writing, I hid it in the bear’s heart. , thinking about not being discovered by you.

Do you remember, when you were 5 years old, your mother gave you a bear doll over 1 meter high, brown in color, with two eyes as big as black grapes, and you complained at that time, how can you give You buy bear dolls.Hey, this is where your mother is smart. I know Xiao Lang, you like Transformers, Ultraman dinosaur eggs, and puzzle games, but you don't like plush toys and the like.

Be sure to keep this bulky bear doll still on the side.

It's just that what mother didn't expect was that you complained about Xiao Lang, but you still put the bear doll beside the bed.

Seeing your little face filled with love for this bear doll, I really didn't know what to say at that time?

Xiao Lang, am I a good mother?

Always busy writing novels, going to the amusement park with you, the zoo has so little time to play, will you blame your mother?

Xiao Lang, you are the person I have most sorry for you in my life. I gave birth to you, but made you suffer from criticism from others.In fact, I always knew that it was just my mother pretending to be deaf in front of you. I know what words those people in the capital used to say about our mother and son.

Xiao Lang, I have always wanted to tell you that you are not an illegitimate child at all.

Your father and I got married in Switzerland and have a Swiss marriage certificate, so how could you be an extramarital son, but I gave birth to you in the capital.

It just so happened that your father never appeared in front of our mother and son, so he was misunderstood.Because your father is not around, I can't use strong language to explain that you are not an illegitimate child, so I can only swallow the pain silently.

I always wanted to explain to you, but I had to swallow the words.

At that time, I just thought that you were young and didn’t want you to know the complex feelings between adults. Until you were 5 years old, when someone pointed your nose and called you a bastard, I couldn’t express the pain in my heart with words. For the first time, your father's feelings have been questioned.

I tried to tell you the truth several times, but sometimes fate is cruel.

For a while, I was dizzy all the time, and every morning when I woke up, I found that my mouth was full of fishy smell, and as soon as I brushed my teeth, my nosebleeds flowed out.

Being sloppy and careless, I didn't take it seriously at all. I always thought that it was because I was tired of writing novels late at night that it caused my nosebleeds.

I want to write an amazing work, and I want everyone to turn their attention to my work instead of paying too much attention to my private life.

Although I am often praised by the media as a "genius female writer" and "famous female writer", I am an idiot in life.

God opens a door for you, and closes another door for you.

Just like your mother and me, you are often scolded by your father for having no common sense.

It's a pity that your father has been in that distant Switzerland all the time, so he can't take care of us at all!

So, the stupid mother who has no common sense has been procrastinating and not going to the hospital for an examination. It was not until I took you to Switzerland to visit your Aunt Julie that I realized, uh uh, I have leukemia and it is in an advanced stage.

Yes, don't rub your eyes, I have advanced leukemia.

There is no cure at all.

Julie said, if I am optimistic, I can live for 1 to 3 years, if I am not optimistic, I will die soon.

But I don't want to die so soon, I can't bear Xiao Lang, I can't bear Xiao Yuan, and I can't bear him!
Xiao Lang, my mother has never been sorry to anyone in her life, but only you.

The only regret is that "Spring Thunder" was not finished. At that time, many readers were looking forward to the ending, and some enthusiastic readers often discussed who would play the hero and heroine in the book?
Unfortunately, I failed to complete the above two things!

——Xia Yu's own handwriting

Yan Chenglang gradually couldn't continue reading.

The hand holding the yellowish letter paper was trembling.

The five flavors in my heart are complicated.

Yan Chenglang closed his eyes, and after a while, he opened his charming eyes, tightly holding another unfinished letter paper and slowly handed it to Gu Mingda, with a hoarse voice, "Xiaoqi, help brother Read it, will you?"

Gu Mingda's soft and slippery hand directly attached to Yan Chenglang's palm, and his small hands tightly held his four fingers. The skin on the fingertips was a bit rough. After careful inspection, he realized that it was a thin layer of skin. Thin cocoons.

The reports always read "Yan Chenglang, a young genius writer", "A talented young writer who has to be said", "Yan Chenglang, the youngest young writer on the list of writers," and so on.

There has never been an article written by a talented writer who relied on hard work.

What everyone doesn't know is that every time Yan Chenglang writes a new article, he must have conceived it and re-conceived it, and opened a new hole on the Internet when he wrote it.Although compared with some other writers who code 6000 words a day, he is a little less, but he has to code 6 to 8 hours a day, and he repeatedly revises and carefully scrutinizes, which is definitely a product of conscience.

(End of this chapter)