MTL - My Youth Began With Him

Later, she looked at the window with her head turned sideways, and her complex look was a long time. She slowly began to talk. "What can and can't be love? Some things have already happened, they can't be recovered, and they can't change the situation today."

The deep melancholy that Zhu Lingling heard in the tone of Huo Mian, really a bit of a distress for her as a friend.

"Small sleep, let's go to high school for a while, you and Qin Chu can walk together, let me believe that there are really fairy tales in this world, both of you are so good, but why is it going to this day? It’s really a pity. In fact, I don’t want to be angry when I say a word. I always think that Ning Zhiyuan is not worthy of you. You know that you were in our school that year...?”

Zhu Lingling’s words did not speak, and Huo Mian interrupted her words...

"Ling Ling, don't say it anymore, the past is over. No matter what kind of thoughts I have about Qin Chu, it is absolutely impossible to be together. You know, how big the attack on me was seven years ago, I have already Is it worse than this? Is it true that I was the one who died?"

Having said that, Huo Mian’s voice is a little choked...

Zhu Lingling also knows that it is because of that incident, so that Huo Mian converges on his own radiance and is willing to be an ordinary person who is inactive, but... that is not her fault.

Zhu Lingling put her hand on the shoulder of Huo Mian and comforted. "Small sleep, you listen to me, you also said that things have been going on for so long, you should not blame yourself again. In these years, you are also making up for this price. Isn't it? I think that you can count that thing as Qin Chu's head. You know that he has been abroad for many years, and he feels that he does not know about his feelings for you."

"What about that? He always belongs to the Qin family. What do their family members do? Can he push it all?" Huo Mian asked with a red eye.

"Small sleep...?" Zhu Lingling still wants to say something.

I saw that Huo Mian raised his arm and interrupted. "Ling Ling, don't say anything. You are my best friend. I know what you say is good for me, but... I can't feel the same in my experience. So let me decide this thing."

"Well, I just hope that no matter how you decide, don't grieve yourself. Over the years, I have seen you have worked too hard. I really hope that... you are still the next two thousand and eighty-eight, don't put anyone. Hum sleep in the eyes."

After listening to it, it’s just a bitter smile and not talking...

I was tempted to have a pig's trotter, but because of this heavy topic of Qin Chu, Huo Mian became unappetizing.

Just ate a small mouth and left in a hurry...

On the way back, she was still hesitant to make a phone call to Ning Zhiyuan. After all, this is a mistake.

She picked up the phone and just wanted to dial, and she saw the phone ringing.

Caller ID is the number of the younger brother...

She immediately picked it up, "Zhi Xin."

"Sister, you come to the hospital soon, my mother fainted." At the end of the phone, Jing Zhixin's tone was extremely mixed.

"What? Mom fainted, how come? In which hospital? I am going to pass."

"The fourth people's hospital near our home, 7th floor, 709 ward."

"Okay, I will be there soon."

Hanging up the phone, Huo Mian looked anxious. "Master, let's adjust our head, the Fourth People's Hospital."

After twenty minutes

Huo Mian hurried up the stairs and pushed the ward door open.

I saw my mother lying on the hospital bed, looking at the sputum, inserted the oxygen tube, and did not wake up.

A big boy who looks like a ninety-nine, a black Nike sport, a slightly longer hair, looks more handsome.

And he is the younger brother of Huo Mian’s half-brother, Jing Zhixin.

"Sister, you are here."

"Zhi Xin, what the **** is going on, are you not at school? How come to the hospital?"