Zhao Ting didn't play a song, she just drove quietly towards the top of the mountain in the distance. I turned my head and peeked at her side face. Her snow-white chin and calm expression were exactly like her usual aloof appearance.

There was no words all the way. Zhao Ting drove the car to the top of the mountain. She got out of the car gracefully and looked up at the sea of ​​​​stars above her head. Following her eyes, the stars connected together, and the sky above her head seemed to have opened a window, bright and bright.

The nebula seemed like a vast ocean, appearing in front of Zhao Ting and me.

I have long heard that the night sky above the Arctic Circle is free from the distractions of the world and is exceptionally quiet and transparent. When I saw it today, it was indeed a wonder in the world.

Zhao Ting raised her handcuffed arm, as if she wanted to pluck the stars from the sky. But although they were close in front of her eyes, they were so far away. They seemed within reach, but they could never be touched.

After a long time, Zhao Ting slowly put down her hand. She took out a very small Kongming Lantern from the car, lit it and sent it to the distant sea of ​​stars. The Kongming Lantern was only the size of a cylinder, and there seemed to be a letter inside.

Zhao Ting looked at the Kongming Lantern flying away and away. The expression on her face was first of hope, then of despair, as if she was the only one left in the whole world.

I tentatively grabbed her hand, wanting to free her from this fatal loneliness. I wanted to tell her that she was not alone, and that I was always by her side.

Zhao Ting did not refuse, she just stared at the paper lanterns flying into the sky in trance.

"Mengfeng, do you think the stars in the sky are unborn children?" Zhao Ting asked.

She said something like this out of the blue. I was so scared that I didn't even dare to reply.

I hesitated, "Maybe, maybe..."

Zhao Ting looked directly into my eyes, which meant that she wanted me to say what I wanted to say without having to think about it.

"Sister, there are many, many children in this world who have no chance to meet their parents due to various reasons. As the famous saying goes, life must go on while people are alive. Learning to let go is a free and easy life." Zhao Ting asked me to speak directly.

I vomited a series of spiritual arsenic without passing through my brain.

But after saying these words, I regretted it. If Zhao Ting could really let go, how could she be so paranoid? I think the little letter in the Kongming lantern is Zhao Ting's memory of our unborn child.

Sure enough, Zhao Ting's face turned cold, she flicked the back of her hand, and slapped the side of my face with a cold slap. Then, I heard a heart-rending roar, "But I can't let go. Why can't I have my own child?"

Why?"

I shivered with fright. I lowered my eyes and didn't dare to look at her. I knew Zhao Ting needed to vent. When people are in trouble, they always hold it back and something will definitely go wrong. As long as they vent it out, everything will be fine.

I still held her hand, just begging her to release all the grievances in her heart. I took a few deep breaths, and suddenly I felt warm liquid sliding across the corners of my lips. When Zhao Ting hit me just now, the handcuffs

Hit my nose.

At this time, the nosebleeds were flowing down the corners of the lips, giving people a tragic feeling. But at this moment, a wisp of fragrant wind came over. When he looked up, he saw that it was the handkerchief handed over by Zhao Ting.

I took it with trembling hands, but did not use it to stop the nosebleed.

"Feng, am I too cruel to you?" Zhao Ting asked.

I put the handkerchief into my arms and said, "No. Sister Ting is always the best person to me."

Zhao Ting's eyes were sparkling, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes, but they never came out. "I want to play a piece of music for my 'Meng Ting'." (Meng Ting is my and Zhao Ting's unborn child.)

After saying that, she took out her violin in the car, stood on the top of the mountain, and played melodious music again. This time she played a piece I had never heard before. The melody was cheerful and soft, without a trace of sadness.

Looking at Zhao Ting playing solo under the sea of ​​stars, I felt guilty. I silently opened the handcuffs on her wrists and silently watched her intoxicated expression while playing the piano.

After finishing the song, Zhao Ting put down her violin, looked at the starry sky above her head, and shouted, "Mengting, my child. Let's be mother and son again in the next life."

Seeing her like this, my nose felt sore and my tears began to flow unsatisfactorily. But I didn't want Zhao Ting to see her sadness, so I could only hide the tears secretly in my heart.

That night, Zhao Ting and I watched the stars for a long time. For a long, long time, until the stars gradually disappeared, the two of us were still reluctant to leave. Like telling a story, she told every moment of her pregnancy during the past four months.

Minutes per second.

It was as if a clock had passed. Subtle changes day by day. Communication with the "fetus" soul again and again. Zhao Ting's serious narration, every detail has her unique experience. I listened silently beside her. I deserved it.

Knowing that after I left, she felt dejected and lonely, I had the urge to beat myself to death.

Such irresponsibility. I am simply worse than a beast. Zhao Ting, let alone kicking off a few of my toes, even kicking off my dick is not too much.

In the early morning of the next day, Zhao Ting took me back to "Xiangu Castle." Zhao Ting lay on the deck chair, and I lay on the ground at her feet like a kitten. I slept deeply and hazy.

I felt a woman hugging me from behind. It was so warm and fulfilling.

I turned over and hugged her...

I woke up again. It was already noon the next day. When I opened my eyes tiredly, the first thing I did was to find someone. Yesterday, I opened the handcuffs between me and Zhao Ting. I wonder if she slipped away again while I was asleep.

My sixth sense is sometimes not very accurate, but sometimes it is extremely accurate. I looked around, and sure enough, Zhao Ting was nowhere to be seen.

I jumped up from the ground like a ghost. The surroundings were quiet except for the floor-standing crib swinging around in the room.

I walked forward. There was only a crystal violin in the crib. There was a letter next to it. I opened it and read it hastily. Juanxiu's handwriting was none other than Zhao Ting's.

"Dear Feng, please allow me to call you this. In the past few years that we have known each other, we have been together less and apart more often, but we are always concerned about you. Thank you for giving me the courage to be myself for once.

I also want to say something else. Through this period of getting along, I found that your feelings for me have changed. Or maybe I have changed. We may never be the innocent siblings we once were. But I will pray.

God, bless you with a safe life. Although there is no result between you and me, it does not prevent me from loving you all my life.

I can feel that the person you are thinking about right now is not me. The heart of 'Yu Wei' is still alive after transplantation. Go find her. I don't want you to have any regrets in your life."

I carefully wrapped the credit handkerchief. It is undeniable that Sister Ting ran away again. She left a brief letter and ran away. Lost and lonely. Without Zhao Ting, why should I stay here?

Finally, I touched the exquisite crib and walked decisively out of the door. Concubine Lin passed by without turning her head, and she walked out of the "Fairy Aunt's Castle" without looking back. I hope that Zhao Ting can start her life again after leaving me.

"What are your plans now?" Lan Zhi asked in the shadow.

I sighed, "I don't know. Where can homeless people go?"

Lanzhi jumped out from my shadow, "Actually, when Zhao Ting left, her eyes were full of nostalgia. She was actually reluctant to leave you. But now that she has lost her child, she is too sensitive and cannot accept the fact that there is someone in your heart. I

You can find her by following the scent, and if you continue to exert your stalking spirit, you will definitely be able to bring Zhao Ting back."

Ji Ying and Concubine Lin also came over. Looking at their earnest eyes, I already guessed what they wanted to say. I waved my hands and looked back at the ancient Fairy Castle. This may be the last time I come here.

Even though there are many good memories here, without Zhao Ting, Xiangu Castle would be just an empty city.

"I understand her. She really doesn't want to see me this time. Let her calm down and time will bring her back to me."

After saying that, I left this paradise without looking back.

…

After more than ten hours of flying, I returned to Bingcheng again. I went to see "Wang Kun." (The human organ donation coordinator who took away Yuwei's heart.) However, he has his professionalism and is willing to treat the recipients.

He won't reveal a single word about his personal affairs. Even if I torture him severely, this guy is still unyielding.

Helpless, I started searching in major hospitals in Bingcheng. On the day Yuwei died, I listed people who had undergone organ transplants as my targets. What I didn’t expect was that there were more than 30 people undergoing surgery that day.

People. After receiving organ transplants, some of them went to the mainland. Some simply disappeared into the vast sea of ​​people.

In the next few months, I searched as much as possible. I almost traveled all over the three northeastern provinces. But I had no clue of their whereabouts, and the outcome was predictable.

Autumn turned to winter, and after many twists and turns, I came to the Western restaurant of "Wei Zong" in Bingcheng. Zhao Ting was right. There are indeed many people living in my heart. But there is always a voice deep in my heart, constantly speaking to

I summon.

"Yu Wei is still alive. Still alive..."

In my subconscious, it is not reliable that a heart transplant can preserve memories. If Yuwei's heart really cares about me, how could she not come back to me? But even so, the transplanted "heart" is still

She is the only trace left by Yuwei in this world. As her slave and her lover, I should find her.

At night, I was sitting alone in the corner of a western restaurant, listening to singers singing nostalgic songs. My eyes felt sore, but there were no tears.

"Time is gone and can never be returned, the past can only be recalled..." (singing a cappella by a restaurant singer)

Maybe I am a nostalgic person by nature. I will try my best to repay those who are kind to me. I will bite off the soul of those who have grudges against me.

I ordered a glass of "Bacardi rum," but didn't drink it. I just kept listening to the intoxicating singing.

At this moment, I saw "Lan Feng" wearing a short cheongsam. She was sitting near the singer. I thought I had drank too much in the past two days and was hallucinating. When people are empty, they always want to see her.

People close to you.

It wasn't until Lan Feng walked up to me holding a glass of champagne that I knew she really existed.
Chapter completed!