Chapter 194: Sisterhood in the orphanage
Chapter 194 Sisterhood in the Orphanage
Xia Ling was shocked: "How did you know... No, how could I be Xia Ling?!"
Feng Kun still smiled, took a recording pen on the table, and pressed the switch. The rustling ambient sound and the soft music in the moonlight bar flowed out, mixed with a few clinking sounds of glasses, and a gentle male voice asked -
“Are you afraid of falling from such a high stage?”
“I’m afraid... I’m very scared, but... I can say goodbye to Zi Heng...”
Feng Kun gently turned off the recorder: "Do you want to listen to it again?"
Xia Ling looked at him as if she had seen a ghost: "What...did I say to you last night? And how can you record?" Oh my god, she didn't remember her habit of telling the truth after drinking. Last night Why are you so drunk? !
Fengkun, he...discovered it?
She stared at his face closely, trying to get some clues.
Feng Kun sighed, "I drank a little wine yesterday, and you said everything." He threw the recorder to her, "If you don't believe me, listen to it yourself, and remember to wash it off after listening. Don't let anyone discover such a big secret." By the way, don’t accept the wine that others offer you. You don’t have any common sense at all.”
Xia Ling subconsciously picked it up and reacted for a while, then suddenly realized a problem: "Don't pick up the drinks randomly... Did you deliberately get me drunk and then talk to me?!"
He looked at her and said, "Yes."
"Why?"
"I have suspected you for a long time. The first time I met you, I thought you looked too much like Xia Ling. From your temperament to the way you sing and the way you write, you are almost carved from the same mold. But this matter is too It’s so shocking that I have to hear it from your own mouth, so I have to find an opportunity to treat you to a drink and trick you into talking about it.”
She was so dizzy: "Wait a minute, could it be possible that you planned it when you asked me to go to the bar yesterday?"
"yes."
“In that wine…”
“I asked the bartender to increase the intensity and add some drugs,” he said calmly.
Xia Ling stared at him in disbelief. The depth of this man's thoughts was simply outrageous. "Feng Kun, you, you, you..." She said the word "you" several times in a row, and her mind was in chaos.
He stood up and made her a cup of tea: "To relieve the hangover."
She took it and took a big gulp to vent her anger, feeling much better.
He said: "Xiao Ling, I won't tell anyone about this, including Pei Ziheng, don't worry."
She felt calmer and nodded. Suddenly he thought of something and became nervous again: "Pei...did he see it?"
Feng Kun said that Pei Ziheng did not recognize her.
His words made her feel relieved and disappointed.
I still remember that year in front of the Sansheng Stone, in the drizzle, Pei Ziheng hugged her from behind, rubbed his ears and temples together, and made a vow for eternity. He said, Xiao Ling, in the next life, no matter where you are or what you look like, I will be able to find you in the vast sea of people and bring you back to me.
But now, he broke his promise.
Xia Ling lowered her head and drank the water from the teacup slowly, letting the mist cover her eyes.
Feng Kun said, "Xiao Ling, do you still love him? Even after he forced you to this point?" Xia Ling sat on the sofa opposite Feng Kun, bent her legs and curled up. "I don't know," she said, "Akun, I don't know... you don't know what happened that year, so maybe I will never be able to determine whether I love him or..." Or is it Stockholm Syndrome.
Perhaps Pei Ziheng succeeded in making her still miss him after enduring such painful torture.
But he failed again, and she would never go back. She was unwilling to let her life be controlled by this terrible mental illness, and she did not want to be his slave.
Is it love that has not been exhausted? Or is it Stockholm Syndrome?
She doesn't want to make a distinction anymore. No matter how many past events she has, she can only recall them and never go back.
“I’m with Li Lei now, it’s good,” she said.
Feng Kun was quiet for a moment and then said, "It's incredible that you would fall in love with someone else one day. At the beginning, you and Pei Ziheng were so good, they were the most inseparable couple in the world."
Xia Ling is a little bitter, who can say it isn't? No one can understand what Pei Ziheng means to her. To her, he is not only a lover, but also the only **** and supreme belief in her life.
It was he who saved her from the nightmare abyss.
The first memory in life is in the orphanage.
Xia Ling was still very young at that time, running in a very long corridor, the night was very late, the surroundings were dark and quiet, and the crisscrossing tree shadows were like countless monsters with teeth and claws, grinning and trying to devour her. She stumbled and cried, trying to find the adults and tell them that her sister Xia Yu's face was so frighteningly blue that she ran for a long time without meeting anyone. She was lost in the depths of the corridor and could not run away no matter what. Not coming out…
She still remembers the deep-seated fear and helplessness that formed her childhood before she was twelve years old.
At that time, Xia Ling was worried about Xia Yu's condition every day. The doctor said that Xia Yu suffered from severe congenital heart disease. Without systematic surgical treatment, she would not live long, but the sisters simply could not afford the high cost of surgery.
Xia Ling begged the orphanage. However, the orphanage was short of funds and could not raise the money at all.
The dean said to her in a kind and firm tone: "Xiao Ling, I understand your mood, but your sister's condition is very difficult to treat, and the money it will cost is beyond your imagination. Moreover, even if it costs a lot Money may not necessarily cure the disease. Xiao Ling, it is not easy to raise you in the hospital. Besides you, there are many other children to be raised. You have to think about the other children. If all the money is given to you, My sister is sick, what should the other children do?”
“I don’t care about the other children, I want to cure Xia Yu!” Xia Ling cried and fussed.
The dean said she was too ignorant and put her in a solitary room. She could not see Xia Yu for three days.
When she went out, she ran to Xia Yu's place before she could take a shower and change clothes. When she opened the door, she saw four or five older children laughing and dancing around Xia Yu, singing a self-composed song: "Ugly monster, short-lived ghost, ugly monster" , short-lived ghost..."
Xia Yu, her frail sister, was desperately curling up into a small ball, huddled in the corner, closing her eyes and covering her ears, trembling all over, her shoulders twitching, and crying.
Xia Ling felt her head buzzing and rushed forward to fight with the older children.
That battle was very tragic. When the teacher heard the news and came to pull them apart, everyone was covered in blood. She struggled angrily in the teacher's arms, roared, screamed, and continued to kick the body of an older child in front of her. The older child was frightened by her madness and fell to the ground, his eyes full of horror. .
Later, several adults restrained her.
Xia Yu staggered over dragging her weak body, sobbing and crying. She took out a handkerchief that had been stepped on and carefully wiped the blood and tears from Xia Ling's face.
They hugged each other and cried together.
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(End of this chapter)