Don't make trouble, how can I like you

Fan Xingyun grabbed his hair in frustration, Ling Feng handed over a glass of water, Fan Xingyun caught it: "I still don't have the courage to tell him, I'm afraid he will collapse and do stupid things."

"Are you going to keep hiding it from him?"

"I..." Ling Feng stepped forward to hug him, "Let me tell you, he has the right to know..."

Fan Xingyun remained silent.

Lin Fan looked out the window and sat motionless. When he heard the knock on the door, Lin Fan moved his lips: "Come in."

Ling Feng came in with a bunch of flowers in his arms: "Xiao Fan, are you feeling better?"

Lin Fan didn't look back, nor did he speak.

Ling Feng sighed, and stood next to Lin Fan: "Xiao Fan, I want to tell you something, promise me, no matter what happens, don't do stupid things..."

"Apart from him, what else can make me do stupid things." Lin Fan smiled wryly.

"On the day you were in a car accident...the plane crashed on my cousin...no one survived." Ling Feng lowered his eyes.

Ling Feng's hands trembled, and he turned to grab Ling Feng's shoulders: "Your cousin...isn't Su Mingyu, right? Tell me it's not Su Mingyu."

Ling Feng grabbed Lin Fan: "Calm down. Today is his funeral..."

Lin Fan's tears fell like a broken thread: "Take... take me there, please."

"……Um"

The huge church was so quiet that it was chilling. Lin Fan entered the church with a cane and led by Ling Feng, not interested in admiring the scenery here.

In the lobby, there was a photo of Su Mingyu in the middle, and a row of people in black dresses stood beside him. Xing Yueyi kept crying in Su Zhentian's arms.

Lin Fan couldn't move a step, holding the crutch with trembling hands, Xing Yueyi looked at Lin Fan, pointed at Lin Fan with tears on her face, her voice was a little choked up: "What are you doing here, Xiaoyu was killed by you, the security guard , kick him out of me."

Several men in black wanted to grab Lin Fan, Ling Feng held Lin Fan in his arms: "Auntie, let him in!"

"Even you protect him, I will never let him approach Xiaoyu." Xing Yueyi looked at Lin Fan fiercely.

Lin Fan pushed Ling Feng away, walked up to Xing Yueyi on crutches, threw away the crutches, and knelt down: "Auntie, please let me see him."

"You..." Xing Yueyi was stunned.

Su Mingjie grabbed Xing Yueyi: "Mom, it's already at this time, let him go."

Xing Yueyi bit her lips tightly, Lin Fan's pale face had no trace of blood, and she forced a smile: "Thank you!"

Lin Fan supported his hands and crawled over, tears kept falling down.

Ling Feng turned his head away, couldn't bear to watch this scene, Su Zhentian's eyes glowed, he didn't know what he was thinking, the originally quiet church was even quieter, as if only Lin Fan was left.

Lin Fan gently stroked the face without a smile in the photo, a wry smile appeared on his pale lips, and his heart felt as if he was dying: "Why did you leave? Why did you leave me and leave? Didn't you say that you would not die?" Why are you so cruel now! Answer me! You said you would always be with me... Now that you’re leaving, why don’t you take me away with you, leave that damned face behind, and take these damned memories away before you die? ..." Lin Fan's voice suddenly became choked up...

Lin Fan's voice was the only one in the huge church, only him.

Lin Fan was leaning on crutches, Ling Feng wanted to help him, but was pushed away again and again.

Just like six years ago, the heavy rain kept hitting Lin Fan's body. The pain was even worse than six years ago. He just left, and the last thing he said to him was to wait for him...

Suddenly no raindrops hit him, he raised his head, and it was his attending doctor who told him the man whose time was not perfect: "Your injury hasn't healed yet, do you want to add a cold?"

"You're not in the hospital, why are you looking for me!"

"I'm your attending doctor, so naturally I want to make sure you're okay..."

"I'll be fine, I still have to wait for him, I believe him...he asked me to wait for him." Lin Fan's empty eyes were dyed with streamer again.

Sun Yiguang looked into Lin Fan's eyes and smiled softly: What made him live again.

The rain stopped, and the sun shone lazily on the two of them. The platinum ring on Lin Fan's ring finger shone dazzlingly under the sunlight.