I’m Waiting For Your Dawn In the Dark Night - Chapter 29

This is a room of about forty square meters.

The entire room was empty, except for some paints and brushes scattered on a wooden table in the middle.

“This is Weiwei’s favorite place when she first came to M country. She said that the top floor of the villa is the quietest, and it can make her calm down and miss you the most!”

“What did you say?” Su Yuqing clutched at his heart, only to feel that the fist-sized organ was completely unable to handle the current ups and downs.

“Look up and take a good look at the paintings on this wall!” Mo Yunfeng closed the door and stood guard at the door.

Across the door, Su Yuqing sat in the room for a long time.

I don’t know how long it took before he dared to raise his head, turned the wheelchair, and approached slowly.

There are gorgeous paintings on the walls.

Just like in the comics.

The first picture shows a girl trapped in a cage. She is wearing a school uniform, with a ponytail and white sneakers. She is leaning against the edge of the cage and staring at the blue sky and white clouds outside. There is a smiling face on the white clouds. , with three words “Su Yuqing” written next to it.

There is also a line of words below the painting –

The second painting shows a girl squatting in the corner of the room. She is wearing a pink panther pajamas, shrunk into a ball, with tears in the corners of her eyes. Her eyes are so sad that she can see the house next door outside the window. There is a beam of light in it, and there are three words hidden in the light, it is still “Su Yuqing”.

This painting is also accompanied by a line of words –

The third picture shows a Q-version man in a police uniform fighting a monster. This man really has a white light on his chest like Ultraman.

Below this picture is a line of words –

…

See the fourth wall.

The dense, needle-like pain spread from Su Yuqing’s heart to his limbs, and his whole body was numb and stiff.

I don’t know if the tears on my face have dried and wet again…

The sixteenth painting is a man and a woman. The woman is staggering with a big belly. The man is smiling and his eyes are full of tenderness. The man holds the woman’s hand and softly calls her “Zhizhi”. , with heavy snow in the background.

This last painting is accompanied by a line of words –

boom–

The sound of the body falling to the ground suddenly sounded.

Mo Yunfeng hurriedly opened the door and ran in.

I saw that the man who couldn’t stand up fell off his wheelchair, and he leaned against the wall with his hands stained with blood, trying to touch the smiling face of the **** the wall.

Mo Yunfeng helped him up and let the man lean on him with all the strength of his body. He lifted his hand and finally let him touch that smile.

Mo Yunfeng choked and said, “Do you know now? It’s not that she doesn’t want to look back, she just forgot… It’s my selfishness, I watched her condition gradually worsen, I don’t want her to remember you anymore, you can always bring her superlatives. Unusual emotional swings. So I hid it, and over time, her memory blurred, and she started having nightmares every night, all about you putting him on the operating table to take off her baby, I asked. Did you never love him, I… didn’t answer. After that, she became unhappy, until she found that she was about to forget her hatred and wrote that letter, in fact… it wasn’t in that letter Her sincere words. Also… Your children are very cute. I personally delivered them, a boy and a girl. Except for some congenital defects that are smaller than normal babies, there is no problem with the rest. I handed the children to my teacher, Professor Jin, to take care of them. Please forgive me, I was taking care of Weiwei by myself before, I really don’t have time to take care of those two little guys. Now that you are here, I am willing to trust you once. If you are willing, I will let the teacher take care of the children tomorrow. Bring it back!”

Su Yuqing blinked, not knowing what words to use to describe his mood at the moment.

His throat was itchy, his voice trembled uncontrollably, and there were two clusters of flames beating in his eyes that had been washed countless times by tears, burning intensely and intensely.

Mo Yunfeng smiled and patted him on the shoulder, “Officer Su, I know you want to say thank you! No need, say it, I’m relieved! I’ll take Weiwei to the studio in the afternoon. Look.”