Chapter 1020: Tianya Mo Road, there will be no future (20)

Coughing and coughing, the fruit clearly felt that the coughing sound of Lucheng was dyed with a slight, trembling crying.
......
The second half of the Lu and the half of the city, more than the fruit of the imagination, the wind is light.
After breakfast, Luchengcheng sat on the balcony, bathed in the sun, and started a video conference.
Fruits mute the TV, sit on the sofa and watch the serial drama. From time to time, she hears the voice of Luchengcheng from time to time. It is well-organized and clear-cut, and when the TV drama is inserted, she looks at the Luchengcheng. Relying on the wheelchair, his posture is calm and gentle, and he can't find a trace of clues related to sadness and sadness.
Yesterday after the girl heard what she said, the reaction was so strong that it was obviously hurt. She could feel that half-city brother would not feel it, but he was like a okay person, as always, busy. The days... Did he really let go?
The fruit has frequently observed the Luchengcheng many times, and has never caught a bad mood in him, gradually letting go of his heart.
After having lunch, I saw the Lubancheng group holding the computer and browsing the mailbox. There wasn’t much expression on the handsome face. The gesture was light and it seemed that all the disturbances in the world were irrelevant to him.
Even when the fruit handed him a cup of coffee, he stopped the typing action, looked up and smiled at her. His eyes were clear and watery, and there was no sadness.
I didn’t sleep well last night, thinking that Lucheng was really okay, didn’t bother his work, and went back to the bedroom to sleep.
If the fruit does not have an alarm, I will wake up to sleep naturally. When I open my eyes, the sky outside is dark.
She squatted for a few seconds, slammed the phone and glanced at it. It was eight o'clock in the evening, and half-city brother had not eaten dinner yet...
The fruit suddenly jumped out of bed and rushed out of the bedroom.
The living room didn't turn on the light, it was dark. She smeared it to the switch, pressed it, and saw Lucheng in the balcony. He was still in a wheelchair, holding a file in his hand, his head squatting, like work tired. ,Fell asleep.
The fruit took a blanket and approached lightly. She stooped and took the file away from the hand of Luchengcheng. When she placed it on the table next to it, a piece of paper fell from the file and was covered. A handwritten letter.
Fruit curiously looked down and looked at them all, "warm".
The heart seemed to be hit by something, and her breath took a while, and after a short while, the blanket was gently draped over the body of Lucheng.
It turned out that he did not accept the reality, he was only forced to accept the reality.
He seems to have nothing to do. In fact, he is better for the girl and suffers more pain than anyone else.
She slept in the bedroom in the afternoon, and while he was sitting here, what kind of emotions were hidden in his heart when he wrote her name? miss? Love can't? pain?
When the fruit is sour, I am going to take the mobile phone and order some takeaways. As a result, the feet have not been lifted up. The man in the wheelchair suddenly reaches out and grabs her wrist: "Don't go..."
Behind the fruit, I turned to look at the Lucheng.
He still keeps his eyes closed, his lips moving, and her familiar name, flowing from his lips and teeth: "warm, warm..."