Good Morning, Mr. President!

Tang Song pushed the door of the intensive care unit to enter, Tang Weizheng lay silently on the bed, and Jun Lang's face was bloodless. Above the head is a drip bottle, three bottles hanging, and now more than half of the first bottle is hanging in the air.

The instrument rang 嘀嘀 --- in the ward, flashing a dim light, and it sounded alarming on such a night.

Tang Song sat down beside the bed, gave him a heavy look, and looked at the data recorded by the nurse at the bedside.

Tang Wei's dry lips flapped a few times, not knowing why, his brows gradually wrinkled and tightened, looking extremely painful.

"Four brother." Tang Song quickly put down his hand and called him. Glancing at the drip bottle over his head, "Is it too fast?"

He asked, slowing down the drip bottle a lot.

However, the pain on his face was never dissipated, and the white lips trembled as if to say something. Tang and Song leaned against his lips and heard only a murmur:

"Shangshang ..."

Those two words, like the call from the abyss, are weak and misty, desperate and painful.

Tang and Song listened to it, and they felt puzzled.

The throat rolled and he said, "Brother, if you miss her so much, you might as well tell her everything."

Tang Wei still seemed conscious, and he heard his fingers move. Finally, with strength, he moved around and held it on the back of Tang and Song's hands. Tang and Song looked at him deeply, even in this hot season, his fingers were still cold.

Tang Wei's eyelashes moved, and finally opened his eyes. His eyes did not look clear. The lips moved, and the sound at the exit was dumb, but Tang and Song still understood what he meant.

He didn't want Shang Shiyu to accompany him with pain.

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the other side.

Shang Shiyu lay in bed and had a dream.

In the dream, there was Tang Wei, and only him.

He was lying on a narrow bed, covered with thin white sheets, tormented in the sea of ​​fire, calling her name with a loud voice, and it was painful. She wanted to get close to him like crazy, but was pushed away by him every inch, and refused again and again.

She stood so helplessly overseas, watching him suffer in despair, but had no other choice. She couldn't save him. She didn't even have the right to share the pain with him.

Shang Shiyu was tortured by this nightmare. Her whole body shrank and shuddered.

The pain was so deep that he finally woke up. She opened her eyes violently, her eyes staring at the dark, dark mouth and panting heavily, her forehead and back were already soaked with cold sweat, and she touched it, cold.

Fortunately, it's a dream.

But a false alarm.

However, this dream is too real. It was so real that even if she woke up, she couldn't help crying. The picture in the dream made her afraid to think again.

It doesn't matter, the old people said that dreams are reversed.

Therefore, he must be able to live a long life and be healthy.

Shang Shiyu murmured, wiping away the tears in the corner of his eyes. It was late at night, but she was all sleepless, lifted the blanket and got up to get out of the room and poured herself a glass of water.

At this point, the inside and outside of the house were so quiet that they could hear a needle. The figure of that man came to her mind more clearly at this time.

Talking about forgetting, but never forgetting.

This person seems to be growing in his own body and engraved into the bone marrow.

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The next day, Tang Wei stayed in the hospital all the time. He went through various tests and took more medicine.

For a long time, he was groggy, and not so much awake.

And the other side.

Shang Shiyu is still busy with her work and living a dull life. She never called Tang Wei again, but she couldn't help but go online and search for his news at some point.

But there was no news other than the killing of several actors in his "City of Amnesia".

More than two months passed in a blink of an eye. Summer is gone and autumn is near.

The alarm clock in the morning breaks the tranquility of autumn. Shang Shiyu reached out from the quilt, turned off the alarm clock, and got up without a second in the quilt. In these two months, her sleep quality was quite poor, almost all of her insomnia all night long. She thought that if things didn't improve any more, she would have to go to a pharmacy to get some soothing medicine or find a hypnotist.

After washing, she didn't even eat breakfast, so she packed her bag and went to the company. As I passed the hall, I habitually glanced at the calendar.

Today is September 25th and the lunar calendar is August 26th.

It's his birthday.

Shang Shiyu raised his finger and couldn't help but touched those numbers. He gave him his birthday three years ago and gave him the picture of his tie clip, which is still fresh in his memory.

What will happen to his birthday this year?

Will it be lively?

Will she still remember the pictures of her birthday three years ago like her?

Thinking of this, the tip of Shangyu's nose was uncontrollably sour. However, the next instant, laughing at himself, sucking his nose, swallowing hard.

Oh ~ they are real strangers now, what is she still thinking about? Moreover, this year's birthday must be accompanied by Yun Ling. Why should he remember himself?

She took the calendar off and threw it into the trash can. She didn't stay for a moment, opened the door and went out of the house.

Take a taxi and go to the company. When the car was about to reach the stage, Shang Shiyu suddenly said, "Master, turn left in front and stop at the a-cake cake shop."

"Oh, okay." The driver listened to her and turned the car to the left. After walking straight for about ten minutes, the car stopped at the cake shop.

Shang Shiyu looked at the big sign of the a-cake in front of him, and he was a little bit distracted.

He doesn't like sweets very much. The handmade cakes in this chain are very good. He is the only one who can make two exceptions.

"Miss, do you want to buy a birthday cake for a friend?" The clerk stood inside with a smile and asked her, "You can come in and see. Today's birthday cake was just made by our master Fu, it's very fresh."

Shang Shiyu returned to God and walked in. Unconsciously, he glanced over the exquisite birthday cake in the freezer.

"Miss, what kind of cake do you want? For children or adults?" The other asked enthusiastically.

"Give me a little sugar, thank you."

"Are there any other special requests?"

"No."

"Okay, please wait a moment." The clerk stooped to fetch the cake. Shang Shiyu suddenly felt a little hesitant. I didn't know what was the intention of buying this cake. Who's there for?

With an impulse in her heart, she turned the car around. When she got here, she picked a sugar-less cake that she didn't like very much.

Such a move seemed particularly ridiculous, as if it were a sorrow.