Dyed

two years ago.

The fifteenth day of the first lunar month is a good day for Chinese people.

Li Yunling received a call early in the morning, and Ming Chengyou said that the company had a lot of business and would not come back.

She complained a few words to Butler Xiao, but there was no other way.

A top hospital abroad.

You Yingrui, who waited anxiously for 6 hours, almost collapsed. She was alone and helpless, and there was no one else in the cold corridor except her.

Ming Chengyou was pushed into the ward after the operation, and when the anesthetic wore off, it was already late at night when he woke up.

The palm of your hand touched the head lying beside the bed, You Yingrui suddenly raised her head, her expression nervous and helpless, "Chengyou, Chengyou?"

Ming Chengyou opened her eyes and didn't respond. You Yingrui was so frightened that she was at a loss. She stretched out her hand in front of Ming Chengyou's eyes, "Don't scare me, Chengyou, just promise me."

Ming Chengyou stared at the ceiling above his head, but his thoughts were unexpectedly clear. After the headlights in the ward were turned off, a bedside wall lamp barely emitted a thin light. Before the operation, the attending doctor asked him to make mental preparations.

The moment the anesthetic was injected into his body, he really looked away from everything. Anyway, even if he couldn't get off the operating table, he wouldn't feel much pain.

Ming Chengyou never felt the difference between life and death during the year abroad.

However, he dreamed of Fu Ran.

It wasn't the scene when she pulled her hand away, but the two of them were dancing, but when he finally stopped, he didn't catch her, and saw Fu Ran fall into the bottomless abyss.

Ming Chengyou closed his eyes.

You Yingrui thought something unexpected happened, she got up and wanted to run out, "Doctor, help!"

Ming Chengyou stretched out his hand and grabbed it, "Ying Rui."

You Yingrui leaned over to his chest, and the fear and anxiety in her heart did not dissipate, "Chengyou, I'm so afraid to stay outside."

"What's there to be afraid of?" Ming Chengyou patted her head with his palm, "If I can't wake up, and you take my ashes back, my mother won't be able to blame you."

"You are not allowed to say that."

You Yingrui bit the corner of the quilt with lingering fear, her whole body would still be cold, and her fingers trembled so much that she couldn't hold it together.

"Ying Rui." Ming Chengyou called lightly.

"Ah."

"You already know about my illness, right?"

You Yingrui lifted her head from his chest, with tears in her eyes, "Yes."

Ming Chengyou can also guess.

"Before I went abroad, my aunt told me that you have a congenital heart disease. In the past, the medical examination cases were handed over to her directly, so she told me to take good care of you without telling you, because you have not had a heart attack in the past [-] years. The doctor said it was fine before."

"Ying Rui, since you already knew, why did you insist on coming out with me?"

You Yingrui tightly wrapped Ming Chengyou's waist with both hands, "You are just sick, there is nothing that can't be solved with the advancement of medicine now."

Ming Chengyou's heart moved slightly, and his vision was blurred. He didn't know how beautiful it would be if these words came out of Fu Ran's mouth.

But at the moment of his life and death, the only one who was by his side was indeed You Yingrui.

The next day, the attending doctor came in to make rounds.

Ming Chengyou signaled You Yingrui to go out first.

The doctor checked his wound and his recovery. Ming Chengyou had a scar on his armpit, which was very clear. He might have to follow him for the rest of his life.

"The operation went well this time, but it's just barely survived. The safest thing is to do a heart transplant, but it is also possible to recover well in the later stage, and there have been cases where there will be no recurrence in a lifetime. To make sure, I have contacted several Large hospitals will keep your data in stock, and will notify you as soon as there is a suitable matcher.”

Ming Chengyou knew in his heart how little hope was. Ming Yunfeng died of this disease because he couldn't wait.

Ming Chengyou heard it in his ears, but he didn't listen in his heart at all.

He just felt that the sun was very good today, shining on the hospital bed through the open window, making his whole face warm.

In the eyes of others, it may not feel too much, but it is undoubtedly the greatest gift for those who are pulled back after a round of hell.

When You Yingrui came in, all the doctors and nurses in the ward had left.

"Chengyou, what did the doctor say? Are you all right?"

Ming Chengyou withdrew his gaze from the window, "I've had surgery, so I'm fine."

You Yingrui felt relieved, "That's good."

"Ying Rui."

She was pouring water for Ming Chengyou, her face obviously relaxed a lot, and she agreed.

"It's over, don't tell my mother about it, so as not to worry her."

You Yingrui didn't doubt that he was there, so she agreed with her wholeheartedly.

Although the hospital has nurses and Ming Chengyou also has a dedicated nutritionist, You Yingrui insists on preparing every meal and delivering it by herself. At first, she can only eat liquid food, which gradually becomes bland.

Ming Chengyou was sitting in a wheelchair, and You Yingrui fetched water to wipe his hands. This man loves to be clean, so he had more things to do than others, but You Yingrui never tired of doing it, and she patiently massaged his knuckles.

Ming Chengyou stared sideways at her serious expression, "Ying Rui, if I ask you what you want, how would you answer me?"

"If I say, I want a marriage, how will you answer me?"

Ming Chengyou was silent for a while, turned his head and looked outside.

You Yingrui was not very disappointed, she also knew that this was the most impossible possibility.

Ming Chengyou treated her differently from others. Fu Ran's resoluteness to leave at that time was in stark contrast to You Yingrui's steadfast waiting, but even Ming Chengyou couldn't control her own heart.

The night before returning to Ying'an City.

You Yingrui felt uneasy, Ming Chengyou stood on the balcony with a cigarette in her hand, she stepped forward and whispered, "Chengyou, didn't the doctor tell you to quit smoking and drinking?"

Ming Chengyou said nothing, but casually put out the cigarette in the ashtray.

You Yingrui's heart warmed, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Ming Chengyou's waist, "Do you have to go back? Chengyou, our life is very good now, let's stay abroad, shall we?"

How could Ming Chengyou not understand the worry in her heart?

He looked into the distance, "Ying Rui, my heart is empty, don't worry, I just want Fu Ran to taste the pain I suffered at that time, and I won't have any more feelings for her."

You Yingrui's hugging hands tightened even more, how could such a simple thing happen?

"Chengyou, I beg you, let her go and let yourself go, okay?"

Ming Chengyou pulled her hand away, but he didn't tell her clearly that when he returned to Ying'an City, he actually wanted to take Fu Ran to be buried with him!

At that time, that thought was always in Ming Chengyou's mind, and it became more and more intense.