Dyed

The two of them didn't really close their eyes until very late, and when Fu Ran woke up in the morning, the palms of his hands felt cold. It seemed that Ming Chengyou woke up very early.

After she got out of bed, she looked at the time, and it was almost 10 o'clock.

Fu Ran went downstairs after washing up, and saw Butler Xiao sitting at the dining table taking notes.

"Young Mistress, you are getting up."

"Where is the third young master?"

"Third Young Master is outside."

Fu Ran stepped up and took a coat from the hanger, Ming Chengyou sat on the wicker chair in the open-air swimming pool.

The azure blue water reflects the glittering and flowing beauty, and highlights the man's handsome and thin side face to the extreme.

Ming Chengyou supported his knees with his hands and elbows, his upper body leaned forward, and the waves in his eyes were hidden by the warm sun.

He was wearing very ordinary home clothes, and after his body became thinner, he looked taller.

Fu Ran walked over and put the coat on his shoulders.

Ming Chengyou held her hand without looking back, "Why don't you sleep more?"

"It's almost time for lunch." Fu Ran sat beside him, laying her hands on Ming Chengyou's lap, neither of them mentioned what happened last night.

After sitting for a while, Housekeeper Xiao came over and called them to have lunch. Fu Ran put some vegetables into his bowl, and seeing that Ming Chengyou barely moved, "I'll make it tonight, fry some of what you like."

The man scooped up a bowl of soup and handed it to Fu Ran, "Don't waste time, I can't finish it."

"Is it a drug reaction?"

"It's good to not feel hungry, and save food."

Fu Ran put down his chopsticks, and his appetite was not good. Ming Chengyou looked at her gloomy side face, and held Fu Ran's hand in his palm, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

This is something he repeats almost every day.

Steward Xiao came in from the outside, "Third Young Master, someone is looking for you."

Ming Chengyou seemed to know who it was, "Let them in."

He patted the back of Fu Ran's hand lightly, "I have some things to deal with, you eat first."

The few people who came in greeted Ming Chengyou, and he took them to the sofa in the living room.

Fu Ran looked up and saw one of the men took out a document and was talking with Ming Chengyou. She tasted like chewing wax, and the fish in her mouth lost its original taste. Fu Ran put down her chopsticks and followed.

When Ming Chengyou saw her coming, he didn't deliberately avoid the content of the conversation. After all, Fu Ran still had to sign.

"Because the donation of the body requires the signature of the family members, so we would like to ask your wife what she thinks."

Fu Ran was startled, "Donation of the body?"

She stared at Ming Chengyou with wide-open almond eyes, "You."

But he only said one word, and tears welled up in his eyes, rolling hot down his cheeks.

Ming Chengyou pulled Fu Ran up and stood up, leading her to the window.

He opened the curtains, and the warmth spread all over his body. Fu Ran felt that it was dazzling, so he stretched out his hand to cover his forehead.

"Fu Ran, last night, when I saw the nurse unplug the man's ventilator, I had this idea. What can a person leave behind after death? Whether you live or die, you don't take it away,"

Ming Chengyou supported the window lattice with both hands, "My organs may be able to save others and extend my life. Even if I leave, at least I can leave something behind."

Fu Ran choked in her throat, and a feeling of powerlessness filled her whole body. She could understand what Ming Chengyou said.

Just last night, how she wished that the other party would nod her head, Fu Ran pressed her face to Ming Chengyou's shoulder, unable to say a word, she could only clenched her lower lip and cried.

Put it on the closest person, but it is still unbearable.

If you donate your body, you will face bruises.

When he was enduring the most pain, but still had to bear the unbearable, Fu Ran opened his mouth and bit his shoulder.

Ming Chengyou didn't feel the pain, his profile was as pale as paper, he put his arms around Fu Ran's waist, "Go and sign."

Fu Ran grabbed Ming Chengyou's cuff tightly with both hands.

He sighed softly, "Fu Ran, you should understand what I'm doing now better than anyone else."

Fu Ran's throat was hoarse, but he couldn't speak, and the people in the living room didn't rush, knowing that it would take some time to accept.

She pressed her left hand to her abdomen, feeling a slight kick. Fu Ran wiped away her tears and raised her head. Ming Chengyou took her hand and returned to the sofa.

Housekeeper Xiao took advantage of the time when he came to deliver tea, and saw the information on the coffee table.

Her complexion changed drastically, and she quickly backed away.

After a brief introduction to Fu Ran, the man across from him handed over the document in his hand to them.

She didn't reach out to pick it up, Ming Chengyou started to fill out the form with a serious face, Housekeeper Xiao watched this scene, and hurried back to his room.

Fu Ran's eyes were still moist. She picked up the signature pen and opened the document, her five fingers holding the pen trembled.

The nib of the pen left black marks on the paper, her heart felt heavy, and thin sweat oozes from her palm, and she vaguely felt that the font was beating in her hazy vision.

Even so, Fu Ran signed his name without hesitation.

Some things may really have to be experienced before they can be understood.

Fu Ran put down the pen with a heavy heart, and seeing Ming Chengyou beside her was still filling in, she stood up and left.

Open the piano cover, the score of "Dream Wedding" is still in the center, Fu Ran casually pressed his fingers towards the keys, and the monotonous syllables were sent into the living room, Ming Chengyou paused slightly, and Housekeeper Xiao came out of the room After that, he closed the door.

After a long time, several people left with their things.

Housekeeper Xiao went to clean up.

Ming Chengyou raised his eyes to look at her, "Housekeeper Xiao, don't let my mother know about this."

Butler Xiao was a little startled, "Yes."

Ming Chengyou got up and walked to the stairs, hugging Fu Ran behind his hands, "You don't know how to play, what are you doing?"

Fu Ran withdrew her hand, "Are you tired, go and have a rest."

Ming Chengyou nodded, let go of Fu Ran and walked up to the second floor.

She looked at his back and felt distressed. The one she should love the most, one, was growing into an adult, while the other was gradually weakening at an inestimable speed.

Fu Ran sat back on the sofa, and Li Yunling came in a hurry. When she walked into the living room, she found only Fu Ran in it.

"What about people?"

Li Yunling looked around with an ugly expression.

Fu Ran looked at Steward Xiao who was not far away, knowing that she couldn't hide anything from Li Yunling here, "Mom, she has already left."

"It's your idea again?" Li Yunling pointed at Fu Ran without saying a word.

Her voice was calm and calm, "No, this is Cheng You's own meaning."

"What do you two mean, you don't need to discuss things with me now, do you? Make up your own mind." Li Yunling was furious.

"Mom, before last night, I probably wouldn't agree to Chengyou's actions, and maybe he wouldn't move those thoughts himself, but you have also seen it with your own eyes. The despair we saw was not because we couldn't find a match. The heart, but the family members disagree." Fu Ran still feels pain in his heart when he thinks about it.

No matter how much the Ming family called for the wind and rain, facing that destructive force, they could only do nothing.

Li Yunling's face was full of grief, and she suddenly raised her voice, "So what, can't you see that people are selfish? Others can't save Chengyou's life, so why use his organs to save others?" ? Fu Ran, when we needed it, have we ever seen those people soften their hearts?"

Fu Ran's words reached her throat but she couldn't utter them. There was no right or wrong in this matter.