Affectionate for a long time

Everything was within Yan Qingcheng's plan, except for the fake doctor who sneaked into the ward in the middle of the night.

It is very normal for doctors to make ward rounds in the middle of the night, especially for someone like Shen Tang whose life is in danger at any time, so Yan Qingcheng didn't take much precautions.

It was just that after the doctor gave Shen Tang another injection of the so-called booster, within half an hour, the machine connected to Shen Tang suddenly let out a piercing scream.

"No, the patient's condition has deteriorated, and a transplant operation must be performed immediately!" The attending doctor temporarily stabilized his condition, and said to Yan Qingcheng.

"Wait...one more hour, one hour, okay?"

"I'm afraid not."

Fu Jinyan came just in time to see this scene, he looked at the bloodless Shen Tang, turned around and ran in the opposite direction.

"What are you doing?" Yan Qingcheng caught up with him.

"Jiang Ci suffers from brain cancer, and it has reached the middle and late stages. She didn't lie, and she really won't live long." Fu Jinyan was calmer than Yan Qingcheng at this time, perhaps because he was used to life and death, and he gave Jiang Ci The health report he made got a super low score, and the balance in his heart was completely biased towards Shen Tang.

"so you……"

Fu Jinyan nodded and hurried away.

Knocking on the door in the middle of the night, Yan Qingcheng thought he would wait for a while, but the door was almost knocked open, and Jiang Ci was still wearing her evening yellow dress, as if she was ready at any time.

"You didn't sleep?"

Jiang Ci smiled and said, "No, I can't sleep for a little bit."

"what are you doing?"

"I remembered something from the past and drew a picture."

"Can you draw?"

"Yeah, do you want to come in and take a look?"

Yan Qingcheng smiled and walked in with her.In the center of the room is a large easel, which depicts a beach.

There are only a few shells on the beach, connected to the sea, the color of the sea water is getting darker, and then connected to the sky, where there are a few white seagulls.

Freehand landscape oil painting, no people, only a quiet emotion.

"The painting is very good, it can be exhibited." Yan Qingcheng commented pertinently.

"Thank you. The only thing I can sell is painting. After all, I have to rely on painting to support myself." Jiang Ci smiled.She moved the easel to the window so it wouldn't take up room, then went to the bathroom to wash her hands and said, "Let's go."

She knows it all.

Yan Qingcheng never felt that there was anything wrong with protecting his family. Although he still thought so now, he felt a deep sense of guilt when facing this woman.

"Thank you, I'm sorry!" He bent down and said sincerely.

A pair of gentle hands quickly helped him up, "You don't have to do this, it's better to do good deeds than die alone in a rented room. I also want to thank you for giving me a chance."

"It's the first time I'm so close, and I can still live in his heart forever, I'm very happy!"

"...So, do you understand? This is hers, and it will always be hers."

The clouds in the sky are getting thicker and thicker, and the cloud feet are getting lower and lower. You can see dragonflies flying low outside the glass window through the aisle.

Zhuang Moli sat outside the ward, turned on his phone and entered two words on the search engine.Soon, more than ten pages of entries appeared one after another.

He clicked on the third article, the first line of the encyclopedia...Jiang Ci, a young painter, was born in August 1991 and died in May 8 at the age of 2016.

Zhuang Moli did not expect that the passers-by in high school would meet again in this way.I originally thought that the two diverging trajectories of life, in the second half of my life, are tightly intertwined like vines.

To be honest, he had long forgotten what she looked like, and only remembered the scene when she suddenly appeared under the cherry blossom tree that day.

She appeared out of nowhere, fell in love with Shen Tang out of nowhere, pursued her desperately, and then Ji Yu disappeared silently...

"It's getting so dark, what time is it! It's over, the weather forecast says there will be heavy rain at night, what should I do if I don't have an umbrella!" Several nurses passing by the corridor discussed.

"Let the family pick it up, the weather is really..."

It was not yet seven o'clock, and the weather was getting worse and worse. Zhuang Moli saw the little light leaking from the crack in the door of the ward, and decided to come back tomorrow.

From the seventeenth floor to the first floor, in just a few minutes, the rain fell from the sky like a waterfall. Zhuang Moli waited in the corridor for more than ten minutes, but the rain still showed no signs of easing up.He looked around at the people holding an umbrella who were huddled together intimately, and walked into the rain alone.

The drenched body he imagined did not appear, and the rain splashed not far from him. He looked up and saw a black umbrella.

Black umbrellas are a symbol of bad luck in traditional Chinese consciousness, and people generally only bring them back at funerals.

"You are Zhuang Moli?" An extremely standard mandarin rang in his ears.

"Yes." Zhuang Moli said, looking at the tall blond man in front of him.

The mist in the rain prevented him from seeing the man's facial features clearly, but the left hand with a white glove on the handle of the umbrella was quite eye-catching.

"I'm Xiao Yiheng. I can help you."

The foreign man seemed to know everything well and said that Zhuang Moli felt like he was going to the doctor for a sudden illness, "How can I help?"

"I will take Qingcheng away. Shen Tang, you take care of him."

In the middle of the night, there was a heavy storm, even if the doors and windows were closed, the sound of the wind howling outside and the heavy rain knocking on the window still disturbed people's sleep.

Shen Tang drank some sleeping pills before going to bed, which made him sleep more smoothly than him.Yan Qingcheng turned on the desk lamp, got up and went out to fetch water with the kettle.

"What are you doing out of bed in the middle of the night?"

Yan Qingcheng looked at the source of the sound, a little surprised, "Why are you here?"

"You're not going to go back if I don't come, are you?"

"I can't leave now." Yan Qingcheng sat beside him only to find that he was having a conference call on the computer.

Xiao Yiheng didn't reply to his words, but quickly explained something in a very pure London accent in a low voice.

"I won't bother you anymore." Yan Qingcheng sat for a while, took the kettle and continued to the boiling water room.

Although he didn't expect Xiao Yiheng to come, but he didn't feel very surprised when he came.Deep in his heart told him that it was only a matter of time.

When he came back, he was still sitting there with nothing else in mind.The two words just now didn't seem to come out of him who was so focused.

Yan Qingcheng went in to make a cup of tea, after thinking about it, he took out a clean cup, heated a cup of milk, took it out and put it on the stool beside him.

"Thank you." Xiao Yiheng picked up the milk and took a sip, then put it down and continued working.

The door of the ward was open, Yan Qingcheng sat on the bed and looked at the empty door, imagining Xiao Yiheng's fingers tapping on the keyboard, rubbing the tattoo on his right wrist that had accompanied him for more than [-] years.