Dangerous Contract

Tan Zhen squeezed the letter that Xiaoya took out of her mouth.

Open it a little bit solemnly, like a shy girl who is full of spring and looking forward to the words of love from her sweetheart.

The letter paper was unfolded layer by layer, and it was Su Lang's handwriting.

Tan Zhen avoided Xiaoya, and watched slowly by himself.

"Ah Zhen, I love you!

"I've always wanted to give you a gift, a very special gift that belongs to us.

"During the three months you were in a coma, the scene of the explosion at Shaomao Speed ​​Stop that day always appeared in my mind. You were obviously seriously injured, but you still held on and looked very calm, so that I would not panic.

"You told me why you didn't take such precious gemstones back then, but insisted on stealing an aquamarine ring worth only $[-].

"The poet supported himself by polishing the ring, seeking a little solace from the darkness. Although the marriage proposal failed in the end, he also walked out of the shadow of life. You said this story is very inspirational, and you like it very much.

"When I was in the ward and saw Xiaoxiao put this ring on where the wedding ring used to be, I immediately understood what you meant by "inspirational".

"Whether it is about love or life, most of the time, we are blind. There are very few opportunities to be happy with each other and get a happy life, but we can't stop pursuing it just because it is rare. It would be a pity to give up the opportunity to pursue it because of the probability problem.

"So, I understand what you mean by 'inspirational', that is, in the dark, even if you are alone, you must devote all your energy to beating the 'handicraft' that you think is perfect. And this handicraft may be a ring, or a Feelings, maybe just loving someone's heart.

"Ah Zhen, I love you.

"Want to hammer yourself into the gift that best deserves you. But please accept this before that. -Lango who loves you the most"

After Tan Zhen finished reading, his eyes were full of tears, and his fingers couldn't stop rubbing the part where the date of signature was not filled.

what should we do!

Tan Zhen wished he could slap himself twice, and even ruined Su Lang's carefully prepared confession.

Tan Zhen fell to the ground, looked at the letter paper, and then at the ring in the box, speechless.

Xiaoya glanced at the contents of the letter, and flew aside with great interest.

……

Wan Fang's disease was a recurrence of cancer, and the rapid spread of cancer cells could have been suppressed through chemotherapy.

Helplessly, Qiao Si has been unable to pay, and now he has left him in the hospital.

Wan Fang had thought many times that although she tried her best to be free in her life, she never had a single day of it.

Since she was a child, she followed her unreliable parents in various cities, until she met Qiao Si, settled down in Q City, and found a job as a temporary worker in a textile factory.

At that time, she thought that Qiao Si would be her support for the rest of her life, and she no longer needed to wander or be precarious.

But she never expected that the dream would be broken so suddenly.

When she learned that Joe Si was sentenced to prison for theft, her world collapsed once again.

Fortunately, she met Tan Guofu again.

"Guofu..." Wan Fang's lips twitched, calling the name vaguely.

In her life, when she thinks about it, she must have been the happiest during the few years she was with Tan Guofu!

She regretted not being able to take good care of Tan Zhen, whom he regarded as her own, after Tan Guofu's death.But she didn't want to be unable to raise her head to see Tan Guofu when she got there, so she insisted on convincing herself that Tan Zhen was just a burden!

In this endless cycle of contradictions, Wan Fang felt that the painkillers in her body were gradually taking effect.

She started to get cold and shivered uncontrollably, but she wasn't afraid at all.

Instead, in the hospital room with the lights out, she felt safer and more comfortable than ever at home.

She could feel her breathing gradually slowing down, maybe tonight, it would be a good dream to greet her.

"I finally told Ah Zhen everything!" Wan Fang thought, her breathing became deeper again.

Wan Fang heard that when people are dying, they can always see the person she misses the most in this life.

That night, she dreamed of Tan Guofu who died at a young age.

The other party stretched out his hand from a long distance, as if he had waited patiently for her for a long time.

She wanted to say something to excuse herself, but Tan Guofu gently covered her mouth with his hands.So she decided to throw away all the bitterness and bitterness that remained in the world, not to take any away.

The next day, Tan Zhen woke up from a nightmare.

Since he woke up from a coma, he hadn't had such a dream for a long time.

In his sleep, he seemed to see Wan Fang when he was young.The big wave was held up behind the head with a white handkerchief, and there were two tender dimples on his face when he smiled.

Her smile was very gentle, but her palms were unusually cold.

Tan Zhen woke up, but he was a little confused about himself.

The dream is clearly a happy appearance, why does it make people feel like crying!

Tan Zhen washes hastily, puts on clean clothes, and holds the ring left by Su Lang on his chest.

He was going to go to the hospital to see Wan Fang first, and then find a place to pawn the ring, or...or, he could only think of other ways to get money quickly.

At the breakfast shop near the hospital, he bought a red bean paste. He remembered that when he was a child, Tan Guofu would always boil a big pot of this red bean paste on weekends.

Tan Guofu would always say to him: "This stuff nourishes the stomach and blood, and nourishes your mother."

Can this thing really feed people?

Tan Zhen saw that the boss scooped up the bean paste and collected the change, and walked slowly towards the hospital.

However, the ward where the mother and son revealed the truth the day before has already admitted a new patient.

"She..." Tan Zhen asked the nurse on duty at the service desk while holding the still warm red bean paste, "Wan Fang, she..."

"Excuse me, are you hers?"

"..." Tan Zhen was silent for a moment, already having an ominous premonition, and the voice came out from between his teeth, "Her... son."

"My condolences. During the rounds at five o'clock this morning, she was found to have passed away..." the nurse said and began to look through the records for Tan Zhen.

"You mean she... she's already..."

"I'm sorry, we've tried our best. You see, after such a long time, even though she has delayed paying so much medical bills, we are still actively taking medication for her..." The nurse seemed a little worried about the sudden emotional outburst of the family members of the deceased, so she was cautious. explained.

But Tan Zhen felt a sudden relief in his chest at that moment. Did the burden that had been on him for so many years be unloaded so suddenly?He asked himself over and over again, but he didn't know when the feeling of being so lost that he wanted to cry when he woke up in the morning reappeared.

"My condolences!" The nurse helped Tan Zhen, who was already a little unsteady, to sit in the chair opposite the nurse's desk to rest.

Tan Zhen's mind was empty, he just wanted to cry but there were no tears.

After a long time, he straightened up and asked the nurse, "Where am I going...I mean, I have to...I think...I want to..."

The nurse waiting by the side gently handed over a pack of tissues, and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I'll tell you one by one, one by one."

The pack of tissues carried body temperature and was printed with cute little yellow people. Tan Zhen wanted to accept women's kindness and polite smiles like before, but the moment his fingertips pinched the plastic sound, he finally cried.

The author has something to say: Good night, see you tomorrow!