after being terminally ill

After Zheng Qiying left, I suddenly felt that I had more time every day and became bored.

Falling from the apex to the abyss must be more painful than staying in the abyss forever.Once you get used to the days with your confidant and forget your loneliness, and when you are alone again and regain your loneliness, this kind of days when you were used to it before, and you can even feel the fun from it, seems to become unbearable.

Recently, my condition seems to be deteriorating rapidly. It was so severe that once I suddenly lost consciousness and fell in the yard. When I woke up, I was weak and four or five hours had passed.

After I woke up, I felt scared, the fainting just now was too sudden, and the feeling of losing all five senses without warning was too scary.

I even feel that it is God's blessing that I can wake up from this faint instead of sleeping forever.

However, maybe one day not too far away, death will come to me like this...

I stared at the half-woven blade of grass in my hand, a wry smile emerged from the corner of my mouth, wondering if I would be able to wait until the day when Zheng Qiying came back with this crippled body.

But in any case, I want to finish what I promised him, so I cherish time more and more recently, and I only hope to finish a finished weaving as soon as possible.

But with the decline of my body, some symptoms have become more serious recently, to the point where I can't ignore or bear it.

Often when I am concentrating on the work at hand, suddenly there is a chill in the middle of the crowd, and when I reach out and touch it, my hand is covered with blood.

Moreover, this kind of nosebleed gradually became unstoppable, and the only way to slightly suppress it was to drink special medicine.

In addition, my eyesight was gradually declining, and the increasing headaches and dizziness made it difficult for me to stay awake.

Under the torment of these symptoms, I suddenly remembered what the doctor told me at that time. The doctor said at that time that the death omen of this disease is very obvious. When the patient is about to die, the symptoms of this disease will intensify to the point that the patient cannot ignore it. the point.

It now appears that it is.

But even though the pain was severe, I still didn't give up on what I promised Zheng Qiying. Even though the headache was severe and my vision was blurred, I kept knitting according to the notes every day.

This is probably the last thing I can leave him.

In my relentless struggle with my ailment, the days passed and I was almost done with my knitting.

The setting sun slanted, and the birds outside the window made hoarse calls, as if they were crying.In the gradually dimming sky, I finally finished the finishing touches.

I looked at the final product with a faint smile on the corner of my mouth.

This cyan cricket is not perfect in appearance, it can even be said to have many flaws, but it is my hard work, and maybe it is the last thing I can leave to this world.

Gently put it on the table, I was about to get up and find a box to put it in, but just as I stood up, I felt dark in front of my eyes, buzzing in my ears, and I could hardly stabilize my body.

It took me a while to recover.

I tried my best to calm my heavy breathing, and walked towards the utility room, but as soon as I got to the living room, I saw a person standing in the living room.

He was against the light, and my eyesight has deteriorated severely recently, so I can't see his expression clearly, but I am all too familiar with his tall figure and standing posture.

With just one glance, I recognized him.

Song Zizhuo.

For a moment, my breathing almost stopped, and the unbearable past hit me like a wave.

Why did this person still appear in front of me in the last hours?

After calming down for a while, I let out a deep breath, not bothering to pretend to him like before, and just looked at him expressionlessly.

He remained motionless and silent. After a long time, he took two steps towards me.

I looked at him coldly and took a step back.

He froze in place, stopped, moved his fingers, but still didn't speak.

I felt that there was something wrong with Song Zizhuo, but I didn't bother to think about why he was wrong. I just felt that the emotional turmoil just now made my head hurt again, and my eyes were also black for bursts. All my willpower was used to maintain my standing posture.

But my body is too weak, no matter how strong my will is, my body still trembles uncontrollably.

Song Zizhuo took a step forward and stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to help me.

Before my brain even had time to think, my body had already reacted first, and I slapped his outstretched hand away without hesitation.

"You!" There was anger in Song Zizhuo's voice, but this time he didn't continue to swear at me angrily like before, but he suddenly closed his mouth after saying a word, and spoke again. At that time, I tried my best to soften my voice, "You are not in good health now, please sit down first... If you don't want me to help you, you can... But sit down first."

I really couldn't hold it anymore, so I ignored him, but walked to the sofa a little wobbly, and sat down staggeringly.

Song Zizhuo sat next to me, and he hesitated to speak: "Weiran..."

I didn't expect Song Zizhuo to call me like this. When he called me before, he would either use my first and last name, or use some insulting titles.

Hearing him call me like that at this moment, I just felt a little disgusted, coupled with my physical discomfort, I uncontrollably said sharp and mean words: "Young Master Song, don't call me that, it's disgusting, you know? "

After I finished speaking, I realized that my emotions were out of control, and a fishy sweetness welled up in my throat. I swallowed it forcefully, took a few deep breaths, and stopped looking at him.

I don't want to waste my mood swings for this kind of person, it will only make my already short life more short.

What's strange is that Song Zizhuo was ridiculed by me like this, but he didn't show anger, nor did he speak back. He just sat on the sofa with a slightly injured expression, and remained silent uncharacteristically.

I lightly pressed my temples, trying to calm myself down, not to be affected by the pain in my body.

Although I don't know why Song Zizhuo came here, but since he has already found him, it is meaningless to dwell on this issue. The important thing now is how to get Song Zizhuo to leave and not disturb my future life.

I really don't want to see his face again in the remaining life.

"What did I come to see me for?" I took the initiative to ask.

"What are you doing? You left without saying goodbye like that, how could I not look for you?! I'm going crazy looking for you..." Song Zizhuo's tone was fierce at first, but he didn't know what he thought of, and finally calmed down again.

He was silent for a while, then suddenly said: "...I know about your illness."

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