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Qin Xuanhuang couldn't move yet, lying on the snow-white hospital bed, his face was whiter than the white sheets.

Yu Xinyue looked at him condescendingly, remembering that when they first met, the young man walked into Violet, arrogant, never looked at people seriously, and the young master of the Ji family would act as his dog's leg for him——

Who would have thought of today?

"You, you..." The man's lips were pale and chapped.

Yu Xinyue: "What's wrong, why don't you pour a glass of water for brother?"

She filled a glass of water with a smile and put it on the bedside, "Brother, I put it here, you can take it yourself. Oh," she opened her eyes slightly and covered her mouth: "I forgot, you can't even drink water Yes. Sister, we will find more nurses for elder brother in the future."

Qin Qing: "Yes."

His dark eyes stared at the man without blinking, his pale lips were slightly pursed, neither happy nor sad, just like looking at a stranger.

Qin Xuanhuang: "You made me like this, are you happy?"

Qin Qing said: "Yueyue, you go first."

Yu Xinyue said "ah" hesitantly, and gave Qin Xuanhuang a reluctant look. She wanted to continue to be angry with him, but Qin Qing spoke up, so she had no choice but to leave obediently.

"Do you regret it?" Qin Qing asked.

"Regret what?"

Qin Qing: "Forcing Xiao Zhu to death, do you regret it? Have you ever had a nightmare at night?"

Qin Xuanhuang pursed his lips, his voice was broken because of his weakness, but Qin Qing listened patiently to him.

"Forced to die? I just let her useless man be killed. Even if a woman of the Qin family dies, she can't marry such a mediocre and incompetent person."

"So you let her die?"

Qin Xuanhuang: "Did I force her? You spoiled her, made her believe in love, refused to marry Ji Fu, and was as naive as a fool..."

"Snapped."

Before he finished speaking, Qin Qing slapped him neatly.

Qin Xuanhuang couldn't feel his lower limbs, but his face still hurt, so he grinned.

Qin Qing withdrew her hand, her eyes were cold: "I will take good care of you, including my sister."

Qin Xuanhuang's face changed slightly: "What did you say?"

"Brother," she shouted the word, with the corners of her mouth raised, her eyes darkened as if filled with an abyss, "a mental hospital was originally prepared for you to live in for the rest of your life, it seems that Xiaozhu thinks this punishment is right. You are too light."

She hooked the corner of her mouth: "A mental patient in a wheelchair, do you like this identity?"

Qin Xuanhuang suddenly opened his eyes wide, and after a moment, he laughed miserably: "Kill me if you have the ability."

Qin Qing straightened up: "I won't touch you, I will take good care of you, brother, I will always watch you for the next few decades."

Walking out of the ward, she saw Yu Xinyue folded her arms, leaning against the wall, slightly raised her small face, and looked at the ceiling boredly.

The gloom in Qin Qing's eyes disappeared, and the dark eyes shone with light.

Yu Xinyue heard footsteps, and greeted her with a smile: "How is it?"

Qin Qing: "It's nothing, just recounting the past, talking about the past." After a few seconds of pause, she said: "Will you accompany me to see Xiaozhu later."

Yu Xinyue nodded and hugged her gently.

-

The girl on the tombstone is very young and beautiful, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, her eyes are not as dark as those of the Qin family, and the sun rubbing into her rose eyes makes her bright and clear, staying in the best time.

Yu Xinyue bent down and presented a bouquet of white chrysanthemums.

Qin Qing stood beside her silently, staring at the girl on the tombstone, without saying a word.

"Xiao Zhu," Yu Xinyue took Qin Qing's hand, and bent her lips: "I will take good care of your sister."

A gust of breeze blew by, and the sunset glow in the sky was extraordinarily gorgeous, intertwined with roses and purples, dyeing the clouds with a light carmine color.

It was as if the girl turned her head and smiled shyly, her face flushed slightly.

Qin Qing held Yu Xinyue with her backhand, and her cold fingers intertwined with her tightly.

"Xiaozhu, this is my lover, my sister is doing well, don't worry anymore, that..." She paused slightly, her eyelashes drooping, "The person who hurt you has already received what he deserved, you can , you can have a good sleep, remember to find an ordinary person who loves you very much, find an ordinary lover who loves you very much, and live well."

Yu Xinyue tilted her head and looked at her.

The woman lowered her eyes slightly, her eyelashes cast a faint shadow on her face, and the setting sun lightly swept across her snow-like skin, softening her cold and hard curves.In Qin Qing's eyes, emotions appeared that had never been seen before.

Blame, guilt and relief.

"I'm sorry, I didn't protect you well at that time." Qin Qing said in a low voice, her expression was pale, and the guilt that had been suppressed in her heart for ten years was finally able to be expressed, "Don't blame my sister, okay?"

The breeze blows slowly, like a gentle hand, wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Yu Xinyue held her even harder.

"Did you see your mother over there? Tell her, I love her very much, I'm sorry. Back then," Qin Qing tried her best to suppress her trembling voice, but when she opened her mouth, she still uttered a broken sobbing sound, "I always let her very worried."

With red eyes, she was hugged by Yu Xinyue and leaned gently on her lover's shoulder.

The two embraced each other in the setting sun, and the red sun was about to fall in the sky.The grass on both sides is separated, and the tomb is lonely.

When I think about the past, I always feel regretful.

Even if there are thousands of reasons to shirk, I can't help but ask myself, what if I did better at the beginning?Qin Qing questioned himself thousands of times in the middle of the night, and every time he thought about it, his heart was like an empty wilderness, and he could hear the sound of Feng Kongluoluo sobbing.

But now, she hugged Yu Xinyue and finally let go of the past in relief.

Some people heal their childhood with their whole life, some people heal their whole life with their childhood;

And some people, meeting another person, healed the rest of their lives.

They embraced each other, and the warmth of each other's body penetrated into each other's bones and blood through the thin shirt.

It's like going back to that rainy night, seeing the pain in each other's hearts through each other's eyes, and then licking each other's wounds to heal each other.

But, there is one more thing.

Qin Qing sighed lightly.

-

Xiaotangshan Sanatorium.

After a cold rain, Qin Liru's physical condition got worse, and he couldn't even blow the cold wind.

He didn't know the news of Qin Xuanhuang's accident, and sat by the window every day, looking at the banyan tree covered with withered yellow leaves outside the house.

"Do you remember that we used to have a tree like this in our house?"

Yang Fang sat next to him and said with a smile, "Yes, it's a bit older than here, and the tree is probably several decades older."

Qin Liru said: "She planted it. She only loves to grow flowers and plants. That yard was so beautiful back then."

Yang Fang smiled: "Yes, there are pagoda trees growing by the pond, just like small trumpets, Xiaoqing and the others like to make garlands of flowers and wear them on top of their heads, and they also like to suck the honey water from the flowers, saying it is very sweet. "

Qin Liru's expression became even more gloomy, his face seemed to be covered with a layer of autumn frost, and he became old in an instant.

"Xiaoqing and the others have never done this in front of me."

Yang Fang comforted him: "You are just too busy to see the children very much. I stay in the yard every day, so I have the opportunity to accompany them."

Qin Liru lowered his head and did not speak for a long time.

He didn't care about how beautiful the flowers in the garden were, how beautiful the girls' laughter was like silver bells.Everything is less important than business. At that time, he was cold and ruthless, never paying attention to his feelings, and everything was his tool to climb up.

So now, being alone and helpless is probably retribution.

Qin Liru said hoarsely, "I'm really old..."

He was silent for a few minutes, and then said: "Xiaoqing and the others don't care, I treat Xuanhuang so well, yet he doesn't come to see me."

With a complicated expression, Yang Fang stepped forward to caress the old man's weak and curved back: "Master, I will accompany you."

Qin Liru pointed to the drawer, "Bring the things in the iron box over there."

Yang Fang obediently went over, opened the drawer, and took out an iron box. It was a popular moon cake box in the past, and it was painted with beautiful flowers and a full moon, and family reunion.

Qin Liru didn't open the box, held it, and closed his eyes dejectedly.

Yang Fang didn't know what was inside, so he asked, "Master, what's inside?"

Qin Liru didn't answer him, but said, "Yang Fang, tell me, was I really wrong in the past?"

"Master, you are already very successful." Yang Fang avoided this matter and talked about other things: "Guangyun is in Xiaoqing's hands, and it will definitely get better and better. Master, do you still remember what you said when you first came to Hanjiang?" ?”

Qin Liru moved his fingers.

Yang Fang brewed a cup of tea, and the tea smelled wafting. He looked at the old man in the white steam: "You said you want to become a master."

That Lengtouqing, who just came to Hanjiang, squatted on the pier, eating steamed buns with the cooks.When it comes to what they want to do in the future, most people want to marry a beautiful wife and have a few well-behaved children, but he has the energy of a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, and his mouth is: "I want to become a master."

The whole room burst into laughter, everyone was laughing at this poor boy who didn't know what to do.Only Yang Fang didn't smile. He met those dark eyes, looked at the young man's ambitious face, and wrote down these words for a lifetime.

The result did not meet Yang Fang's expectations, Qin Liru has indeed come to the present step by step, and has become a real master.Decades ago, some people would say that he was a jerk, but now no one dares to talk about it.

"Master, you have already become a master, and you have realized your ambition back then, why do you still regret it?"

Qin Liru murmured: "Yes, why would I regret it."

His old and weak hands clenched, holding nothing.

Said that the high-spirited spirit when he was a master, flew through his palm like the wind, he once thought he was holding it, and spread his hand, but found that it was just empty, like a dream.

He has nothing in his hand.

Qin Liru murmured: "Is there any medicine for regret in this world?"

Yang Fang sighed: "There is no medicine for regret, master, don't think too much, you are already standing in this position, everyone will look up at you, do you remember the people who worked with us back then?"

Qin Liru: "They?"

Yang Fang aired the tea until it was warm, and handed it over, but Qin Liru didn't take it, so he put the teacup on the window sill.

A wisp of white steam floated up.

"A lot of people have died. Do you remember that massacre? A dozen or so people didn't get through it. I also heard that the one with the best health got cancer a few years ago. He didn't have money to go to the hospital. He didn't even get treatment. Die at home." Yang Fang rubbed his hands, "You're alive, that's it, you are already much better than those people, living in such a house in your later years, with a bunch of nurses taking care of you."

Qin Liru was silent for a while, then said weakly: "But," I'm about to die, and no one came to see me. ""

-

A few days later, Qin Qing finally came to see him.

At this time, Qin Liru was too sick to support himself from the bed, and was as old as a dying tree.

Qin Qing sat by the bed, "Dad."

Qin Liru stretched out his hand tremblingly, wanting to hold her, but Qin Qing withdrew his hand, ignoring the old man's pleading eyes, with an indifferent expression.