Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to marry

The bone-piercing cold made Cheng Qiyan want to grab anything around him, but the feeling of nowhere became stronger and stronger, and finally there was nowhere to escape.

Cheng Qiyan began to tremble, and kept whispering in his mouth, it was dream talk, it was nonsense, but it was the deepest voice in his heart, there was a lock there, and in the end even he himself couldn't get out.

Suddenly, his body sensed a heat source, and Cheng Qiyan instinctively leaned over. It was a silhouette of an embrace, solid, reliable, and able to provide a steady stream of warmth. He could transport heat to Cheng Qiyan's whole body, only in his heart... But, That's enough, enough.Cheng Qiyan slowly turned from a half-dream and half-awake state to a deep sleep, his tense limbs also relaxed, but his slightly frowning brows did not relax.

Time was forgotten, and after an unknown amount of time, Cheng Qiyan woke up again in his own world, his eyelids and head were as heavy as lead, imprisoning him in this senseless world, he slept very deeply just now, without any nightmares at all, Without any consciousness, I kept closing my eyes, as if I had experienced a short-lived death... Thoughts flowed, maybe death is like that, ignorant and unaware.

The warm fingers felt a little rough, but the strength was very gentle, gently stroking the shallow Sichuan character between Cheng Qiyan's eyebrows, as if to soothe his sorrow.

Cheng Qiyan slowly raised his eyes, a ferocious face was imprinted in his eyes, he didn't feel scared, but the man with half angel and half devil was a little embarrassed by him, and he withdrew his hand on Cheng Qiyan's forehead, a little embarrassed sit up.

"Don't move, you still have a fever..." Wei Fei covered Cheng Qiyan with the quilt and got out of bed. He pulled his nightgown to cover his naked chest, "You were shivering from the cold last night, so I came up ..."

"Thank you."

Cheng Qiyan said in a hoarse voice with a tired smile on his face. With what happened last time in Erhai, Wei Fei was afraid that Cheng Qiyan might misunderstand. He got out of the bed, and put Cheng Qiyan's hand that had been stretched out of the quilt back under the quilt.

"I'm not that weak."

"Shut up, it's over 40 degrees, you almost got pneumonia, do you know that?" Wei Fei feigned anger, but there was infinite worry in his eyes, "Are you and him..."

"It's nothing, it's over..." Cheng Qiyan's smile carried a hint of self-mockery, it seemed open-minded, but it was actually worrying.

"Xiaoqi, why are you by Bingyan's tomb... If no one finds out, you might freeze to death there. What did that bastard do?" Wei Fei's heart vine was touched by Cheng Qiyan, and the pain made him He could sense it, but he didn't know why, which inexplicably made him flustered.

"Didn't you always know what he did? I was stubborn and deserved it, but thank you for the package."

Wei Fei frowned, and asked with a puzzled expression, "What package?"

"Didn't you send it? That package without address and signature!" Seeing Wei Fei's more puzzled expression, Cheng Qiyan pretended to cough a few times, cutting off the topic. Wei Fei hurried to pour water for him, and he went out Afterwards, Cheng Qiyan stopped coughing and lay down again. He looked at the ceiling - the package was not sent by Wei Fei, so who could it be?

"Come on, drink some water!" Wei Fei helped him up, and after feeding him the water, he tried his forehead again, "Why is it so hot again?"

Wei Fei was extremely anxious, so he called a doctor, put a bottle on Cheng Qiyan, and applied ice compresses, but he didn't care about it himself, and being so groggy can blur some bad things, so he can't remember them so well. Really, the heartache is not so severe.

Leng Nuan knows himself, so what if you say you are deceiving yourself, no one can help him suffer for him.

For the next three days, Cheng Qiyan had a high fever that never subsided, and he was so feverish that he fell into a coma. He spoke nonsense that others could not understand. In those few days, he did not eat water or rice, and he relied on normal saline to maintain his life. He is the only one to take care of Xiao Ting. To be a conscientious father, it seems that he doesn't even have the right to get sick. His body is very obedient, and he rarely catches a cold. I was sick enough at one time, and had a fever that didn't play.

The cold wind that night gave him an excellent excuse. The persistent high fever and the headaches that accompanied him for many years dragged him fiercely into the comatose world. Those flashing pictures invaded his brain. Fighting with those things time and time again, this time is the longest one, the spirit drives the body's reaction, Cheng Qiyan's body is like a live fish thrown into a frying pan.

He bounced and wanted to stay away from the scorching heat, but he always fell back to the original place. With a "poof", Cheng Qiyan's waving hand broke free from the needle fixed on his hand, and the saline and blood flowed from the needle. His body was still bouncing on the huge bed. Seeing that the situation was not good, Wei Fei stepped forward and held down his limbs so that he could not move any more, but his body kept convulsing and twitching.

He seems to be unable to pass this test, unable to pass, the blocked memory in his brain is like a time bomb, this day will come sooner or later, Wei Fei wants to solve it early, Cheng Hua desperately wants to stop it, Lin Shiyun tried his best Wanted to avoid it, but what brought him to this point?

No matter where he went, watching him step on that road, or rewriting it bloody, it seemed so cruel.

Cheng Qiyan stretched out his hand and grabbed his hair vigorously, his nails scraped bloodstains on his scalp, his headache felt like it was about to split open, he instinctively wanted to use this method of self-harm to get some relief.

"Qiyan...Qiyan, what's wrong with you, what are you doing? Don't scare mom, wake up, take a look...it's mom...it's mom..." Lin Shiyun was terrified by Cheng Qiyan's appearance, she used No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't hold down his son's hand.

It's my mother, it's my mother, it's her voice, from childhood to adulthood, that voice can miraculously soothe every restlessness, sadness, and pain, just like that year, that beautiful boy who fell from the sky, he was in the clinic Medicated for him, and he, like a wounded angel, temporarily rested in that small town... As time went on, the innocent heart was infiltrated with some ignorant feelings without defense.

But before the future sprouted, the boy was surrounded by a group of men in high-end suits and sat in a limousine, and then the car drove him away, but they were reluctant to part with each other but could not resist the power of fate... He walked away Afterwards, the illness suddenly rushed towards him, and at that time, his mother kept calling Cheng Qiyan's name just like now.

Lin Shiyun held her son's face, and kept kissing his forehead. Her jet-black hair turned gray from the worries of the past few days, but it was still soft and silky. They were like gentle hands brushing Cheng Qiyan's face, expelling Those messy memories made him stop struggling.

He fell asleep again, calmly and peacefully, as if he was going through that process of ignorance and death similar to death.

Three days passed, Cheng Qiyan opened his eyes under the expectation of the three people who loved him, it was Lin Shiyun, Cheng Hua, and Wei Fei... With a surprise announcement, everyone waited by the bed intently.

"Mom... I'm hungry..." These were the first words he said after waking up.

"I'm hungry, I'm hungry, tell me, what do you want to eat, mom will make it for you..." Lin Shiyun's voice trembled a little, as if pulling her son back from the hand of death.

"Porridge... put less sugar."

"Okay, let's go, you wait!"

Lin Shiyun went to the kitchen, only Wei Fei and Cheng Hua were left in the room...Cheng Qiyan looked at his father, he was a doctor who saved lives and healed the wounded, a kind and elegant man, but the light lancet in his hand, However, he has the strength to take up human life. At this moment, Cheng Qiyan understood what he was going to face next.

He calmly waited for that day to come, and no longer panicked...

Standing under the shadowless lamp, Cheng Hua smiled slightly at his son. It was an invitation from a brave man and his father's encouragement. Cheng Qiyan and Cheng Hua clapped their hands. It was a tacit understanding between men and an agreement. Then, he closed his eyes and felt the injection A cool feeling when you enter the body...

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"Xiaoyu, when will Dad come back?" The girl pressed her pink and tender face to Tan Yuran's pale face, her voice was full of stubbornness and grievance, and there was a little bit of crying, she curled her lips and suppressed her thoughts The feeling of crying, the big eyes filled with excess liquid, just refused to drop.

"Come back soon, I will definitely get him back, Xiao Ting believes in me, and also in Dad, does he love you very much, huh?" Tan Yuran pinched Xiao Ting's red nose.

"But when you entered the hospital, you said that you would take care of him when you came back, and even asked me to help you, but now you ran away in anger. Doesn't daddy want us?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's my fault. He's angry with me, but if he's not angry, Xiaoting, he will come back to see you. When the time comes, we'll catch him and make him happy. As long as he's not angry..."

"Really?"

"real!"

Tan Yuran hugged Xiao Ting in his arms to comfort him, but he didn't know what to say anymore. The pain that kept pouring out of his chest sealed his throat, and it was extremely difficult to speak and breathe. It had been almost a week, and he would Where did you go?Can he get back his person and his heart this time?