I don’t know how many times it is, that dream is still intermittent, and incomplete images emerge, all about the woman named Zhimeng, who wears an ancient costume from who knows how many years ago, laughs like a flower, and sometimes there will be a The man, whose appearance is not clear, is extremely mysterious.

An Yan felt familiar with her, as if he had known her for a long time, and wanted to treat her gently, which was a very strange thing, but An Yan didn't want to guess her, and kept trusting her subconsciously, he knew, It's dangerous.

It's not clear if it's intuition or what, but An Yan believes that she will not hurt him.This woman, whom he only met once and didn't even get along with for 10 minutes, made a great impression on him and was deeply impressed by it.

An Yan seldom promises anything. His childhood experience made him guard against everything. Even with Jiang Xiaozhu and others at first, it was only after experiencing life and death several times that he really got along with each other.

An Yan has always felt that promises are a very sacred thing, and a lifetime is really too long, so long that everything can be forgotten.Nothing lasts forever, this is something he understood and experienced when he was a child.

Shen Tu is a special existence to An Yan, he easily lets him let go of his defenses, and surrenders his life and death and trust.An Yan has an innate sense of familiarity with him. Sometimes incomplete pictures flash in his mind, which are not clear. He can only vaguely see that it is a man in a black ancient costume with gentle eyes, and the rest can no longer be seen clearly.

Then, he couldn't help but think of the man who saved him when he was a child, the man who was exquisite in appearance, but indifferent and pale, without a trace of popularity, as if he didn't exist in the world. In fact, Shen Tu's temperament was very similar to that man's, but Shen Tu's There is no such divinity in that man.

Thinking of that man, An Yan couldn't help clenching his fists. Even now, he still couldn't tell whether he was more grateful or resentful towards him.

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The middle-aged man looked at the little boy lying on the hospital bed, and finally couldn't help swallowing in a low voice.

Ever since An Yan got this inexplicable disease, he has been looking for a cure everywhere. I don’t know how many hospitals he changed, but he was helpless. After accidentally discovering that his blood can temporarily relieve An Yan’s disease, he stopped. Instead of running around, he began to stay in this hospital, but as his condition worsened, the time his blood could last became shorter and shorter, and his savings were no longer enough to support An Yan after he was hospitalized, and he finally approached the brink of collapse.

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door. The middle-aged man closed his eyes and stopped crying uselessly. He wiped his face with his sleeve casually, wiped away his tears and came to the door.

It was a man wearing a blue coat and a hood. Because his head was lowered, the overly long bangs covered most of his face, only a chin was faintly exposed, but it was extremely delicate.

The middle-aged man stopped looking, and asked suspiciously, "Who are you?"

The man didn't reply, he walked straight into the room and came to An Yan's hospital bed.

The middle-aged man approached unhappily, "No matter who you are, please don't disturb Xiaoyan's rest."

The man didn't turn his head back, he still looked at An Yan quietly, and when Andrew couldn't help but want to chase him away, he said, "I can save him."

Andrew froze for a moment, excitedly said: "Are you serious?"

The man said: "Your life, exchange his life."

Without hesitation, Andrew gritted his teeth and said, "As long as Xiaoyan recovers, I can give you whatever you want."

The man said indifferently: "I only want your life."

"it is good!"

Andrew knew that he must be crazy, otherwise he would not have agreed to such an absurd thing.He has clearly understood how intractable An Yan's illness is in the past six months, but he never expected that he would trust a man he just met.Not to mention whether he has the ability to heal, even the condition of his life-changing is very strange, but it is no less than a life-saving straw for him who is about to fall into despair.For this slim hope, for An Yan, there is nothing that cannot be sacrificed, even himself.

It is said that mother's love is great, but father's love has never been shallow. It is a matter of course in their eyes to pity the hearts of parents in the world and give everything for their children.

Another day, the man came again. He came in a hurry and seemed to be avoiding something. When he walked into the ward, he said forcefully, "Go out and wait."

Andrew was a little hesitant, but thinking of An Yan, he walked out obediently.

After closing the door, the man carefully lifted An Yan up, pinched his mouth open, picked up a fruit knife on the side, and cut towards his wrist, blood gushed out immediately, dripping extremely quickly.

The little boy's pale face looked a little weird because of the blood in his mouth. Because he was unconscious, he couldn't swallow it completely by instinct. The blood on his face could just describe his current condition.

It was too wasteful. Seeing this, the man frowned in a rare way. He could only carefully pat An Yan on the back and let him swallow slowly. The man stopped bleeding until the boy's face turned red.

He took out the gauze that had been prepared and bandaged himself, and wiped the boy's blood-stained face before opening the door to let Andrew in.

Andrew was surprised to see An Yan's blood-colored face, and touched An Yan's face again, feeling the slightly hot but real temperature, so beautiful, all the worries of half a year dissipated at this moment, he was overjoyed Cry extremely.

Seeing Andrew's appearance at this moment, the man said lightly: "I will come here at this time every day, and he will be cured in seven days."

Andrew looked at An Yan reluctantly, and said with some seriousness: "My life is here, you can take it away at any time, but..."

"Don't worry." Knowing what Andrew wanted to say, the man interrupted him, "I will arrange everything for him, as long as you are willing."

Andrew nodded with a wry smile, "Naturally, but I want to see Xiaoyan heal with my own eyes."

"Okay." The man said.

The author has something to say: The features are so obvious, do you know who the man is... As for An Yan's father's name, let's not care about these details

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