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Jiang Jing's eyelids are heavy, she can't feel her own existence, her soul seems to be floating in mid-air, watching her dying ugly state with cold eyes.

It was pitch black everywhere, with no human habitation or hustle and bustle. He wanted to stand up, but his arms and limbs were pulled by an invisible force, pinning him in place.

Day after day, day after day, he could only stare at the darkness tirelessly with his eyes open.

After an unknown period of time, he felt that strength gradually disappear, and he was able to regain control of his body.

He slowly opened his eyes, the scattered vision gradually gathered, and a colorful world was reflected in front of his eyes.

The quiet and drowsy ward exuded the pungent smell of disinfectant, and there were beeps of instruments.

where is this?

Jiang Jing moved her fingers, and then felt something hot, she lowered her eyelids, a beautiful fair face lay beside his arm, her eyelashes were quietly closed, she didn't know how long she had slept here.

The dry lips opened and closed, making silent mouth shapes.

...Wen Tian.

As if sensing something, Wen Tian in his sleep frowned and woke up leisurely.

He was still a little dazed, but he had the habit of waking up and taking a look at Jiang Jing's state. He didn't report any hope, but he was looking at a pair of dull eyes.

Wen Tian stared wide-eyed blankly, as if he couldn't believe it, he stammered, "You, are you awake?"

Jiang Jing looked at him without blinking, and traced every facial feature with his eyes. After a while, he let out a hoarse and cracked "hmm".

"Wait, wait for me!" Wen Tian sucked in his sore nose, stood up hastily and called the doctor.

The doctor in a white coat hurried in, stepped over to the bed and examined Jiang Jing for a while. Jiang Jing was like a lifeless puppet, letting them open their eyelids and shine with a flashlight.

Half a minute later, the doctor stopped and turned to look at Wen Tian. A business-like voice came from behind the mask: "All the indicators have returned to normal, but since he just woke up, he may not be able to speak much or have much energy. , Drowsiness, loss of appetite, these are all normal phenomena.”

"Now he just needs to wait for his body to recuperate. He will stay in the hospital for about a month. He can only eat some liquid food at the beginning, and then he can eat some normal meals later. And try not to let the patient have too violent mood swings."

Wen Tian listened carefully to each word and nodded.

After the doctor ordered, he closed the door and walked out, leaving only two people in the ward.

The soundproofing effect of the quiet ward is good, there is no noise at all, even Jiang Jing's gentle breathing can be heard.

Jiang Jing tilted his head slightly, and cast his eyes on Wen Tian. He saw that Wen Tian's expression was not right.

Wen Tian sat on the stool next to the hospital bed, only glanced at Jiang Jing's pale and thin arm, the tears that had been suppressed just now flowed down, slipped through the red eyes, and dripped onto the white chin.

Jiang Jing had been lying down for too long, lost weight, and had no strength left, so she could barely lift her clean finger and wipe the tears from Wen Tian's chin, "...why are you crying?"

It was just such a simple action that made Wen Tian really feel that Jiang Jing had woken up, and the tears fell even more.

Wiping his tears, his eyelashes trembling with water, he choked up and said, "You've slept for too long."

Jiang Jing asked patiently: "How long?"

"Half, half a month," Wen Tian lowered his head, stumbled, and spit out words like peas: "I come every day, every day, but you don't open your eyes once, I have a lot to say to you , but I told you, but you didn't respond."

Jiang Jing blinked slowly, trying to reach out to touch his head, but couldn't even do that.

With a salty taste in his mouth, Wen Tian pursed his lips and said, "If I knew you would be like this, then I, I would definitely not let you go."

Jiang Jing glanced at the hand on his knee that was about to bleed, frowned, and said in a hoarse voice, "... baby, let go."

Wen Tian acted as if he hadn't heard of it, his small and delicate face was flushed red, tears fell to his straight and greasy collarbone, soaking the front of his clothes.

"Pei En said that this is the best hospital in Capital Star, but none of them can cure you, you just don't wake up, you just keep sleeping."

"They all say that you may lie down like this for the rest of your life, but, but, I don't want to..."

"I can't live without you," Wen Tian's voice was trembling, so small that it was almost inaudible, "I only have you."

Only you.

Mom and Dad are gone.

This was the first time he made such a serious confession, but it made Jiang Jing's heart ache.

He stared at Wen Tian for a long time, propped up his slightly thin upper body, approached his bloodless lips, touched Wen Tian's forehead lightly, and said hoarsely.

"Not anymore, I will always be here."

……

After all, Jiang Jing is an admiral with great military exploits, and the Federation is very kind to him, giving him the best ward, the best care, and the best food, and never let him go hungry.

Dean Chu and Pei En often came to visit him. When they came, they would tell him about the current situation of Capital Star and report some simple tasks. In addition, some people who Jiang Jing had saved often came to visit him.

Two dials in the morning and three dials in the afternoon almost never stopped. The fruit baskets and flowers in the ward could hardly be filled. no.

The lively days are not boring.

It was so peaceful and peaceful until the day Jiang Jing was discharged from the hospital.

Jiang Jing didn't let Pei En pick him up, saying he wanted to take Wen Tian somewhere.

Wen Tian felt that his injury was not healed yet, and told him to go home first, but Jiang Jing was very stubborn, saying that he must be taken, but Wen Tian had no choice but to push him into the car.

The car finally stopped at a cemetery.

It can be seen that people often take care of it, the path is clean, there are no autumn leaves, the big trees are shaded, and the mild and dry sunlight leaks down, warming the ten thousand hectares of land.

Wen Tian was held by Jiang Jing and licked his lower lip, feeling his heart beating a little faster, "Why did you bring me here?"

Jiang Jing turned her eyes sideways and said softly: "You will know later."

Five minutes later, the two stopped in front of two tombstones.

Jiang Jing's rare expression was a little unnatural, his Adam's apple rolled, and he said: "Before I went to catch Wen Chen, I asked some people and put my uncle and aunt here. It is clean here, and people often clean it. I don't know if they will like it." .”

Wen Tian's eyes were sour, his heart swelled and shrank, he opened his mouth but forgot to speak, and he whispered after a long time.

"...I will definitely like it."

There was no dust on the tombstone, with a few bunches of white flowers on it, and a few words carved on it with one stroke, which happened to constitute the two people he missed most.

After hearing the story, Qiao Lan resigned.

The living are united, and the dead are not separated.

very nice.

His life is absurd, unfortunate and ridiculous, but he can return to peace in the end.

It could not be better.

——End of text——

The author has something to say:

Although I am very reluctant, I still have to say, it is over.

I saw the comments from Baozi. In fact, I didn’t forget the mind reading, but I felt that the later plot would not be used, and it was embarrassing to impose.

The next book is Little Poor Cannon Fodder. It should be released in December. I haven't figured out when yet. There may or may not be a side story.

Finally, kiss the treasures and send red envelopes to everyone~