after the canary left

To form knot marks, pheromones will have a lifelong dependence.

A marriage or relationship should be romantic.

The tail of summer is coming quietly, the seasons alternate, the temperature plummets, sometimes hot and cold.

Meng Shuqiao's reaction at the beginning was very strong. She was rejected by her body and needed a period of time to get used to it. She was depressed. In fact, even if Duan Sihua came, she would only smile slightly.

Time is the medicine that can heal everything, but it will leave deep scars after all.

For three meals a day, how many cooks did Ji Chengchen change? He searched all the well-known nutritionists and chefs at home and abroad, and over and over again, there were only a few dishes. I would spit it out, and I didn't like injections, so I was shaking with fear.

In fact, he is not squeamish at all, and instinctively reacts that there is nothing anyone can do.

I don't like to talk very much, and I draw dolls or kittens in the same picture book every day.

Even sleeping is still the same as before, holding the painted baby like a chest, and occasionally crying in the dream.

This is an old wound that two people have been separated forever, Ji Chengzhuo knows that no matter what he can do to make up for it, he will not be able to make him half happy.

As the days passed, there was a pink scar on the white wrist, and the granulation sprouted looked a little cute.

Meng Shuqiao herself wondered why she likes to vomit so much. Sister Duan told him that it was just a stomach flu, and it would be fine to raise it.

But brother Cheng Zhuo is so gentle and never leaves, he just thinks it's fake, and it will disappear in the future.

When he secretly took the tablet that he usually watched cartoons and searched for the reason for vomiting, he came up with a reasonable result.

Stomach cancer, terminal illness.

Is time running out?

He knew he was sick, but he didn't know what.

Looking at the answer on the tablet, the sour plum candy stuffed in his mouth was no longer tasty, it swelled up like a hoarding squirrel.

Little Shu Qiao couldn't figure out those things in his head, he was just thinking, if he died, would Brother Cheng Chen be sad?

It rained heavily and he became completely ill.

The high fever does not subside, the body temperature is always very hot, and he cannot take medicine or antipyretic injections in the stage of confinement, and needs to be boiled, Ji Chengzhuo is very distressed.

It's been two days in a row, with ups and downs.

He learned some tricks from Duan Sihua, such as...telling stories.

Sitting by the bed with a fairy tale book, all the stories in it were extremely naive. No matter what age, how old, people still listen to this kind of story about the princess knight and the big bad wolf eating the little white sheep.

He originally wanted to change it, but the person in the quilt had already prepared it.

Meng Shuqiao had just drank water, and Sister Duan gave him two extra sour plum candies. He is now awake and can't sleep.

Only a small head was exposed, and the rest of his body was tightly wrapped like rice dumplings. When he saw him take out the storybook, his eyes seemed to be shining brightly, waiting for him to tell the story.

"No..." Ji Chengzhuo covered his eyes and almost laughed: "You, really like to hear this?" He asked in disbelief.

Meng Shuqiao nodded seriously, her tone was very waxy, but her voice was hoarse: "Yes."

He asked cautiously: "Can...can you speak?"

"If you want to hear it, I'll tell you, okay?"

"Ok!"

Ji Chengzhuo pursed his lips, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he couldn't believe that he was...so easy to deceive?

During this period of time, I have been extremely gentle and caring towards him, he has always been indifferent like a wooden man and did not respond, picking up a children's storybook at random can actually make Omega look forward with anticipation in his unchanging eyes.

And, it's cute.

Meng Shuqiao doesn't understand gold and silver wealth, doesn't understand luxury enjoyment, a crippled childhood, and a dead mother.

He doesn't like piles of banknotes either, he might as well be happier with a few pages of simple storybooks.

Ji Chengzhuo is a profiteer, looking at his expectant face, he thought of the marshmallow that would shrink in his arms every time he got an injection.

He lightly rubbed his cheek with the back of his hand, and his knuckles were restrained, telling you the story?You should give me something in return. "

Meng Shuqiao was ready like a little rabbit. She pulled the quilt tightly and closed her eyes. Hearing what he said, she opened them again in a daze.

"No more sugar..."

Every time Sister Duan only gave him a few candies, and threatened him that if he ate too much, he would develop tooth decay.

Ji Chengzhuo shook his head and closed the storybook.

Meng Shuqiao buried herself under the quilt in despair.

But in the next second, the whole person was hugged, and Ji Chengzhuo tested his temperature, and it was not as hot as in the afternoon.

"I'll take you to the balcony to blow some air, sit with me for a while, and I'll tell you a story when I come back, okay?" He coaxed, but with the movements of his hands, he put the coat on him directly, as if Don't allow him to refuse.

Actually, Meng Shuqiao was still very afraid of him, and his knot was still there, but he was gentle and kept everything in his heart.

The ward is located on the seventh floor, and it is equipped with a multi-functional balcony outside, which is even large enough to walk with a wheelchair.

The summer night is about to come, the moon is bright and the sky is bright, Meng Shuqiao has no concept of time in her life. When she wakes up, she eats, takes medicine and is in a daze, and sleeps the rest of the time.

In fact, it was almost late at night.

There is no wind tonight, and there are many high-rise buildings outside the window. Looking around a hospital, other places are completely dark, as if there is a collective power outage tonight, and there are no lights in thousands of houses.

Ji Chengzhuo led him to stand on the balcony, holding him with generous hands, his palms were hot.

Although holding hands, Meng Shuqiao still wanted to keep a distance from him, and her little feet in slippers shrank back.

"Cold?"

Meng Shuqiao shook her head.

Ji Chengzhuo took out his mobile phone and glanced at the time. It was 2 minutes before 12 o'clock.

"Cinderella is after 12 o'clock, and the pumpkin carriage and everything will be taken back by magic. Do you want to know what will happen after 12 o'clock?" he asked.

Meng Shuqiao was about to turn her head to look at him, but her eyes were covered and her hands were in front of him.

Counting down with a sound: "Ten, nine, eight..."

Across the boundless moonlight, the city center far, far away squeaked, and something continuously rose into the night sky.

During the final countdown to [-], Meng Shuqiao saw the light again, and there were crackling sounds all around.

The twelve o'clock time was perfectly stuck, and the city was filled with fireworks in an instant, and the continuous flames in the sky were like blooming flowers.

Breaking through the dark night, embellished with the brilliance like shooting stars.

Meng Shuqiao raised her head, beautiful flowers were reflected in her pupils, she was stunned in place, but she was pleasantly surprised.

It's fireworks...

Sparks alternate, blooming in the eyes one after another, bang bang, forming various patterns in the whole air, the light is almost as bright as day.

Afterwards, Ji Chengchen held his hand with a gorgeous little firework in his hand, approached and hugged him very lightly from behind: "Does it look good?"

"Ok!"

He moved his hands, making wreaths in the air in a novelty, his eyes narrowed slightly and he smiled, he had never played this before, and he was as easy to coax as a child.

Ji Chengzhuo looked at his smiling side face, his eyes sparkled with different fiery, Xiao Shuqiao felt that she was being stared at, turned her head to look at him, and the little fireworks waving in the air stopped moving.

Flickering and dimming, the person who hides first when the four eyes meet is the loser.

The point in Xiaolu's eyes is pure white paper, but every scar needs Alpha to smooth it out.

Meng Shuqiao's small face was full of baby fat, and it looked soft and easy to pinch. He looked at it, and saw the Band-Aid still attached to his chest through his hospital gown.

For a moment, the intense and uneasy feelings almost wanted him to kiss him deeply, and almost fell.

The silent and noisy city is filled with fireworks symbolizing love.

Ji Chengzhuo hugged him from behind, his broad arms became tighter and tighter greedily, at the moment after twelve o'clock, he kissed Meng Shuqiao's hair lightly. "Jojo, happy birthday."

He hesitated for a moment, looked at the fireworks in his hand, and murmured in frustration, "Birthday..."

Today turned out to be his birthday, March 3.

He's already... 20 years old.

"Qiaoqiao, let's spend every birthday together in the future, okay?" Ji Chengzhuo's voice trembled, and his cold face pressed against his neck: "Every year, we will put together some beautiful pictures together." fireworks."

He can even shut down the entire city, leaving only his own heart to light and beat for him.

"The company is very busy, I...I want to be obedient, but birthday, but..."

At this time last year, the two had just got married, and he used the company's excuse to prevaricate the omega who loves him, and let him eat cold longevity noodles in an empty house alone.

Meng Shuqiao looked at the gorgeous and beautiful fireworks, and at the man beside him who was once out of reach, he just wanted to vomit.

Smelling the dusty smell in the air, and reeling in his stomach, he thought about the answer given to him on the tablet, and decided that his time was numbered.

"Brother Cheng Chen, if I die, will you remember me like... I remember my mother?" He seriously raised doubts, as if asking a question—one equals two.

Ji Chengzhuo's face was stiff, and his smile was congealed: "I won't die, I will protect you, I won't, don't think about it... Qiao Qiao, please, don't think about it..."

"My mother will also tell me stories, she said... Jojo is the best! In the past." He murmured into memories: "Mom said."

"Yes, Qiao Qiao is the best..." Ji Chengzhuo rubbed against his face lightly, as long as it was a little closer.

But Meng Shuqiao sniffed the tip of her nose, choked up inexplicably, tears fell on the back of Ji Chengchen's hand: "Qiaoqiao is not good at all..."

"Brother Cheng Chen doesn't like me...Baby doesn't like me either, I..."

None remained.

He touched his lower abdomen sadly, dreaming sweet dreams every day, hoping that it would bulge up again and the baby would live in it again, but it didn't.

"I really want to hate Brother Cheng Zhuo... But Qiao Qiao is worthless, so I can't do it..."

"You can hate me if you want, you can beat me and scold me, Qiao Qiao, you are the best..." He held Meng Shuqiao's face and coaxed her.

I thought that the fireworks all over the city could give him a bit of romance.

Meng Shuqiao shook her head, grabbed the firework stick tightly with her hand, and burned her palm, Ji Chengzhuo didn't have time to hold it, broke his palm and threw it away, speechless in shock.

This is a patient with severe depression. He is usually no different from normal people, but under the fireworks all over the city, he has no hope of rebirth.

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The author has something to say

I originally wanted to write about Tian Sisi in this chapter, why did it change? ?Qiao Qiao: It's terminally ill, I'm going to die...

Ji Gou: Is it useful to kneel down for Jojo?woo woo woo woo