sweet love i can

Zhao Yimian was dreaming again.

This time the dream was a long corridor.

The scene looks a bit like a horror movie.

Flickering lights, oppressive shadows, and the only lit room at the end of the corridor.

It seems to be reminding visitors that something terrible is about to happen.

Zhao Yimian swallowed her saliva.

For some reason, her heart rate was inexplicably fast at this time, so fast that she felt a little... uncomfortable.

Like something bad is going to happen.

"The operation was very successful, but how much recovery can be achieved depends on the specific physical condition of the patient."

"We have tried our best to save the patient's nerves, but the risk of paraplegia and even death still exists."

"Do your best to obey the destiny..."

Her feet ran up.

It seemed that he had exhausted all his running strength, and finally came to the ward with the lights on.

The imagined doctors and nurses did not exist. In the ward, there was only a person with various tubes inserted all over his body.

It was Shen Mingchu.

She didn't know why she was lying here, but it didn't prevent her heart from being pierced the moment she saw this face clearly.

She stumbled and staggered over, and kicked the foot of the hospital bed with her toes, but there was no reaction on her face, she just held the man's hand almost reverently, and whispered her name, "Ah Chu, Ah Chu..."

As if hearing her call, the person with his eyelids tightly closed suddenly moved his eyelashes.

She leaned forward, "Ah Chu, I can't hear what you said."

"The will... the will..."

Zhao Yimian listened for a long time before she heard clearly what she was talking about was a will.

"What will, don't talk stupid!"

Tears fell down her cheeks, "Shen Mingchu, live a good life for me, live a good life... I only want you to live a good life..."

"Live well……"

"Mianmian, Mianmian?"

When Zhao Yimian was shaken awake by Shen Mingchu, she was still a little confused.

She looked at Shen Mingchu, reached out her hand subconsciously, touched her lower back, and asked, "Does it still hurt here?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore, it's over."

"Oh." Zhao Yimian's eyes were still wet, she looked a little pitiful, and she spoke slowly, "I, I had a bad dream, dreaming that you were lying on the bed and told me your will... ..."

Shen Mingchu rubbed her head, "I think you are sleepy, it's still early, why don't you sleep a little longer?"

"Okay." Zhao Yimian obediently closed her eyes.

This time, she fell asleep quickly, and slept soundly and deeply, and did not continue the dream just now.

Shen Mingchu looked at her, and couldn't hold back a kiss on her forehead.

……

After waking up, Shen Mingchu was no longer there. On the table in the restaurant, there was cold porridge, and the rice cooker kept hot steamed buns, ready to eat. Zhao Yimian took one bite, and ate two in a row. He picked up the bowl and drank the porridge with a snort.

After eating, she wiped her mouth, cleaned the table, washed the dishes and cleaned the kitchen. One of them didn't pay attention, and one of the chopsticks fell off. She bent down to pick it up, and when she got up, she suddenly felt dizzy.

Zhao Yimian has rich experience in this area, and promptly grasped the edge of the cooking table. Due to low blood pressure, this kind of dizziness when getting up is a common occurrence for her.

What was different this time was that while she was dizzy, a picture squeezed into her mind.

"……will……"

Zhao Yimian was young and also made a will.

For a person like her who has to prepare for three hours to go out, a will is simply a necessary product in life.

She wrote the electronic will early on and put it together with the outline of the word version, which divided her few properties - before, it was all given to her mother, but now Shen Mingchu and Ms. Song are half of each other, and all the body organs can be used. Donate it, burn the rest to clean up, don't want a cemetery, just throw it into the sea, flushing the toilet is not unacceptable.

It's just that she couldn't understand why she dreamed that Shen Mingchu was dying and told her about the will.

Could it be another prophetic dream... Thinking of this, Zhao Yimian's face turned pale.

He hurriedly called Shen Mingchu and asked, "Wife, wife, is there any dangerous plot in this drama?"

Having just finished filming a scene, Shen Mingchu who received the call stepped aside, "Why—"

Before she could finish speaking, she heard a loud noise.

Shen Mingchu turned his head to look, only to see a beam hitting the spot where she had just stood, impartially.

Time seemed to stand still for a second.

Everyone went crazy, especially the director, who stood up from the chair with a swipe and shouted: "Who did the security check?! What's going on!"

The whole crew seemed to be awakened and started working again.

The little assistant who was packing up next to Shen Mingchu came to Shen Mingchu's side and asked nervously, "Sister, are you okay? You scared me to death, but luckily you walked away, my God..."

Shen Mingchu was also startled for two seconds, but she was quickly brought back to her senses by Zhao Yimian's urgent voice on the phone.

"What's wrong with my wife? My wife, please talk quickly, my wife, don't scare me!"

Hearing the voice from the other side was crying, Shen Mingchu waved his hands to the little assistant, walked further away, and then whispered to Zhao Yimian: "Mianmian, you are my lucky star."

"what?"

Shen Mingchu didn't want Zhao Yimian to worry, so she didn't say anything about what happened to the crew. She waved off the director and assistant director who came up to care, saying that she was fine, leaning against the wall, and said to Zhao Yimian on the other end of the phone: "No matter what danger you encounter, As long as you are here, every danger will be turned into good fortune."

Zhao Yimian felt embarrassed, "Why are you suddenly saying such rustic love words..."

"Is it very earthy?"

"……I like."

Zhao Yimian hung up the phone with red ears.

However, Zhao Yimian couldn't hide the news of the accident from Zhao Yimian for long.

She was typing, when news of Shen Mingchu's crew accident popped up on her phone.

Someone posted a photo of the scene. The chair that Zhao Yimian sat on had been smashed so badly that it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was cut to pieces.

When Zhao Yimian saw this photo, her heart skipped a beat. She took out her mobile phone and wanted to call Shen Mingchu, but her fingerprints couldn't unlock the screen. She tried to unlock it with the password, and pressed the wrong key several times in succession. Ling's face unlock opens the phone.

She originally wanted to call Shen Mingchu, but after thinking about it, she felt that if something happened, Shen Mingchu might not tell her, so she simply called the person whose mobile phone was marked as Xiaoyu's assistant.

The little assistant was very surprised when she received Zhao Yimian's call, "Sister-in-law, what's the matter?"

"I, I just want to ask if something happened to the crew. I saw the news..."

The little assistant is also a big-hearted person, without thinking too much, he said directly: "Hey, you don't know, I was really scared to death this morning. The house where the movie was filmed this morning may have been in disrepair for a long time. There is a beam directly from The break broke in the middle, but fortunately our sister Jiren has her own way of life, and nothing happened, otherwise today's matter would be serious."

"It's fine, it's fine." Zhao Yimian breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing the director call cut, the little assistant asked, "Sister-in-law, my sister is finished filming, do you want her to answer the phone?"

"No, no, no, you let her work hard and don't bother her."

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Yimian collapsed on the sofa, his eyes were empty.

For some reason, she always felt as if she had witnessed Shen Mingchu's accident with her own eyes. When she saw the news, her blood flowed backwards, and her heart missed three beats. Only after confirming Shen Mingchu's safety from her little assistant did she feel that Blood gradually poured into his cold hands and feet.

Because of what happened in the morning, although the filming was not delayed in the afternoon, the director is not like before today. He can't wait to squeeze every minute and every second into it. Here, the evening show was originally scheduled to be postponed. Everyone should go home and have a good rest. Remember to arrive on the set on time tomorrow. Everyone should take the safety incident in the morning as a warning and take it to heart. It must never happen again. Good luck No two, Lao Chen, who is in charge of safety, I have already warned him sternly, I will give out red envelopes in the group at night to ward off bad luck, everyone remember to grab it, well, that's it, pack your things, get off work, and go home!"

"Cheng Dao is a good man!" I don't know who cheered first, and then everyone cheered.

Director Cheng walked to Shen Mingchu's side and apologized to her again, "Mingchu, what happened today is that I'm sorry for you, but luckily you're fine, otherwise my heart..."

"Isn't something wrong?" Shen Mingchu comforted, "And today's incident, I can't blame you. It's going to rain, Niang is going to get married, and that log is going to fall, who can stop it?"

She was not affected, but Director Cheng smiled wryly, "Sometimes I feel that I am hurting you by asking you to film. You have been filming for so many years, and your life was on the line twice, both on my crew. This time, last time too."

"Every industry is dangerous. Actors are already the most cost-effective. Director Cheng, I don't like to hear you say that. I didn't have any accidents in other people's crews. It only shows that I don't cooperate with other people very much. That's all, no matter how small the probability is, the base number is very high, right? You only saw the two accidents, why didn't you see the other several times we cooperated?"

"Haha, I can't say no to you, as long as you are not affected." Cheng Dao laughed and patted her on the shoulder, "Go back and have a good rest, spend more time with your wife, you won't come tomorrow morning, I will arrange tricks for you By afternoon."

Shen Mingchu imitated the cheering staff just now and said: "Cheng Dao is a good man!"

Director Cheng waved his hand, put his peaked cap on his head, and walked out of the set.

It was still early when Shen Mingchu came home, she told Zhao Yimian that she would go home early, unexpectedly when she opened the door, she saw a sweet little girl sitting in the entrance hall, sleeping against the shoe rack.

Zhao Yimian was still holding a mobile phone in his hand, the screen was on, displaying a picture of happiness and happiness. Shen Mingchu knew that Zhao Yimian liked to use the mobile phone to listen to novels, so he set the constant light on. She could almost imagine that Zhao Yimian's fingers were on the phone The scene where the head is poked to the side.

She knelt down and looked at the little girl who was sleeping in a mess.

She looked very good, her face was flushed in sleep, and her breathing was even.

The setting sun passed through the floor-to-ceiling windows and sprinkled on her hair. Zhao Yimian had never dyed her hair, but there was a lot of yellowish hair in her hair. Under the sunlight, it seemed that there was bright gold hidden in her black hair.

Very nice.

However, Shen Mingchu couldn't help thinking of the night when the little girl hugged her from behind in the same place.