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▍Final Chapter

About two months later, the pair of "Street Corner" was actually sold at a good price, and even received good reviews in the circle.

When Ruan Mian received the news, she danced happily, wrapped in a thick down jacket, almost tripped herself, and couldn't wait for a second to call Jiang Song, "This is a good start, Painter Jiang, you Don't get carried away, we have to study and polish and make persistent efforts! Hahahahahaha... I have a good eye!"

Jiang Song, "..."

Whose state looks more like getting carried away?

Regarding Jiang Song and Ruan Mian's matter, Jiang's father and Jiang's mother have not made a final statement, but they have never come forward to obstruct it. Ruan Mian met them once in the middle. Jiang Hao'an is okay, and he can still maintain decent manners. I can't give a good face.

Ruan Mian was very calm and didn't mind. He understood that everything would take time to calm down, so he could only let them accept it little by little.

Then he turned his face and put the pressure on Jiang Song. He urged Jiang Song to work hard like a monk chanting scriptures. He didn't want to be a contemporary Su Daji.

In the blink of an eye, during the winter solstice, in the heavy snowfall in the north, Ruan Mian received great news—his mother's kidney source matching was successful.

He didn't know what was going on this year, it seemed that God paid off all the things he lacked in the first half of his life, and also gave him more than 20 years of interest.

Ruan Mian didn't dare to delay for a moment and asked for leave to go home to pick up his mother. Jiang Song insisted on going with him, but Ruan Mian couldn't help it, so he helped him carry a bunch of meeting gifts that were comparable to being hired with a dark face.

As a result, when Boss Xiaojiang and his mother-in-law officially met, he was so nervous that he almost didn't speak neatly.

Ruan Mian hugged the marshmallow to watch the excitement, gloating and shouting, "Heaven is good for reincarnation, let's see who God spares."

Ruan Mian has always been an optimistic person, and he also knows how rare it is to match the five points of kidney transplantation, and Jiang Song even found the best doctor, which is already the limit of manpower.

But at the beginning of the operation, he was still so nervous that he couldn't sit still, pacing back and forth with his mind full of anxiety, staring at the indicator lights outside the operating room, and didn't even dare to go out to smoke a cigarette to relax.

No matter how long the operation lasted, Jiang Song waited with him outside the operating room. After hearing the news, Yi Xiu packed a bunch of food, but Ruan Mian was not in the mood to eat.

Until the red light turned off during the operation and changed to green, the doctors and medical staff walked out of the operating room and informed that the blood supply of the kidneys had recovered, there was no ischemic necrosis and acute rejection, and the operation went very smoothly.

It was then that Ruan Mian seemed to have been drained of all energy and energy, and was overwhelmed by exhaustion, his eyes darkened, and he fell into Jiang Song's arms and gasped.

"I can't afford to pay back this favor. I'll sell it to you for the rest of my life. You can see if it's enough."

Jiang Song rubbed him and laughed at his stupidity, "You are a priceless treasure."

Jiang Song used money to arrange a luxurious single ward, found the best nurses, came to visit his mother-in-law almost every day, worked diligently, and collected some books to pass the time for her every now and then.

During the period, Jiang Yuan also came a few times, bringing little pistachio jingles, and chatting with Ruan's mother.

Although Jiang Hao'an and Wen Ziyi didn't show up, they were given a lot of supplements as a token of their appreciation.

On the rest day, Ruan Mian was lying on the small table drawing pictures, Jiang Song was peeling apples aside, and Ruan’s mother’s mobile phone charging on the bedside suddenly rang, and it was a WeChat message—“How do you feel today?”

Ruan Mian stretched out her head to look, and said "Hey Hey", "Uncle Xu."

Ruan's mother gave him a gouged look in embarrassment, picked up the phone, and there were faint smile lines at the corners of her eyes.

The windows of the ward are bright and clean, and the nurses tidy it up very diligently. There is almost no oppressive smell unique to hospitals.

On the head of the bed is a freshly planted perfume lily, and the water droplets on the petals are crumbling; the small coffee table is full of fruit baskets, milk and tonics sent by people from all walks of life.

Ruan Mian got up and stretched, thumped his shoulders, and made a gesture of smoking to Jiang Song, "I want to go out and have a good time, shall we come together?"

Jiang Song cut the apple and handed it to Ruan's mother while rejecting him, "I won't go, the smell of cigarettes is too strong for both of us."

Ruan Mian slipped away resentfully, with a lock of dull hair on the top of her head. When she went out, she happened to meet Yan Jin and Geng Wanwan who came to visit. He hugged them, and the three figures hooked their shoulders together and disappeared out of the glass window together.

Jiang Song withdrew his gaze, his eyes filled with lingering light and tenderness.

Ruan's mother took a deep look at him, and sighed softly, "Our family, Ruan Mian, is careless and careless, and his mouth is so poor, you should be more careful."

Jiang Song was taken aback for a moment, then the corners of his lips curved slightly, "No, he's fine."

The towering dead trees outside the window are hung with unmelted residual snow, and icicles are dotted on the eaves, which are crystal clear by the early sunshine.

The room was warm, and Mother Ruan was leaning on the soft pillow of the hospital bed, smiling.

Her son has better vision and luck than her.

About 10 minutes later, Ruan Mian reappeared at the door, pushed Yan Jin and Geng Wanwan in, and beckoned to Jiang Song.

Jiang Song went out with him in a daze, until he walked to the corner at the end of the corridor, and then Ruan Mian mysteriously took out a small velvet box from his trouser pocket.

"I wanted to wait until I got back to give it to you, but Wanwan brought it just now, so I couldn't hold back." Ruan Mian opened the box like offering a treasure, triumphantly, "How about it, Master Ruan designed it himself, it's unique."

Inside the box is a pair of couple rings. The style has never been seen on the market. It is simple and elegant, and all the care is hidden in the details.

Without waiting for Jiang Song to answer, Ruan Mian grabbed his hand, put the ring on his ring finger, and muttered, "If you wear my ring, you will be mine, and you can't go back on your word, Mr. Jiang, are you willing? "

In this deserted corner, Jiang Song stepped forward and hugged his little sun tightly.

His voice was very low, and he seemed hoarse with a tight throat, "Of course I would."

Little Sunny rubbed his neck in satisfaction, "Then I'm willing too... wait a minute, you don't care about me if you put it on yourself?!"

The end of the new year is approaching, and Y·H is full of festive excitement everywhere.

They experienced ups and downs this year, and found life in a desperate situation. Especially when the year-end performance was calculated, Lao Meng was in a good mood, so he simply spent a lot of money and arranged an extraordinarily grand annual meeting.

Ruan Mian's recent life has been going well, she is proud of everything, and she doesn't need to be persuaded at all, so she cast aside the "I will never drink again" that she promised Jiang Song at the beginning.

Geng Wanwan is a very prescient person, looked at the time, looked at the master who had started to giggle, and felt that the time had come, so she called Jiang Song and told her that the meat ticket was in her hands, and brought two boxes of milk flavor to Bu Er to redeem it quickly , must be milk flavor, bought the wrong ticket.

When the guests left after drinking, Lao Meng gave each employee a red envelope. Gu Lin and Yan Jin supported Ruan Mian with each hand, and sighed at each other. Their skillful movements made people feel distressed.

In the parking lot outside the hotel, Jiang Song was wearing a well-tailored black coat, standing tall and waiting beside the car. Seeing them coming out in groups, he stuffed a lollipop into Geng Wanwan's arms, and walked forward quickly She took Ruan Mian and wrapped him tightly in a down jacket.

Ruan Mian groaned in disbelief, patted off his clothes and muttered that he didn't wear them, put his hand into Jiang Song's coat and wrapped his arms around his waist, following his body temperature, he burrowed into the man's arms.

Y·H's colleagues were silent, they watched the sky and the sky, and those who watched the earth looked at the earth, but they just couldn't see Ruan Mian anyway.

Lao Meng looked disgusted, "Tsk."

Jiang Song greeted them politely, carefully tore off the dog skin plaster, and stuffed it into the car.

On the co-pilot, Ruan Mian curled up comfortably, holding a thermos bottle filled with honey water, staring out the window in a daze.

It was very late, the winter night was empty and lonely, there were few vehicles on the road, and the orange street lamps stood on both sides, winding towards the distance.

Occasionally, a pedestrian returning late wrapped his coat tightly and buried his head against the howling cold wind; there were fruit stalls on the side of the road that were confiscated, and the owner was huddled in his military coat, alone, playing with his mobile phone shivering.

When the excitement dissipated, what awaited him was no longer an empty home and a long and lonely road, he had Jiang Song.

Peace of mind is home.

Ruan Mian turned her head with a smile and looked at Jiang Song, her drunken eyes filled with gentle joy.

Jiang Song cast a slanted glance at him, "Why are you smirking?"

Ruan Mian laughed even more happily, "Jiang Song."

"Ok?"

"God really treats me well."

That smile was so contagious that Jiang Song followed him unconsciously, "Silly."

"Jiang Song."

"Ok?"

"I love you so much."

Taking advantage of the gap between the traffic lights, Jiang Song looked at him, "Me too."

I found you in the sea of ​​people, and I no longer walk alone.

We are ready to deeply accept those unexpected miracles that suddenly appeared in the long years, the appearance of comets, and the sudden gale of wind.

The author says:

We are ready to deeply accept those unexpected miracles that suddenly appeared in the long years, the appearance of comets, and the sudden gale of wind. ——Feng Zhi's "Sonnets"

This is the end~

In the past two years, due to the changes in life, coupled with the fact that my body has not been strong enough to support work and coding at the same time, I am sorry for the delay, and I will definitely learn my lesson and save the manuscript...

I am really very grateful that there are still little angels watching, rolling in place and adding a 720-degree Thomas roundabout thanks.