Ren is ruthless and touching

Chapter 33

Many beautiful things often have a shelf life.In the blink of an eye, winter has passed and spring has entered, but some people can't wait for summer and autumn.Before May, Wuqing was admitted to the hospital again for another 20 days.

In the hospital, the pale walls.

Since waking up last time, Wuqing has been in a coma for two days, and his life is slowly disappearing with the failure of each organ in his body.

His spirit is getting weaker and weaker, and the time he falls asleep is getting longer and longer each time. He is clearly in his twenties, but his body organs look like a 70-year-old man.The doctor has only one sentence for everyone who comes to ask about the condition: In the end, these organs will go on strike one by one, with arrhythmia, increased oxygen consumption, hepatic encephalopathy and coma, until the failure of the life-supporting organ system takes him away. s life.The doctor was very calm when he described it, but it made people feel palpitations.

Especially before the god of death came, Fang Ying looked at his pale and thin cheeks, and was very afraid that he would really fall asleep and never wake up again.

But the ticking instruments around him, the curves drawn on the ECG screen, and the lonely oxygen hose all told him that if he held him like this, maybe he would be more nostalgic and walk more slowly.

When Fang Yingkan was thinking wildly, his ruthless eyelashes trembled, and he woke up unexpectedly.

Fang Ying saw his heart move, and quickly squeezed his hand.

Wu Qing only glanced sideways at him slightly, and Fang Ying looked at him with a chill in his heart.These days when he was seriously ill, his eyes that were as clear as moonlight gradually dimmed, but today, the afternoon sun shattered and scattered in his eyes, but they were a bit brighter than usual; his somewhat gray face was also alive .

Although he really didn't want to admit it, Fang Yingkang knew that this was the flashback before he left.

Wuqing opened her eyes, Yingying looked at Fang Yingkan, and said in a hoarse voice: "Can you take me away..." The following words were a bit sleepy, "It's really cold here... .”

When he said that, Fang Yingkan's nose ached, and he squeezed his fingers tightly: "I'll take you home."

As he said that, he removed the monitoring equipment and various life-support catheters on Wuqing's body, picked him up and left this place that he had always been very resistant to.

Along the way, Fang Yingkan drove very steadily and slowly, as if he couldn't reach home, Wuqing would always sit beside him in the co-pilot, breathing calmly and steadily.

But, how can there be no end to the road?

Fang Yingkan loosened his seat belt for him, hugged his thin body which was almost weightless, and sat on the lawn under a fruit tree in the garden of the villa.

Fang Yingkan has planted a lot of plants in the private garden of the villa. It is approaching early summer, and the weather in May is mild with spring breeze. "National beauty and heavenly fragrance".Fang Yingkan thought, Wuqing likes this place.Although he didn't say it clearly, before when his health was not so bad, he would often come to take care of it; later, when his physical strength was weak, he was willing to move a chair so that he could sit in it and watch these plants quietly.

Fang Yingjian didn't have much interest in these biological creatures that couldn't speak or move, but they had already grown strong when he bought this villa, so he kept them and hired them regularly. The gardener came to maintain it, but he didn't expect that he would love it so much after being seen by Wuqing.In the past, when he passed by and saw these things when he went home, he would occasionally feel refreshed; but today when he looked at them, he only felt uncomfortable.

It's May, and everything is so vibrant, but why doesn't this person in his arms want to look at him a few more times?

Wuqing's body was very light, but Fang Yingkan's arms felt extremely heavy. He looked at this person leaning against him quietly, as if he was just asleep, but his skin, which was so white that it was almost transparent under the sun, was lifeless, cruelly It indicates that he will die soon.

At this time, a car stopped outside the gate of the villa. Several people who got out of the car briefly talked to the policeman guarding the gate, then walked in and stopped quietly a few meters away, not approaching, far away. Looking at Fang Yingkan and ruthlessly.

Fang Yingjian tightened his arms around Wuqing, and whispered in his ear: "Yayu, look, your Shishu, your three juniors, Qi Shaoshang, Gu Xichao, they all came to see you gone."

Wuqing slowly opened his eyes, all his body organs are already at the end of their strength, the surrounding flowers are actually very strong, but he can only smell a faint fragrance; although he is looking hard, the things in his vision are very blurred, Uncle Shi They stood not far away, and he could only vaguely make out some outlines; the only thing he was lucky about was that he could still hear Fang Yingkan talking, and the last sliver of clarity remained in his mind.

The corners of his lips twitched in relief, maybe it was his thanks for them coming to see them off.

Fang Yingkan put his lips against Wuqing's ear, and said in a low voice, slowly: "Didn't you always want to know what the third sentence your uncle said when he saw me?" His long eyelashes trembled. Although he couldn't see clearly, he kept listening.

"He said that although Yayu is a stubborn child, his heart is clean and kind. He just needs someone to take him to the sun to experience that warm and beautiful feeling. Your uncle always thinks that I am That person," when he said this, his voice was a little choked up, but he could not let the sadness flow out.

"Unfortunately, I didn't make it."

Maybe he had many opportunities to stop it, but he didn't, and even acted as an accomplice.

Ruthlessly raised his finger, although he couldn't see it, he could feel Fang Yingkan's warm hand firmly holding his, so he raised his lips and seemed to use a lot of effort to speak: "No... .You did it..." After a pause, he tried to hold his breath, and then said, "Fang Yingkan...Thank you...I... .”

"I" what?

He clearly still had strength and time to speak, but he stopped talking here.

They all remember that there is a word that is as important as life, and they dare not say it lightly.

Fang Yingkan only looked at him, huddled in his arms, slowly closed his eyelashes, and gently took his last breath, leaving a peaceful smile on his face forever in this world.

"Yayu..." Fang Yingkan lowered his head and buried his head in his neck. He didn't know if he was crying, but a light breeze picked up the corners of their clothes, and the surrounding area was full of fragrance. In the sea of ​​fragrant flowers, a petal falls without a trace.

Everything is still blooming.

The setting sun outside the window slanted into the room on the top floor of the six doors.Everything in the room was neatly organized, Zhuge Zheng stood in front of a scroll hanging on the wall with his hands behind his back, and there were two packed suitcases at his feet.

The scroll is a picture of peonies:

The corolla is huge, the bright red double petals are stacked, the stamens are dotted with light yellow, and the left and right are supported by green leaves.Rich and beautiful, colorful and not vulgar.At first glance, it is the handwriting of a national master.

"Knock, knock." There were two knocks on the door, and Zhui Ming gently pushed it away without waiting for the old man in the room to answer.

He looked around the neat and tidy room, then walked obediently to the side behind Zhuge Zhengwo, and stood with his head bowed: "Uncle Shi, the car is ready, it's time to go."

"Let's go." The old man looked away from the scroll, turned and walked towards the door.

Zhuiming picked up the two suitcases at his feet, followed Uncle Shi, and also walked out of the room.

The peony painting on the wall gradually disappeared from Zhui Ming's sight as the door closed. Maybe he would never have the chance to see this painting again in this life.

But what does it matter?

This painting has been here longer than him. He is so familiar with this famous painting that he can print its lifelike appearance in his mind with his eyes closed, and the poem mentioned in the upper right corner of the painting is about learning art. The first ancient poem he can memorize if he is not good:

"Peony Flower" Luo Yin

It seems that there is another reason for the total east wind, and Jiang Luo's high rolls are beyond spring.

If you teach and explain language, you should pour the country, even if it is ruthless, it will also move people.

The peony and the king are close, where is the hibiscus to avoid the dust.

Poor Han Ling, after his success, failed to live up to Yunhua.

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The author has something to say: It's over, readers of HE control please hit me~ As the saying goes, "Every regret in the world can be said to be reunion at the end"~ Meh~

☆, postscript

Five years later.

Grain Rains season.suburbs.

The rain is falling, and the silent cemetery is located here. The rain has washed the grass into a bright green color, and the marble tombstones seem to be newly built.

A handsome young man stood there in a solemn black suit, holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand without an umbrella.

Water droplets slid down his smooth cheeks, and he just quietly looked at the photo on the tombstone without moving.

I don't know how long it was frozen like this, another man walked over, he held a black umbrella, and quietly stopped beside him.

The young man didn't look sideways, he just put the flowers in his hand next to the tombstone unhurriedly, then turned around and said softly, "Thank you, Mr. Fang. My family members have been released safely."

Fang Ying stared at the silent tombstone, the big umbrella covered some of his expressions, making it difficult to see clearly. "This is his wish, and I will definitely fulfill it."

Ye Gao has grown a lot taller, and his height must have surpassed Wu Qing's before. He has darkened, and his facial features have become more three-dimensional. These few years are enough for him to grow into a handsome and mature man.

His gaze turned to the photo: "I have always owed my son an apology and a thank you," a wry smile flowed on his lips, "but, to him, I just can't say it."

"Then owe it. Anyway, he doesn't need it." Fang Yingkan responded like this, and saw a tear roll out of the boy's big and bright eyes.

Listening to him choking and crying: "He clearly promised me that I will see him when I come back from graduation..."

Rain is cold, tears are hot.

Fang Ying was silent for a while, then suddenly asked: "You graduated this year, would you like to work in my company?"

Ye Gao looked up at the man suspiciously: "I heard that Mr. Fang moved most of the company's business to the United States and recruited me..." He glanced at the person on the tombstone, "Look at me, you won't think of...the old man Come?"

Fang Yingkan provoked a smile and said, "Wouldn't that be better?"

Then turned and left on the stone road soaked in rain and flower fragrance.