Chapter 12 Chapter 9 Wedding

Walking out of the hospital, Zhang Ke angrily kicked the signboard next to him fiercely, and spit thick saliva in front of the door in disbelief. That damned doctor, when he proposed to him a partial removal of the cerebral cortex, he actually stared at him with neurotic eyes, and then unceremoniously drove Zhang Ke out. Suddenly, he felt a familiar sight staring at him. Zhang Ke raised his head and saw Qian'er! She was wearing a blue pleated skirt, and her slender waist leaned against the opposite wall. This lazy beauty looked very energetic today. "Handsome guy, do you have time? How about we go on a date?" She came over with a smile and took his hand.

"Aren't you angry with me?" Zhang Ke asked cautiously. Zhao Qian'er snorted: "I'm sorry. I don't remember anyone calling Miao'er in front of me at 12:13:05 on April 5, 2005. It’s a meaningless word.” Seeing the stunned Zhang Ke, she burst out laughing, lowered her head and scolded a fool. "Then how do you know I'm here?" He really looked like a fool, scratching his head and asking. Zhao Qian'er didn't answer, but just asked: "I heard that you are sick? What is it?" "It's no big deal." Zhang Ke replied hesitantly.

If you tell her that her brain is dying and she may become a vegetable that will spend her whole life in a dream, will she kick herself away, turn around and walk away? For some reason, ever since he knew that his consciousness would disappear completely in a few days, Zhang Ke became sensitive, timid and suspicious.Even things that used to be mostly natural are now quite difficult. Only Qian'er said slowly: "If you don't want to say it, then I won't ask." She took Zhang Ke's hand, and suddenly blushed, "Let's get married." Zhang Ke was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped.

In the past, I had cheekily proposed to her countless times, but she either blushed and shook her head lightly, saying that the time was not enough, or said with a straight face that it would be another day. Why did she suddenly propose today, and she was the one who took the initiative? Although his mind was confused, Zhang Ke immediately remembered his situation. He didn't want to drag down the woman he loved the most in his life.Shaking off her hand vigorously, Zhang Ke turned around and said to her, "Sorry! I can't do it." "Am I not good enough for you?" Zhao Qian'er asked dejectedly.

He shook his head immediately: "No! I'm not worthy of you. You won't understand that people like me have no right to marry at all. " "I know." Zhao Qian'er grabbed his hand, tried hard to put a ring on his ring finger, and said softly: "Your doctor has told me everything. I know you are out of your mind Even if you die, you also know that your memory is constantly disappearing, and you may even become a vegetable." "Then why do you still marry me? Have pity on me?" Zhang Ke shook off her hand vigorously again, roaring hysterically, a kind of cheated anger welling up spontaneously.

"Stupid! Don't you understand? I didn't accept you before because you were too immature and had no ambition at all. You only knew how to coax me with nice words. Your love letter is the best proof. , the romantic color is too heavy, and there is no calm temperament. But now I don't care, I only know that I love you! I don't want to lose you!" Qian'er burst into tears, she shed tears, and finally grabbed Zhang Ke's hand again, and put the ring tightly on his finger. She took a deep breath, facing the church in the distance with her tender body trembling, and said, "I, Zhao Qian'er, am twenty-six years old this year. From today, I will be Zhang Ke's wife."

Then, she looked at him affectionately, her eyes filled with crystal tears. Zhang Ke stood there dumbfounded, moved, and it took him a long time to smile bitterly. No matter, future troubles, let it go to hell! He read in a deep voice: "I, Zhang Ke. Although I have been a worthless and stupid guy for the past twenty-seven years, when I first met Qian'er, I had two wishes. One is To marry Zhao Qianer as his wife, and second, to be Zhao Qianer's only man and last husband!" "The wedding is over!" Qian'er raised her head and forced a smile: "There are still seven days, right! That's enough. We can do a lot of things in seven days!"

Unable to explain, Zhang Ke hugged her tightly and kissed her pink lips that were trembling with excitement. "Good God." He prayed earnestly. "Although I am not your people, I am at least a life created by you. Please listen to my first and last prayer. Even if I really lose everything one day, I beg you not to Let me forget about Qian'er, because I have decided that I will love her forever..." Sure enough, it is the season of flying flowers everywhere.In July in Huzhou, autumn in Tiaoxi finally came. "Haha, remembering the old man every night, I taught Shanyue to wait. Seeing the old man today, where does Shanyue know?"

Lu Yu was pruning the sweet-scented osmanthus in the garden, when suddenly a familiar sound of chanting poetry came from behind. The poet monk Jiaoran was holding a bag of tea seeds in high spirits, and was smiling at himself. "Brother Jiaoran, it's still noon, how dare your Shanyue show his face?" Lu Yu stopped what he was doing with a smile and greeted him. Jiao Ran shook his head and said: "No. Jing Lingzi, your thinking is too rigid, there are so many wonders in the universe, maybe the full moon is still somewhere in the sky, but we can't see it." "Brother Jiaoran taught you a lesson!" Lu Yu said solemnly.

"Oh, you are really rigid!" Jiao Randa said boringly: "You believe what I say. Please have your own ideas occasionally." Lu Yu said with a smile in the corner of his eyes: "But last year when Brother Jiaoran and I had a debate, didn't you just say that I am too assertive?" Jiao Ran was at a loss for words at once, he chuckled, and changed the subject: "I heard that you still don't want to be a 'Prince of Literature' after all? Since ancient times, that position has been a fat job that many people in the imperial court have been coveting."

"Please look over there." Lu Yu pointed to the door. I saw a big sign there that wrote impressively: "I don't envy the golden cup, I don't envy the white jade cup. I don't envy entering the province in the morning, and I don't envy entering the Taiwan in the evening. I only envy the water of the West River, which once came down to Jinling City." "Okay! What a person who doesn't envy the golden 罍! I admire it very much." The poet monk Jiaoran clapped his hands and applauded: "But why did you think of setting up this brand?" Lu Yu said calmly: "Recently, almost all the people from Cui Ziyuan's team have come to ask me this question. I am too lazy to explain one by one, so I just wrote this poem." "Cui Ziyuan?" Jiao Ran's eyes lit up: "Since when did that kid stop hating you?" "I forgot." Lu Yu smiled wryly and shook his head. Jiao Ran patted him on the shoulder vigorously, "Actually, he can't blame him. At that time, he always thought that you killed his sister, but did you really not realize Cui Miaoer's affection for you?" "Love?" Lu Yu couldn't help thinking of the poem Miao'er read when she first met her. "The late lotus in the pool is thankful, and the autumn bamboo in the window is cold. Who wants to visit each other, the frost is pure and the white lotus is fragrant." The last paragraph of the poem is quoted from Bai Juyi's "Morning Huangfu in the Early Morning on Chishang". Originally, after "Who is going to visit each other", it should be followed by "Winning girl from Xiao Lang", but the shy girl dared not say it after all. "The relationship between you and her is really messed up." Jiao Ran sighed and sighed: "If your relationship was more clear, if it weren't for that old man Cui Guofu, who was too eager to marry his daughter... If there was a If one side can say it clearly, maybe Cui Miaoer will not commit suicide, and the one who is always by your side will not be me, an ugly monk who is always alone." Lu Yu smiled wryly again: "Oh my God! I, Lu Yu, have such a virtue, how can I have the honor to be taught my feelings by a monk!" The poet monk Jiaoran chuckled, but unexpectedly did not refute. A burst of sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance rushed towards him, and Lu Yu took a deep breath. "So it's almost the twelfth of July again, so it's time to sweep Miao'er's grave." For some reason, I suddenly felt sad. He faintly felt that there was a girl's name deep in his heart, a nostalgic and sweet name. Is she called Qian'er? Four days later, April 22, 2005 AD. A sudden bell rang, and Zhang Ke woke up with a start...