Chapter 65 A-2

The moment the mystery was revealed, Sang Li suddenly felt that something was pulled from his heart, like a small ray of soul, floating into those black holes that he didn't want to touch but could not avoid. The sun is so bright, a large flower spot blooms on the table, and then expands infinitely, holding Sangli's breath tightly. Her eyes and ears must be broken, she thought. Aunt Qin's wry smile and Aunt Qin's voice are not real. Aunt Qin... Perhaps, she should be called Shen Yuemei? Shen Yuemei said: "I'm sorry, I kept it from you. In fact, I recognized you at the beginning, but I thought it was over and you had a new life, so I didn't want to cause you trouble. But then suddenly something like this happened As a mother, I really have no other choice but to come to you."

Her expression contained pain: "Ms. Sang, I beg you on behalf of my son, can you go and see him?" It was the despair of a mother, and every word was heavy: "Shen Jie, he has liver cancer." Just for a moment, Sang Li's face turned pale. Liver cancer? How could it be - I just saw him in "Mei Se" a while ago, although he was a little thinner, he was still so gentle and refined.She didn't even look at him, but she knew that he was sitting there, listening to her singing quietly. At that time, wasn't he still in good shape? Suddenly I thought of Ai Ningning, such a lively, talkative and laughing person, because of cancer, he disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Is it really a curse? Could it be true that none of the people around me can keep... Before going to the hospital, Sang Li accompanied Shen Yuemei back to Li Garden to get Shen Jie's underwear. This is the second time Sang Li has come to Li Garden. The leaves in summer are luxuriant, and the scenery that I had no time to see last time passed by under the guidance of Shen Yuemei: there are red carps jumping on the lake, a small clump of green bamboos is full of vitality by the stones of Taihu Lake; In the quiet afternoon, only the singing of Zen is louder, which seems to be more in line with the phrase "the forest is quieter with the noise of cicadas, and the mountain with birdsong is more secluded".

Shen Yuemei said softly as she walked: "Actually, at the beginning, the board of directors did not approve of this project. The cost was huge and the capacity was low. It was said to be a high-end hotel or club, but apart from the garden, it seemed that there was no special feature. Only Shen Yuemei Jie supported by himself, and worked hard to explain his ideas to the elderly members of the board of directors. You also know that he has always been a discerning investor, so it didn't take long to appease everyone into obedience, and this project was approved. horse." Sang Li didn't speak, just looked at Shen Yuemei, feeling heavy in his heart, unable to say anything.

Shen Yuemei turned around and took Sangli's hand, and said eloquently: "After the project started, he contacted the foreign affairs department to gain government background and attract foreign guests who are interested in traditional Chinese architecture but cannot live in private gardens. , and later provided banquet halls to foreign-funded companies, and the tail teeth have been beautifully done several times. He also hired top Huaiyang cuisine chefs, insisting on building the most high-end Huaiyang cuisine restaurants and the most quiet and private holiday clubs... ...As a result, you also thought of it, big investment brings big returns, in three years, the brand of "Liyuan" has become more and more famous, and the one in front of you is the seventh one."

"Actually, I've been here before." Sang Li finally spoke. "Oh?" Shen Yuemei looked at her. "Tian Miao, do you know Mrs. Shen's secretary, she is my sister." Sang Li smiled wryly. "I see." Shen Yuemei nodded, "You must have seen the portrait in the backyard." Sangli nodded. Shen Yuemei sighed deeply, her voice full of pain: "Sang Li, please allow me to call you that." Her eyes were so earnest: "If possible, I would like to ask you to accompany Shen Jie, is that okay?" "I don't want...a white-haired person to send a black-haired person..." Shen Yuemei turned her head to hide the twinkling tears.

Sangli's heart sank, his eye sockets were swollen, and his nose began to feel sour. Suddenly, he remembered that in the days when he was the most fearful and helpless, it was Shen Jie who was by her side, hugging her tightly, and accompanying her through every empty night. So today, do you really want her to accompany him and accompany him through the past? The hospital still had that nasty smell of disinfectant. Sang Li hates this smell, because it is mixed with the disgusting old atmosphere, and it seems to remind you inadvertently: there is always something that you can't forget even if you spend your whole life.

She slowed down, as if she could delay something this way, Shen Yuemei roughly realized it, but didn't speak. Because it is a high-grade ward, there is no disorderly footsteps in the corridor, but the silent sunlight is shining—pale, lifeless sunlight. Sang Li couldn't help shivering. Shen Yuemei walked to the door of a ward, pushed the door and walked in. Sang Li stopped, but hesitated. Through the half-open door, she could even see Shen Yuemei sitting gently on the side of the bed, holding the hand of the person on the bed.Looking at it from Sang Li's point of view, she couldn't see the face of the person on the bed, but she could still feel the familiar breath—every morning, she used to sit by the bed like this, reaching out to pat Shen Jie's face, to wake him up .When he stayed in bed, she pinched his nose to prevent him from breathing.He couldn't bear it anymore, he would open his eyes suddenly, stretch out his hand and pull Sang Li onto the bed, cover it tightly with the quilt, and form a ball, and then get up under Sang Li's hard struggle, stretching contentedly.

That was only three or four years ago, only a thousand days and nights, how could life and death be discussed? Shen Yuemei talked softly to the person on the bed: "Aren't you asleep? Look who's here?" She turned her head and waved. Sang Li took a deep breath and entered the door with stiff hands and feet step by step.The moment he entered the door, Sang Li's eyes met Shen Jie's—even though he was sick, his eyes were still piercing. It was also at this moment, the moment when he saw those eyes again, Sang Li's heart seemed to be hit hard by a heavy object!Tears came up all of a sudden, and she blinked hard, trying to force the tears back.She looked straight at him, her legs and feet seemed to be fixed in place, she couldn't move, she just stood stiffly, looking at him blankly and sadly.

In comparison, Shen Jie's reaction was much calmer - he seemed to have expected Sang Li to come, or he might have imagined such a reunion countless times, in short, when he smiled frankly, Sang Li felt sad in his heart. Then a small opening was opened, and the sun shone in, as if telling her: Sang Li, look, you still have time after all... After a while, Shen Jie laughed first, he waved his hand, and called her as before: "Little girl, it's you." "Little girl" - what a familiar title. Before, he also called her like this: "little girl, hurry up, you're going to be late", "little girl, what gift do you want", "little girl, you can always be happy when you are content"...

Little girl, is she still a little girl now? As if he understood her mind, he smiled: "Little girl, you will always be a little girl in my eyes." Even Shen Yuemei laughed. She stood up, and Lasangli sat down where she was sitting just now, told Shen Jie a few words, and then hurried out.Sang Li looked at Shen Yuemei's back, a little dumbfounded.It wasn't until Shen Jie grabbed her hand and sat up that Sang Li came back to his senses, and hurriedly stuffed a cushion behind him. Shen Jie looked at Sang Li quietly, and after a while, he pulled her a little closer.Sang Li was slightly taken aback, but still obediently leaned over, he put his arms around her shoulders, and she fell on his chest. Like countless times before, all the movements are tacitly the same as before.Even the angle at which she lay on his chest was still so fitting.At this moment, even Sang Li was in a daze: Is there really only a deal between them? They have been together for four years, except for a marriage certificate, they are even familiar with the most secret information in each other's bodies - if there is no "love" in these four years, is there any "love"? In the silent room, for a long time, they hugged each other quietly like this. Don't speak, just listen to each other's breathing. It was the first time that Sang Li felt that the human heartbeat was so beautiful. That is the voice of life, and it is only when it is too late to know the beautiful voice. It was a long time before Sang Li heard Shen Jie speak. He patted Sang Li on the back slightly, calmly, more like talking to himself: "That year, you left the hospital without saying goodbye. I checked all the flight records, and there was no registration for you. I I went to find you in every city you might go to, and even went to Suzhou for a whole day in the Lingering Garden. When the sun went down, the park was going to be locked, and I couldn’t wait to dig three feet. I was in every Maybe there is a 'Li Garden' in your city, and I didn't expect to find you, but who would have thought that I would see you in Sheng Jin's place." Having said that, he took a slight breath.She raised her head and looked at him worriedly, but saw the familiar emotions in his eyes. Warm, affectionate, doting, surprising - such distinct emotions, how could she fail to see that it was love? He continued to speak slowly: "When you sang "Trout", I couldn't believe my eyes. I handed you a note to ask you to sing again. I was afraid that you would recognize my handwriting, so I deliberately scribbled it. When I heard you sing "I Live at the Head of the Yangtze River", I even wanted to stand up and tell you that I am also by the Yangtze River, and we are the ones who drink the water of the Yangtze River, but I didn't dare..." He smiled helplessly: "I never knew that I would be cowardly." He looked at her and sighed: "It's so strange. When I was 31 and you were 19, I didn't think there was much difference between us; but when you were 28 and I was 40, I realized that you just grown up, and I'm old." He smiled bitterly, glanced at Sang Li, then closed his eyes and stopped talking. However, his hand still patted Sangli's back lightly, as if she was a child in his arms. Sang Li lowered her head and did not speak. Gradually, even she herself could feel that the front of Shen Jie's pajamas became wet.