Chapter 84 A-3

Sang Li saw Shen Yuemei in the corridor outside Shen Jie's ward. She still combed her hair in a neat bun and wore a plain cheongsam, sitting quietly on the rest chair, staring at the crimson sunset outside the window, not knowing what she was thinking.She didn't notice Sang Li, but Sang Li found that there was a little more white in her dyed hair, and suddenly felt a little sad. It wasn't until Sang Li walked to Shen Yuemei's side that Shen Yuemei suddenly felt something and turned her head, seeing that it was Sang Li, she smiled. Her smile, gentle, kind, with a little desolation, pierced Sangli's heart at once.

At that moment, Sang Li suddenly wished that he was the one lying in it—if that was the case, maybe it wouldn't make so many people feel so sad. Shen Yuemei stood up, took Sang Li's hand, lowered her head, and said softly, "I've heard what Secretary Tian said, please mourn." Sang Li had a sore nose and said, "I'm sorry." Shen Yuemei patted the back of her hand, sighed slightly: "There's nothing to be sorry for, I was the one who wanted to thank you." Sang Li looked into her eyes and asked, "I heard that the operation was successful?"

Shen Yuemei nodded and tried to smile: "Yes, I heard that the five-year survival rate after surgery is very high, and it is not uncommon now for ten or twenty years." However, Sang Li's heart seemed to be hit by a heavy fist suddenly, and it hurt numbly: ten years, twenty years... Shen Jie is only forty years old this year, even after twenty years, he is still not old. Shen Yuemei saw through what Sang Li was thinking, and patted her on the shoulder, her voice was firm beyond what an old man could bear: "Don't worry, he will live a healthy life, he has always been a person who refuses to admit defeat."

Sang Li finally couldn't hold back those tears, rolling down drop by drop. Shen Yuemei reached out to wipe away the tears on her face, and smiled: "Go in and have a look, he has been waiting for you for a long time, and he just fell asleep." Sang Li nodded, pushed the door to enter the ward, but hesitated the moment he opened the door, turned to look at Shen Yuemei and said, "Let me stay here tonight." Shen Yuemei looked up at Sang Li, after a while, she finally nodded. That night, Sang Li was always by Shen Jie's side, and Shen Jie never woke up. In the hospital with a strong smell of disinfectant, Sang Li stared blankly at Shen Jie's sleeping face, thinking about those past events in his head, suddenly felt that these seemingly short three years, the people who were close at hand, seemed to be separated from each other. out of reach.

After ten o'clock, the screen of the mobile phone glowed brightly. Sang Li lowered his head and saw Ma Yu's text message: Go downstairs, I'm in the lobby on the first floor. Sang Li looked up at Shen Jie, saw that he was still sleeping, then walked out of the ward lightly, closed the door carefully, and walked towards the elevator.While waiting for the elevator, Sang Li was a little puzzled - why is Ma Yu here? The elevator went to the first floor, and as soon as the door was opened, Sang Li saw Ma Yu carrying a convenience bag in his hand, looking up at the poster posted on the wall: the first floor is the obstetrics and gynecology ward, and on the poster is a picture of a child in the mother's belly. Ma Yu watched the whole process of growing up in the school so intently that he didn't even hear Sang Li approaching him.

"Do you see what you have learned?" Sang Li patted Ma Yu's shoulder from behind. Ma Yu was taken aback for a moment, then looked back at Sang Li and smiled. "I brought you dinner." He smiled and raised his hand, pointing to the lunch box in the convenience bag, "Your favorite dessert." He pulled her to sit aside, and took out everything: pumpkin pudding, red bean stewed milk, crab roe soup dumplings, crystal shrimp dumplings, emerald siu mai... Sang Li's eyes widened: "You are crazy, there are so many, who can finish it?" He handed her a bottle of purified water and said, "Who said I'll eat it for you? I didn't have dinner either."

Sang Li was surprised: "Why is the exhibition so laborious?" "Sculpture exhibition, everyone is busy, I'm too embarrassed to go away." He ate a siu mai while stuffing a shrimp dumpling into Sang Li's mouth. Seeing Sang Li's bulging cheeks, he laughed, "Like a frog." Sang Li rolled his eyes at him, swallowed, drank his saliva and asked, "You left YOYO alone at home again?" "She fell asleep." Ma Yu ate the food in three mouthfuls, clapped his hands and stood up, "Besides, I'm going back later." "You came here just to bring me snacks?" Sang Li asked him while eating snacks.

"Wrong, it's to have snacks with you." Ma Yu stretched his waist and glanced at Sang Li. "I was too busy a while ago to take care of you. At that time, I was afraid that you thought I was narrow-minded, but you were really narrow-minded." , Don’t tell me such a big thing when you go home. Why, you plan to take care of everything in the future by yourself?” He stood opposite her, bent down, put his hands on his knees, and looked directly at her with helpless eyes: "Although my rival in love is hospitalized, I am also very important to you anyway, you treat me as a volunteer no?"

Sang Li suddenly choked his throat, not knowing what to say. Ma Yu straightened up, smiled, and reached out to pat her on the shoulder: "You talk if you have something to do." Sang Li laughed "puchi" when he learned the fake Beijing film in the sketch. He also smiled happily and waved goodbye: "Let's go, no need to send it off, you can go upstairs." After walking a few steps, he turned his head and saw that Sang Li was still standing there, so he pointed to his eyes with a smile: "You have dark circles, beauty, your youth is gone, take care!" Then he quickly walked out of the gate of the ward building and disappeared in the night.

Sang Li didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Turning around and preparing to go upstairs, while waiting for the elevator, I heard a familiar voice: "It seems that I really came superfluous." Sang Li turned around, and suddenly saw Tian Miao's face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling. Sang Li thought it was incredible: it was so late, why did everyone report to the hospital one by one? Tian Miao curled her lips and said, "I'm always one step behind you, Sang Li." She turned to look at Sang Li: "How did you plan?" "What plan?" Sang Li looked at Tian Miao inexplicably.

"Who is he planning to harm, Ma Yu or Shen Jie?" Tian Miao glanced at Sang Li, "Sang Li, you haven't changed much. It seems that you have always had many choices." "Really?" Sang Li sighed and looked at Tian Miao, "You don't seem to have changed much." "It seems that only Mr. Shen has changed." Tian Miao sighed slightly and looked at Sang Li with a rare peace on his face. "He plans to return to Shanghai after recovery. If he has no business in the future, I'm afraid he won't come here. .” She was a little hesitant, but she finally spoke up: "Also...before his operation, he signed a will." "A will?" Sang Li tensed up - Shen Jie, did you really prepare for the worst? Tian Miao's tone was as calm as repeating a most unimportant matter: "Mr. Shen's will said that if his operation fails and any accident occurs, all the management rights of Qijian Liyuan will be transferred to your name. But now the operation is successful. He will continue to take care of it when he leaves the park... However, before returning to Shanghai, he will return the fund set up in your name to you, and it will be at your disposal." "Fund?" Sang Li looked at Tian Miao in surprise. "Yes, the 'Sangli Philharmonic Fund' itself is a non-moving fund, which uses investment income to pay for project expenditures every year. The annual reward expenditure of the fund is 300,000 yuan, which is used to reward those who have outstanding vocal talents. A student at an art school," she stopped, shaking her head, "Sang Li, it seems that you really don't know what's going on outside the window, this fund should have rewarded your younger brothers and sisters more than once." Sang Li was dumbfounded. The elevator came down, opened the door, closed it, and went up again... Sang Li and Tian Miao were still standing in the lobby on the first floor, facing each other silently.After an unknown amount of time, Tian Miao finally let out a "hum" and turned to leave. I vaguely heard her say the last sentence: "Heaven has eyes, Sang Li, you can figure it out yourself." After all, she still didn't regard Sang Li as a good person. It doesn't seem like a day. Sang Li entered the elevator with a wry smile, went back to the ward, opened the door, Shen Jie was still sleeping. Sitting on Shen Jie's bedside, watching his slow and even breathing, she suddenly felt guilty. She said she would stay with him, but when he woke up from a coma, the first person he saw when he opened his eyes was not her. At that time, would he be a little disappointed because of her absence? She couldn't help but leaned down slightly, stretched her arms around his body that rose and fell slightly with her breathing, and put her face quietly against his ear. The pillow was very soft, and the pillow towel quickly absorbed the cold liquid seeping out of nowhere. The night is long. And yet you're still here, which is great. It was early in the morning when Shen Jie woke up, at three or four o'clock, as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a figure crouching beside the bed.He couldn't help but smile a little. She was asleep and couldn't see her, so he didn't dare to move for fear of waking her up. He just stared at Sangli's face, closed eyes, slightly trembling eyelashes - his little girl's eyelashes are so long, with curly hair, looking so close, she really looks like a doll. In fact, not long after, when Sang Li woke up, she was obviously woken up by herself: she didn't know what she dreamed about, her whole body trembled like a spring, and she turned her head to look at Shen Jie in panic.The eyes that had just opened were still bloodshot, and Shen Jie was taken aback for a moment before realizing that she might have come to the hospital directly after returning from her hometown. Perhaps, since he was hospitalized, she, who likes to sleep for beauty, has not even had a good night's sleep. Shen Jie felt a soft pain in his heart. Seeing Shen Jie's wide-open eyes, Sang Li was also taken aback for a moment, stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Shen Jie, as if saying to himself: "Are you awake?" Shen Jie smiled, with a gentle voice: "It's alive." Sang Li was stunned for another moment, then quickly put on a ferocious expression, stretched out his hand to pinch Shen Jie's face: "What nonsense are you talking about? How dare you live a good life, I—" Suddenly choked up, and stared at Shen Jie with wide eyes, not knowing what to say. Shen Jie smiled, he raised his hand, grabbed Sang Li's hand, and clasped his fingers, his palm felt slightly warm. He said, "Little girl, I think it's good to see you again." He closed his eyes slightly, and his voice was as low as a whisper: "I used to dream of you..." Sang Li lowered his head and leaned on his chest, and there was liquid seeping from his eyes, seeping onto the quilt, and smelling of disinfectant. After breakfast, the two watched TV together. Click on all the channels, except for the TV commercials, which are Korean idol dramas, Shen Jie lacks interest, and Sang Li squints and feels a little dizzy. Suddenly, I don't know which channel to switch to. An unknown urban romance drama is being broadcast. A young girl said to another girl, "What do you like most about him?" The girl who was questioned thought about it carefully, and answered: "Aura, I like his aura the most, it is very tough and has the style of a general." ... Sang Li was taken aback for a moment, then turned to look at Shen Jie, only to find that he was also looking at her. After meeting her eyes, he smiled, and suddenly asked: "Sang Li, have you ever liked me?" "Yes." She didn't dodge or hide her eyes, looking directly at her clearly. As soon as his heart warmed up, he couldn't help reaching out his hand and gently caressing her face: She has really grown up, her eyebrows, her expression, her charm... It turns out that when the vicissitudes of life are written on the face, it is even more a kind of Style, not just a few wrinkles. He couldn't help asking her: "Then what do you like about me?" She hesitated for a moment—yes, what do you like about him? After about a long time, she replied: "I like your occasional soft eyes." He froze. Sang Li lowered her head and leaned gently beside him, no longer explaining, just watching TV intently. It seems to be very attentive. But only Sang Li knew that what was shaking in front of her eyes was not the rookie on the TV screen, but the energetic Shen Jie that year and that month. At that time, when he walked her in the grand banquet hall, whether it was a smile or a greeting, he revealed a tough aura besides being polite, which made her subconsciously think of that phrase, which is called "talking." While laughing, the mast and scull were wiped out in ashes"... However, when he was with her, he was always gentle and tolerant, and all the generals in the business world were restrained, and what was left was a gentle demeanor, calm and leisurely. It seems that at that time they would occasionally take out a pack of playing cards and squat at home to play "Fighting the Landlords".She wished she could blow him up, but he wouldn't be willing to play even if he had the best cards in his hand.He played with her, followed her, and let her be happy, even if he tore the cards in his hand to pieces.The way he looks at her is more like looking at a child, and the way he pampers her will always remind her that if he has a daughter in the future, he really doesn't know how he will be spoiled... Forget when he started calling her "little girl". However, he really regarded her as his most cherished little girl, even though she didn't understand at that time. Perhaps, all along, she was really too proud, so proud that she only admitted that kind of pure love.Therefore, when she came to him, she had already consciously defined herself as a "mistress" or "third party", and she even ignored that his connivance to her and his kindness to her had already is a kind of love. If she knew, she would not run away from him. If she knew, she wouldn't let so many tragedies happen in turn. Thinking of this, she finally couldn't help but think of that "Fragrant Years" again. The hatred in her heart meandered and crawled again, all the way to her heart, biting into sharp pain. Liang Weisong, Zhao Qianhua... If I didn't know you, I'm afraid I wouldn't know that there is really such a kind of person in this world, the most humble and invincible! The old people said: fish look for fish, shrimp look for shrimp, bastards look for turtle relatives. It turns out that this is the case—animals, only when they meet another animal can they fall in love with each other!