Chapter 92 A-1

Is that the scene-- A white bird rushed straight to the valley, and the moment it collided with the ground, it burst into brilliant flames! With a bang, the person is gone, the dream is gone, all the things that can be expected, hoped for, and waited for by luck are gone... It was early in the morning, and Sang Li woke up from the dream again, and when he recovered, he was covered in cold sweat. She raised her head and saw that the surroundings were still surrounded by quiet white walls, there was no sound in the corridor, only the roar of the explosion could still be faintly heard in her ears.

She turned her head subconsciously, Shen Jie was still awake on the hospital bed next to her. She stared at him blankly, seeing how he fell asleep, peaceful and peaceful. She got off the narrow accompanying bed, walked to the round stool next to Shen Jie's bed and sat down, staring blankly for half a minute.Then she gently held his hand, bent down gently, and put her face in his palm, just lying on her stomach quietly and quietly.The drowsiness has disappeared, and the person in the dream is long gone, but the fear in her heart is still rising and falling, she can only rely on this method to feel the warmth that has not yet slipped away.

She is not afraid in her heart - if the operation fails, if the cancer cells metastasize, if one day he suddenly disappears into this world, then the last good thing that can be remembered in her youthful memory will also disappear. By this time, she couldn't cry anymore. After experiencing so many life and death, and experiencing so many regrets, her heart has become stronger and stronger.Now, she is still afraid of the sudden disappearance of certain people and things, but she is no longer afraid of the despair and desolation brought about by death itself. In other words, what she is afraid of is not birth, old age, illness and death, but being caught off guard.

So, when Shen Jie woke up, he saw Sang Li lying motionless beside the bed with his eyes closed.Her hair was a little disheveled and spread out around her ears, her eyelashes were long and fluttered slightly with her light breaths.The morning light passed over her body, and the morning light floated on her body, like a sculpture with graceful lines. Shen Jie sighed slightly, but Sang Li sensed it sensitively and turned his head to look at Shen Jie. For about ten seconds, they just looked at each other quietly like this, Sang Li was still lying on the side of the bed, one cheek was still pressed against Shen Jie's palm.

Sang Li's gaze was a little erratic, and his voice was low, a little heavy and a little sad. She said, "Shen Jie, don't go." Shen Jie smiled: "Okay, I won't go. I'll stay with you here." When he said this, his expression was gentle, more like coaxing a child. Sang Li raised his head, glanced at him, stretched out his hand to pull the hook with his little finger, and said in his mouth: "If you pull the hook and hang yourself, you can't change it for a hundred years!" Shen Jie smiled and scratched the tip of her nose: "Sang Li, you really haven't grown up?"

Sang Li breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, moved closer, bent down, put his arms around his shoulders, and pressed his face against his ear. Her face was cold, Shen Jie stretched out his hand to cover it, and sighed: "Don't cry, Sang Li, I won't be relieved if you behave like this." She didn't speak, but held his hand tightly, buried her face, and said in a vague voice, "Shen Jie, you promised me not to disappear suddenly. I know that you are going to be discharged from the hospital soon, and I also know that you are going back to Shanghai, but I owe you so much, I'm afraid I won't have a chance to pay you back after you leave..."

Shen Jie fell silent. How will he tell her: the scheduled flight is just around the corner, and he will not come back. He wants her little girl to let go of all the past and walk through the next fifty years with a healthy man who can tolerate her and love her , Sixty years... And he, at most, only had twenty years. He left not because he didn't love her anymore, but because he couldn't afford to accompany her anymore. Just like that, a few days later in the afternoon, Shen Jie suddenly disappeared from Sang Li's sight. It was such a sudden disappearance - the moment he opened the door of the ward, Sang Li suddenly realized how Shen Jie or Nan Yang felt three years ago.

In the ward with clear windows and clean sheets, the figure was nowhere to be found. Sang Li stood blankly at the door, thinking to himself: Shen Jie, you hooked me up, how could you go back on your word? However, she also knew that according to Shen Jie's personality, this was the last gift he was determined to give her. That day, she sat in that ward for a long time.A nurse came in the middle and kindly told her that the people in this room had been discharged from the hospital.She returned an empty smile, but in her mind, there were some messy fragments, staged like a revolving lantern.

She knew that Shen Jie would not come back again. Everything he gave her has come to an end here. Although, as long as she wants, she can still find him, but his leaving like this is already telling her: don't do things that are useless, life is so short, you might as well grab those tangible warmth. It was also that day that she finally understood how lucky she was: some people could never leave because they loved her; others could go far away because they loved her. Once she was so hesitant that she had no choice, but after a few years, they agreed to leave her the same future. When we returned to the cherry garden, the sun was already setting.

She pushed open the door of "You and Me", and before she could get used to the dim light at the corner, a small white shadow rushed over and crashed into Sangli's arms with a "bang". At the same time, a pair of soft little hands tightly grasped Sangli's sleeves, and sweetly called out: "Sangli..." For the first time in many days, Sang Li smiled involuntarily.She knelt down, picked up the fragrant YOYO, and asked her as she walked in, "Why are you here? Where's your father?" "Father is out," YOYO replied while holding Sangli's neck tightly and not letting go, and buried his face in Sangli's neck, complaining aggrievedly, "Sangli, you haven't played with me for a long time."

Sangli also felt a little guilty, and tilted his head to kiss YOYO's little face: "I'm sorry, because I've been very busy recently, and an uncle is sick, and I have to take care of him." YOYO was very curious, and grabbed Sang Li's collar: "Is that your husband?" Sang Li was taken aback, then laughed out loud, sat down on the sofa near the corner, took YOYO into his arms, pinched her little face: "Do you know what a husband is?" "I know," YOYO said seriously, "it means the boy's mother calls the boy's father." Sang Li made her dizzy, so he asked with a smile: "Why isn't the girl's mother called the girl's father?" "Because Su Nuofei's mother called him father that, but my mother never called me father that," YOYO replied seriously, "she always called my father's name." "Oh—" Sang Li suddenly realized, and couldn't help laughing. While talking, Ma Yu opened the store door and walked in. Seeing Sang Li and YOYO, he was slightly taken aback, but didn't ask any more questions, just smiled and walked over. YOYO saw Ma Yu first, and called out crisply, "Dad." Ma Yu smiled and touched YOYO's head. The little girl obviously didn't like this action, so she shrank into Sangli's arms. Ma Yu smiled at Sang Li, bent down and looked into YOYO's eyes and asked, "Where's your painting, is it finished?" YOYO stuck out his tongue: "No." "Then why don't you hurry up and draw it, isn't it going to be handed over to the teacher tomorrow?" "I want to draw with Sang Li," YOYO explained seriously, "The teacher said, I want to draw with my parents." Ma Yu was very happy to hear this title, and nodded in praise: "What a good teacher, and even organizes parent-child activities." Seeing him smiling happily, Sang Li pointed to Ma Yu and asked YOYO: "YOYO, isn't he your father? Let him accompany you to draw." "He's so busy, he never paints with me." YOYO complained, looking at Ma Yu with sad eyes. Sang Li looked at YOYO sympathetically, hugged her and kissed her, looked into her eyes and said, "Poor YOYO, let's not have this father anymore, okay?" YOYO tilted his head and thought for a while, then shook his head solemnly: "Not good." Ma Yu was very proud when he heard that, and gave his daughter an expression of approval: "YOYO is so good!" Before the words were finished, YOYO said to Sang Li: "Dad said he would take me to eat delicious pizza tonight, and we won't leave him after we finish eating, okay?" After speaking, she looked at Sang Li with pleading eyes, Sang Li couldn't hold back, and finally burst out laughing. And Ma Yu, who was squatting beside him with a look of frustration, finally knew what kind of psychological effect the "three black lines" in Japanese comics have...