No matter how fierce I will cry for you

Many things seemed to be right in front of me, but they seemed to be so far away in the past life. The face in my mind became closer and further away, clear and blurred. The voice rang in my ears, but suddenly it was far away to the horizon.

Qiao Xinghai often thinks of Anan's words, "I would like to transform into a stone bridge and be exposed to 500 years of wind, 500 years of sun, and 500 years of rain, just for her to pass by." ', if he could see her again, why wouldn't he want to...

But, will there be another chance in this life...

I don't know whether he was too lost in thought or too quiet, but before he knew it, his cheeks were already wet.

"We're here, uncle, I have something else to do, so I'll go back first." Shao Rongqian suddenly said.

But before Qiao Xinghai could react, others had already gotten off the bus, leaving him some dignity and space, allowing him enough time to recover those thoughts that had drifted away.

The time was just right. When he returned to his usual calm appearance, the car door was opened by Miss Qiao Er: "Dad, get out of the car!"

Outside is the villa temporarily arranged by Shen Yanli. It is in a secluded bay and halfway up the mountain. Standing at the door, you can hear the sound of the waves, and you can see the light of Douda's lighthouse from a distance.

Qiao Xinghai was confused: "This is..."

"Shen Yanli is looking for a place to live. We will probably celebrate the New Year here this year. It's just pity for Sister Chen that we are without our company, ugh!" Miss Qiao Er sighed seriously, but her eyes were obviously excited.

The luxurious villa has a sea view and is in the port area. The most important thing is that she can celebrate the New Year with Shao Rongqian. Miss Qiao Er is naturally happy.

Qiao Xinghai was in a depressed mood. The memories that had been weighing on his mind for more than ten years were suddenly brought back to him, like a flood bursting its banks, and the raging could not be stopped no matter what.

But in the end, it became a silent longing, missing that snowy night, she was as beautiful as the clear moon, elegant and noble.

Perhaps there is telepathy between people who miss each other. Shen Enya woke up from her dream, gasping and sitting up, her beautiful face full of panic. She dreamed that Qiao Xinghai came to find her and was standing in front of her.

"Sister, what's wrong? Are you having a nightmare?" Shen Yanli left the banquet and stayed by the bed. Seeing Shen Enya wake up, she quickly got up and came over.

Shen Enya shook his head slightly and raised his hand to press his temples, only to find that his forehead was covered with bandages and there was a dull pain in his forehead.

"How long have I been making trouble for?" Shen Enya's tone was low, as if she had no strength, and her tone was so calm that she had long been used to such things.

Shen Yanli didn't want to mention the situation when she was sick, so he changed the subject: "Brother is here, I'll call him."

After saying that, Shen Yanli stood up and walked towards the door. After a while, Meng Xingcun walked in.

Meng Xingcun rarely wears slim-fitting clothes, but today he wore a woolen stand-up collar suit. At first glance, he looked completely different from that worldly expert.

"Brother..." Shen Enya lifted the quilt and got out of bed, but she was a little weak.

Shen Yanli quickly held her arm: "Brother is not an outsider, please don't get out of bed."

"Let's talk in the living room." Shen Enya said calmly.

Over the years, she has become accustomed to being dignified and accustomed to people. She is no longer the little princess who ran away from home because of fun. The 'Roman Holiday' will eventually end.

Meng Xingcun lowered his eyes slightly and said nothing. He just respected her wishes and turned around to go to the living room.

Shen Enya was still wearing home clothes, except for a black and white checkered cashmere shawl. She held the two ends tightly with her hands, and her hair was spread over her shoulders. She looked very casual, but she was also so beautiful that you couldn't take your eyes away.

"It's you who mobilized the troops again and asked Brother to make a trip at night." Shen Enya smiled apologetically at Meng Xingcun, but she had just gotten sick and even her smile was weak. "Next time he calls you, Brother, don't Ignore him." "Give me your wrist." Meng Xingcun didn't answer Shen Enya's words, his expression was solemn.

He had long known that Shen Enya had weak luck and was not a sign of longevity, but he never dared to use divination to get a glimpse of the heaven's secrets. He was well aware of the fear in his heart and knew that his fate could not be changed, but he still held on to a glimmer of hope, hoping that the true way of heaven would be Impermanence.

It seems that as long as the final result is not known, Shen Enya can die.

But in fact, her health was already very poor and she was almost exhausted.

"I'm fine, don't worry about me." Shen Enya managed to maintain a smile. She didn't want Meng Xingcun to worry, but she also knew she couldn't hide it from him.

Meng Xingcun stood up, sat directly next to her, and pulled her wrist over. Traditional Chinese medicine has four diagnosis methods: inspection, smelling, questioning, and incision. With Meng Xingcun's ability, he knew it even if he didn't feel the pulse. But he didn't give up and hugged her. The last glimmer of hope is for a miracle to happen.

"It's okay. Let me prescribe some medicine for you first." Meng Xingcun said.

Shen Enya chuckled: "I said it's okay, don't make a fuss."

Shen Yanli was very obedient in front of these two people. He already took the pen and paper and handed it to Meng Xingcun with great discernment.

Meng Xingcun leaned over the coffee table to write a prescription. No one could see his expression. They could only hear his decadent voice: "Qiao Xinghai is also in the port area."

In a word, the living room became quiet, only the sound of pen rustling writing on paper could be heard.

The prescription could be written in a few tens of seconds, but Meng Xingcun kept crouching down, as if he was deliberating over it, and refused to get up for a long time.

It was Shen Yanli who broke the silence: "Well... I arranged for him and Xiaoyu to stay in the villa."

Shen Enya was silent for a few seconds, and then said with a firm tone: "Instruct the people below to prepare to return home in two hours."

"Sister, why are you leaving in such a hurry? It's not safe at night..."

"That's enough!" Shen Enya's expression turned completely cold, "I said that I don't want to see their father and daughter, are you turning a deaf ear to my words?"

"Sister, I know you want to see them. We are only a few dozen kilometers apart now. Don't you really not want to see them?" Shen Yanli frowned and poked at Shen Enya's heart.

He knew very well how much Shen Enya wanted to see their father and daughter, and he also knew that the only ones who could give her hope now were their father and daughter.

Shen Enya was silent for only a few seconds, but she still had a decisive attitude: "We will leave for home in two hours."

As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Xingcun's prescription for medicine had been written, and he handed the pen and paper to Shen Yanli: "Go and grab the medicine."

Shen Yanli was stunned for a moment, then understood Meng Xingcun's intention to send him away, took the paper and pen and walked towards the door.

When only the two of them were left in the living room, Meng Xingcun spoke again, with a suppressed hoarse voice and even a hint of trembling: "Xiaoya, let's meet, even if it's just a look from a distance."

"Brother, you know I don't want to disturb you anymore..."

"This is the last time you see them." Meng Xingcun interrupted Shen Enya, his voice trembling violently, "Your fate in this life is almost over..."