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Chapter 67 "Always, No Way" Part [-]

"Xiaomei, do you think we have any regrets in this life?" I asked tentatively.

"Does it count if I don't have children?" Xiaomei leaned next to me and fanned herself with a cattail leaf fan.

The wind blew through her body and hit me, making it cool.

"Forget it, I won't have to work hard in the next life." I said with a wry smile.

"Who will follow you in the next life?" Xiao Mei stopped fanning and sneered.

"What? Are you frustrated with me in this life?" I said lightly.

"No, I'm not aggrieved. Thank you. If there is another life, I hope it will still be you." Xiaomei choked with sobs.

"If you don't cry, then there won't be any children or anything." I touched Xiaomei's head.

Xiaomei and I are the same age this year, both 52 years old.

We may never have children in this life because Xiaomei is infertile.

We were childhood sweethearts. When I was five years old, I was the king of children.

And Xiaomei followed her grandma to lie on the wicker chair on the corner of the street to enjoy the cool air.

Later I realized that Xiaomei envied me and could play with the boys without any worries.

And why don't I envy Xiaomei, who has the care of her relatives.

Yes, I am an orphan in an orphanage.

Every day he was carefree, chasing and fighting around the alley in front of the orphanage with a group of wild children.

Now that I think about it, I really miss those days, but unfortunately they no longer exist.

I remember I met Xiaomei in elementary school.

Xiaomei and I became roommates. When I first saw Xiaomei, I was confused.

Who would have thought that the girl who lay on the wicker chair on the street corner and watched us every day would become my deskmate.

And who could have imagined that we would meet like this and spend half of our lives together.

After school, I started to invite Xiaomei to join our gang to play games, for which she was inevitably beaten severely by her grandma.

From now on, we play in the world with our childhood sweethearts.

After graduating from college, I walked down the wedding hall holding my lover’s hand.

Marry and live together, quietly devoting yourself to a roof over your head.

With gray hair, he leaned on his wife and talked about the past.

. . .

There are basically no regrets in this life, except not being able to have children.

Xiaomei was diagnosed with a serious gynecological disease when she was 20 years old.

The trouble caused by menstrual disorders is considered minor, but infertility has become a serious problem.

In the early twenties, you can still keep cats and dogs, but cats and dogs are bound to die.

But at the age of 37, the last big dog, Xiaobai, also died.

Xiaomei almost fell silent, but she sat alone in the corner and started crying.

I also secretly mentioned the matter of adopting a child.

After all, I am an orphan, and it would not be a bad thing to adopt another one from an orphanage.

But Xiaomei told me this: "If it was because you adopted a child that he left his childhood sweetheart in an orphanage, is it possible that a pair of children like us were killed by mistake?"

I can't find any loopholes in Xiaomei's logic. After all, a woman's sensibility is very scary when it reaches a certain level.

Who dares to reason with a woman?

most of the time.

As the days pass, the world of two also has its advantages.

I retired at the age of 63, but Xiaomei and I found that we were no longer able to take care of each other.

Because days pass by, but our bodies are not as good as each other.

I developed a brief bout of Alzheimer's disease, and I often went out without a key.

Xiaomei seems to be more serious than me. She will forget that she is cooking because of watching TV programs.

Fires almost broke out several times during this period.

I think we're all starting to get Alzheimer's and there's not much the hospital can do about it.

We discussed it for a long time and having a nanny seemed like a good option.

But we are also afraid that the nanny has other plans for us, and Xiaomei often talks about the news she saw in the newspaper.Cases of nannies stealing and nannies setting fires are vivid in my mind.

Besides, we all tend to forget things now, and we won’t notice anything missing at home.

Xiaomei and I chatted for a long time and asked someone to sell the house we live in now.

I sold it for 200 million and put it in my bank card.

We lived in a nursing home together and lived a pretty good life.

No old man of the same age could compete with me at chess, and Xiaomei also found a group of old ladies who were willing to accompany her in gymnastics.

Because Xiaomei's dementia is more severe than mine, I am in charge of our money.

And because of my dementia, I wrote the password directly on the back of the bank card.

But the good times didn't last long, and I had my third-year physical examination in the nursing home.

Xiaomei was admitted to the hospital because of stomach cancer.

When I discovered it, it was already at an advanced stage. I was trembling and running around the hospital holding my bank card.

Xiaomei held my hand and said tremblingly: "Forget it, old man. If you die, you can keep the money."

I was very sad at the time and cried so much that I burst into tears.

I asked Xiaomei when her stomach started to hurt and why she didn’t tell her.

Xiaomei just smiled and said nothing.

I told the doctor to use the best medicine and equipment.

But the doctor just shook his head and said it was only a few months away.

Xiaomei entered the hospital, and I also began to go in and out of the hospital every day.

Xiaomei was taken to the emergency room on her third week in the hospital.

When I was notified to rush to the hospital, the doctor took out a critical illness notice.

But before I could sign, the operating light in the operating room went out.

Xiaomei is gone, gone forever.

I cried all night and fainted in the hospital.

When I woke up the doctor told me that my heart was not doing well either.

That night, my mind was filled with beauty, so I pulled out the back of the bedside medical record card.

Use a pen to write the will on the blank back.

All the money in the card is reserved for the nursing home, and the nursing home is told to buy more new chess sets.

By the way, the square was renovated, and Xiaomei also said that the sound quality of the speakers in the gymnasium was not very good.

After I finished writing this, I slowly walked onto the rooftop of the hospital.

After thinking about Xiaomei's appearance, he got up and jumped downstairs.

I might not be able to survive a day without her.

The speed of falling was very fast, and I remembered the pirate ship I took with Xiaomei when I was 20 years old.

The jolting up and down on the pirate ship is very similar to what it feels like now.

. . .

The night is dark and the road is long.

The body began to gain strength, and the bent waist straightened.

I remembered many things, many, many things.

I walked forward unintentionally, and there was a big river at the other end of the road.

The more people I saw, the more people walked slowly forward with me, and they all seemed to have their own thoughts.

There is no scenery along the river, but bunches of flowers on the other side of the river are in full bloom.

As I walked forward with the crowd, I heard something strange.

A big man with a horse face held the iron chain and shouted: "Don't worry, go in one by one. Reincarnate and start a new life."

I walked forward helplessly. The bridge was very narrow and only one person could pass at a time.

I saw many people standing by the bridge, one of them was Xiaomei.

Very young and beautiful, frozen in place.

I immediately ran over and shouted, "Xiaomei, where are we?"

(End of this chapter)