If you can love like this

Chapter 75

I screamed.

As a result, the bodyguards in the hall rushed over, thinking that someone had been murdered.

I ignored the bodyguards and just asked Yingzhu: "Really? Are you going to marry us in China?"

"Yes, my dear, you Chinese men are so cute!" Yingzhu hugged my neck incoherently, "I met this time when I returned to China. There was a photography exhibition in Busan. I was dragged to see by a friend, and I met. That kid."

"Photography?" Somewhere in my heart moved when I heard the word.

"Yes, yes, he is a Chinese photographer, and the photos he takes are so beautiful, that is, your Tibet in China. Oh, God, it is as beautiful as heaven."

"Tibet?!" I screamed again, grabbing her by the collar, "Tell me, what's the name of that photographer?"

"He, his name is..."

I stayed in Yingzhu's university apartment for one night, and both of them were drunk and unconscious.This damn girl actually made a Chinese boyfriend. Like Gao Peng, she is also engaged in photography. She said his Chinese name very vaguely, but she only knew that he was called "Camel", which is probably a nickname.Yingzhu will be graduating soon, she plans to go to China to meet her boyfriend after graduation, and asked me to go back to China together, I said that I want to take care of my sick lover here, so I can’t leave.

"Love? God..." Before Yingzhu finished speaking, she fell to the floor and passed out.

When I woke up, she was still sleeping like a pig, I stepped over her lightly, ran downstairs without washing my face, didn't come back all night, Geng Mochi must chop me up.

Sure enough, Geng Mochi was furious at me, if he wasn't sick, he would have strangled me to death.He is a man with a knife mouth and a bean curd heart. I know he is worried about me, so I don't say anything about what he says.After losing his temper, he pointed at me and said fiercely: "From now on, I will not allow you to leave my sight for half a step! I must see you when I open my eyes, and I must catch you when I close my eyes. You You have to get my consent wherever you go, and you have to follow me wherever I go, otherwise..."

"how?"

"I want you to be buried with me!"

He kept his word and watched me all the time except when he was going to the toilet and bathroom.His body is very weak and he can't move much. Most of the time he reads in the garden, and I have to wait by his side like a maid, serving tea and water, and serving him attentively.But it is very strange, even though he is close to each other, I feel that he is not like the Geng Mochi I know, I rarely see him smile, and he becomes more and more silent, that kind of deep melancholy always vaguely emerges between his brows, It makes me feel that even standing in the middle of thousands of people, his loneliness is still so eye-catching.Is this what happens to people who are dying?Is his soul still with him?Why do I feel like his whole body is empty, he is awake, but like the distant Snow Mountain Rainier, he has entered an ancient deep sleep.

I seldom really fell asleep at night. Even though the lights were not turned on, I could still see him clutching his chest and trembling in the dim darkness, curled up and reaching for the medicine bottle on the bedside table.Without water, he swallowed the pills with saliva, as if he was extremely uncomfortable, and kept inhaling, until the effect of the medicine gradually took effect, and he gradually fell asleep in exhaustion.And I lay sideways in the darkness, I could only pretend that I was asleep, biting the corner of the quilt and weeping silently.But I forgot, he could smell my tears, woke up soon, put his arms around me from behind, and said calmly: "I'm not dead yet, don't worry."

Many times, I held his hand, unable to suppress the pain in my heart, unable to speak, unable to control myself.I dare not let go at all, afraid that if I let go, he will disappear from my eyes.If possible, if God promises, I am willing to exchange my present, my future, and everything for his stay, because I love this man, and I want to be with him. All the happiness in my life is just being with him.But he may not be able to understand, otherwise he would not try his best to "arrange" my happiness.How could he understand that without him, happiness to me would only be mist floating on the lake, which would be blown away by the wind.

That morning, he stared out the window for a long time in a daze, and suddenly said to me: "I remember a sentence written in a book, saying that the soul has memory, if you really love someone, no matter how many times you travel In reincarnation, the subconscious will still have an impression of that person, which is why we sometimes feel that he (she) seems to have met a stranger when we pass by a stranger on the street, because that person may have met us in the previous life. There have been such and such entanglements, looking back, it is probably the only encounter between us and him (her) in this life...Kaoer, we must have remembered each other deeply in this life, the more we remember, the more we will meet in the next life The possibility is bigger, but I don't know if our fate passed by in that reincarnation, and if we look back, will we continue the unending love in this world?"

I stared at him blankly.

"Mochi!..." I choked up.

Really, I stayed with him for many days after that. When he fell asleep, I stayed by the bed and stroked his thick hair and deep eyebrows over and over again.When he was awake, I would take him by the hand and take a walk on the boulevard, counting the mottled shadows of the sun on the ground, we were often choked up and unable to speak; Street scenes fly by outside the window, reminding us of the gradually clear and eternal past; because the illness has exhausted all he has, he can no longer play the piano, it doesn't matter, I will play for him, although he is not as good as him, But he was still very pleased, and he always had a satisfied expression on his face when he watched me play the piano.

We occasionally go for a walk in the park. The weather in Seattle in March is still good. He and I like to go to Kerry Park. It is the best place to overlook Seattle, watching the sunset and the rising lights of the city. In every corner, the happiness that permeates the soul also spreads in each other's hearts. We keep this kind of memory very well. No matter how shallow our fate is in the next life, as long as we can meet each other, I believe that with the strength of this soul Memory we can certainly recognize each other.

I didn't dare to leave him for a moment, like pulling on the last lifeline of this life, afraid that if I let go, things would change.However, fate will never leave you something just because you are reluctant to part with it. On the contrary, fate will suddenly give you an accident when you are on a errand, and catch you off guard. Before you understand it, nothing belongs to you.

Annie was going back to Hong Kong. I went to the airport to see her off. It was raining and Geng Mochi was too weak to go. I went alone.I don't know what Qi Shuli said to her, which made her look a bit disheartened.I asked her, and she refused to say anything, but she felt that she didn't get what she wanted from Qi Shuli.

"Kao'er, you are so lucky, there are two men who love you so much." She told me so before boarding the plane.

Yes, I am very happy, but this happiness can only exist when the person I love is happy. If he is not happy, how can I be happy?In the same way, if I return to Qi Shuli's side, I will definitely not be happy, because I don't love him, how can he be happy if I am not happy?It's a very simple truth, but Qi Shuli, who has a wise mind, can't figure it out.

On the way back after seeing off Annie, it was still raining, I thought it was time to buy some spring clothes for Geng Mochi, and I got out of the car when I passed by a department store in the city.Unexpectedly, I saw Milan, who was shopping for clothes in a big way, in the clothing section of the department store. She looked at me, and I looked at her, and an invisible flame burned between us.I don't know how she knew that Annie was gone, her whole face was covered with arrogance, she approached me step by step, her brows were distorted, I suddenly felt an inexplicable fear, I have never felt that way in all these years I was afraid of this woman before, but at this moment, somehow I am afraid of her.

"Buying clothes for my husband?" She glanced at my shopping bag and sneered.

I turned around and left, not wanting to get entangled with her.

"Shameless bastard, he is going to die, and he is still pestering him!"

I turned around, but still didn't want to quarrel with her, so I calmly said to her: "Milan, let him go, his days are really numbered, even for the sake of a husband and wife, you should let him go quietly .”

"Husband and wife? Haha..." Milan laughed wildly, and fought back viciously, "As long as he treats me as his wife one day, I won't treat him like this. I hate this man, and I hate you too. As long as I am alive, I will Don't let him die well, let you stay by his side, how happy it is to watch him die, haha..."

"Pervert!" I waved my hand and slapped it.

Then we wrestled together, she pulled my hair, I pinched her neck, she couldn't breathe by me, and kicked me hard when she lifted her foot, she was wearing stilettos, I was wearing In a knitted skirt, her legs were exposed, and the skin was immediately kicked off by her heels.I let go of the pain, she took two steps back and kicked me again, the speed made me wonder if she had specially practiced at home to deal with me, I couldn't dodge in time, and I received a heavy kick in the stomach.

The tearing pain made me fall to the ground suddenly. I clutched my stomach and didn't scream out, but she jumped up and stomped on my lower abdomen. , The dark red blood gushed out from my lower body, flowed down my calf, and dyed my beige knitted dress red...

There are exclamations from people around, the sound of running footsteps, and the shadows in front of you.

I fell into a pool of blood, and my consciousness gradually drifted away until the whole world fell into a deathly silence.

(End of this chapter)