Qing Benqingchen

Chapter 236 The Finale
But in the end, it was still him who carefully wiped the sweat off her forehead with a handkerchief, and prepared so many delicious food. Seeing her delicious food, the corners of his mouth curled up little by little.

young married woman……

Lu Lu suddenly thought, why can't he grasp such a good past?Such a good past, how could it really be just a past?
She thought that she would definitely marry him, and his bride would definitely be hers, but who knew?At the end...

She was about to die, lying alone on the bed, but as for him, he was going to get engaged today, and today, he was going to make a lifetime commitment with another woman.

But she is not jealous at all, only envious, envious, envious...

How much she envied that bride-to-be, so envious that even if she died, she would not close her eyes.

Lu Lu curled up even tighter, his cold body trembling, but the tears could not be stopped for a moment.

six months later.

The ticking of the instrument stopped, and the cold tubes hanging from his body were pulled out one by one.

Ding Yi was supported by Xiao Ran, but his body still kept sliding down.

Xiao Ran's eyes were red from crying, Meng Xingzhi stood aside with a serious expression on his face, and there was a strange man standing in the ward, who seemed to have just come back from abroad after traveling all the way, his face was full of travel and dust.

He didn't shed tears, and he didn't look too sad. He even smiled lightly and patted the back of Ren Siyao's unconscious hand.

Even if you die, so what?

You are still the happiest one, the woman you love is reluctant to part with you, and has been with you from beginning to end. You also have a child, and that child will grow up little by little, continuing your prematurely young life...

But me, I live in this world, maybe I will live until my hair and beard are pale, but so what?
The woman I love the most will never come back.

Lu Jinchuan lowered his head and lowered his eyes, a faint mist gradually appeared in his eyes.

Si Yao, we have been separated for so many years, but I still envy you, I would rather be the one who died at this moment, as long as, as long as my Zhen Ai, like Ding Yi at this moment, guards beside my cold body.

"Wait a minute." Just as the nurse was about to take off the oxygen mask, Dingyi suddenly said.

Her voice was hoarse and uncomfortable, and the corners of her mouth were blistered. Xiao Ran felt distressed, "Dingyi...you have to hold on."

Hold on, hold on.

Everyone can only say this, but how can she hold on?

If she hadn't decided to leave without saying a word, if she hadn't insisted on leaving when Mr. Ren received the call, if she hadn't been too capricious...

Where would he die, where would he die?
Most of the organs in his body have failed, and he is alive with only pain, endless pain.

Old man Ren's hair was completely white, and he cried all night by himself without seeing anyone. Finally, he made up his mind to ask his son to leave quietly and comfortably.

He didn't want to, he continued to lie there, like a living dead, eating, drinking and lazing all unconscious, from such a handsome and good boy to a stinking monster that everyone can't avoid.

I can't live anymore, I can't live anymore.

His heart hurts more than anyone else, but he has to do this.

"I'm going to take him to America, I'm taking him, I'm going all over the world, I don't believe he died like this, I don't believe it."

Ding Yi struggled to push Xiao Ran away, she walked over unsteadily, tears streaming down one by one: "Please, don't turn off the oxygen, don't let him die like this, please, Please, let me take him away..."

She cried so much that her whole body was limp on the ground. Xiao Ran turned away his face and wiped away his tears. Even Meng Xingzhi's eyes were filled with mist. Lu Jinchuan stared blankly, then suddenly turned around and rushed out of the ward. But still surging out, Zhen Ai, Zhen Ai...

If I die, will you do this?Will it?

No, no, as long as you are willing to shed a tear for me, I will be satisfied...

After half a year.

Greece, Santorini, the brightest pearl in the Aegean Sea, the land of freedom described by Plato, has the most beautiful sunset and the most magnificent sea view in the world. The blue and white color world here is a gathering place for artists. It is a paradise for photographers, where you can be a poet or a painter, painting the bluest sky in Santorini in your mind...

In the distance, a young woman in a thin skirt came slowly. The sea breeze lifted her skirt and her black hair fluttered, but she ignored it, just lowered her head, and kissed the one sitting in the wheelchair from time to time. A skinny, unconscious young man.

"Do you remember? When we were in love, you said that you wanted to travel all over the world with me, and then draw them one by one...Si Yao, did you see it?"

Dingyi stretched out her hand to cover her eyes, looking at the bloody sunset in the distance, such a beautiful and spectacular picture, but her beloved could not see it.

"Si Yao... have you seen it? The sun is about to set, and soon it will be a new day, you are still alive, look, you have breathing, you have body temperature, you... will not leave me, Si Yao..."

Dingyi bent down and kissed his lips lightly. The lips were cold, which lost the softness and warmth, but still remained the most familiar outline.

She kissed him gently, as if he was just a young child.

The tears were blown away by the sea breeze, as if it were an illusion, and it seemed...a miracle.

She felt itchy on her face, thinking it was the wind blowing her hair, she reached out to brush it, but what she could touch was his trembling eyelashes...

At the moment when the sun was about to be swallowed by the sea, the sky and the earth were as red as blood.

She stared blankly at the man in front of her. He was slowly opening his eyes. Tears welled up from his dark eyes, gradually soaking her face.

He said, Dingyi...

I will never leave you again.

forever and ever.

I swear to the sun, we will live together, die together, die together, and never leave each other again, even if it is only for a minute...

One year after the car accident, in faraway Greece, Dingyi finally waited for the last ray of hope in her heart to come true.

For fourteen months in Lishui, Lu Lu, who was lingering on the sick bed, did not wait for Gu Juncheng after all. What he waited for was the news of his marriage in France.

That day, she was able to sit up suddenly by herself, and even washed her face and combed her hair well. No matter what, she thought, she had to tidy herself up.

The TV was turned on, and a TV station was broadcasting the live record of their wedding.

A reporter was asking him: "Young Master Gu, is autumn in France more beautiful or city A more charming?"

His eyes narrowed slightly, and after a brief silence, in the gentle smile of the bride, his voice sounded as familiar as she remembered: "I once went to a small town called Lishui, I think, there The autumn of this year is the most moving in my memory."

As he spoke, he seemed to be trapped in the memories of the past. His bride looked at him with a gentle smile, and gently raised his hand to straighten his bow tie: "Jun Cheng? Then I will go with you again..."

But he slowly shook his head: "I don't want to go to that place anymore."

The bride still smiled gently: "Then we won't go." She said, and gently squeezed his hand: "Jun Cheng, it's time for us to go in."

Gu Juncheng nodded, took her arm, walked along the long red carpet, walked into the church, and walked up to the oath stand...

"I...will."

When his voice came, the whole hall burst into laughter and applause, so lively, so...happiness.

How happy, Lulu smiled slightly, she closed her eyes, and thought about the picture again in her heart, but the bride became herself.

Juncheng, Juncheng...

You want to be happy forever, and I will say goodbye to you.

Lu Lu whispered softly, and slowly leaned back on the soft pillow behind her, she closed her eyes, but the corners of her lips were still slightly hooked, her palm was tightly held, there was only a ring inside.

"Put it on if I tell you to, Rory, what are you doing?"

The man was impatient, put the ring on her middle finger rudely, and then frowned: "Put it on first, and change to a big diamond ring when we get married..."

"Thank you local tyrant, local tyrant, let's be friends..."

The pretty girl happily rushed over to hug his arm and act like a spoiled child. The man still looked impatient and pushed her, "Go, stop doing this."

But as he spoke, his eyes were full of smiles. That smile was the diamond that she had hidden in her heart for a lifetime, and it was what she wanted to take to the grave. Treasure...

Juncheng, Juncheng.

farewell.

She loosened her fingers suddenly, and the ring fell to the ground and rolled into a corner under the bed, where it was never seen again.

France, morning.

Gu Juncheng still got up early, and after drinking coffee, he was going to the garden to get some fresh air, when someone hurried over: "Master, master..."

He frowned, still impatient, but really impatient.

"Miss Lin..."

"I told you not to mention her!"

He growled with a dark face, clenched his fists so tightly, his expression was almost ferocious.

The visitor lowered his eyes, but still boldly continued, "Miss Lin...is dead."

"Hey!" He sneered suddenly, turned around and shook his hands: "If you talk nonsense again, you will get lost to the sky!"

The head of the visitor got even lower: "Master, it's true. In Lishui, in the small yard you bought, Miss Lin was ill for a year. When she died, there was no one around her. She was not taken care of by Mrs. Meng and Mrs. Ren until three days later. It turns out that the corpse... is about to rot..."

"What did you say? What did you say?" Gu Juncheng didn't know when, he grabbed the man's collar tightly, and the man was almost lifted up by him, strangling him out of breath.

"What are you talking about, what nonsense are you talking about! Get out, you. Get out! Get out..."

He roared sharply, like a crazy beast, and kept circling around the villa. The cool morning wind blew across his face. Suddenly, it seemed that someone was calling out with a smile, "Gu Juncheng! You can't be nice to me!"

"I'm not good enough for you?" He pinched that person's face, but the tentacles were not the warmth in his memory, but the emptiness and coldness.

He looked around blankly: "Lulu, Lulu..."

But there was no reply, and even the wind stopped.

He kept running and calling, "Lulu, Lulu..."

The bride came out of the house in a hurry, calling softly: "Jun Cheng..."

Her hand was pushed away, and her husband seemed to be crazy, running around in the villa, grabbing someone and calling "Lulu, Lulu..."

The bride took a step back in shock, but her nose was sore.

She stared blankly at her husband walking further and further away, and gradually, she could no longer see him.

Jun Cheng...

She shouted silently, chased after a few steps, but stopped again, what's the use, she already knew it, didn't she?His heart will never belong to her.

Gu Juncheng was running on the long street, paved thickly with fallen sycamore leaves, and there was a slight cracking sound when he stepped on it. His eyes were blurred, and he could hardly see the road in front of him clearly.

When he sees a young woman passing by, he will jump over to look at her face carefully, but it's not her, it's not the girl who used to love to talk and laugh, but was silent in the end...

Deer deer, deer deer...

That road is full of houses where the richest people in France live, but it is strange that there is a Chinese man who has been sitting on the street until winter.

Once a man was drunk and sat with him. One spoke French and the other Chinese, but the conversation was so lively.

The Frenchman was crying, but the Chinese man was crying silently.

If you get closer, you will hear him talking nonsense all by himself:

I lost my heart, lost my heart...

will never return.

do you know?Do you know what happens to a man without a heart?
No, you never know, a man without a heart can't even feel the pain.

He raised his head and looked at the sky beyond the dead branches, deer, deer...

He called that name, but there was no answer.

There is a wind blowing, blowing off the remaining snow on the branches, I don’t know who is smiling like a silver bell, calling softly, Juncheng, Juncheng, Gu Juncheng!You hate it the most...

Then do you still want to marry me?

Hmm... Even though you hate me the most, I still want to marry you...

I still want to marry you, Gu Juncheng, I still want to marry you...

But until I died, I still didn't become your bride.

Gu Juncheng...

Then, in the next life, let's meet again.

I'm gone, I'm gone...

The wind stopped, and the man slowly closed his eyes like an immobile statue in the snow under the tree.

(End of this chapter)