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Chapter 79 Strategizing for her (2)
Because of concern, so nostalgia, so afraid.He is a person who has already entered the loess with one foot, and has long been indifferent to life and death. After meeting her, he began to fear the loess of eternal sleep.

Afraid that she would be lonely and sad, afraid that no one would respond when she called him Yi Chen, afraid that no one would hold her cold hand when she said to save me...

He is such a timid and timid person, afraid of many, many things.

She stretched her arms around him, tightly, her voice was low and suppressed: "You always tell me not to pretend, I lied again, that sentence is not afraid to be false, I am afraid, very afraid, afraid that you will die." She looked up , the terrified eyes were reflected in his eyes, his voice was trembling and hoarse, "Didn't you say you won't live past 25? It's been four years, and you're still alive where I can see you, so Yi Chen, tell me, are you still alive?" There are a lot of 25 years, right?"

She was like a lost child, helpless and frightened.Qi Yichen is her survival, her reliance, she has no one to rely on and can only cling to.

It is said that Jiang Xiachu is ruthless and ungrateful, without waves or traces, but in fact she is greedy, a man who has nothing to do with love, but she wants so many 25 years.

Qi Yichen just smiled, stretched out his hand to brush her panicked eyes, and whispered softly: "I don't need many, I can't be so greedy."

He, as long as he can accompany her until she is no longer afraid.

She shook her head, her long eyelashes were covered with a layer of vague mist, her eyes were like the surface of a lake blown by the wind, rippling, almost full: "I am very greedy and selfish, I know, you are very sad, very It hurts, I can’t even breathe, but I still hope you don’t give up no matter how painful it is.”

She hugged him, and her hands were sore. She was so skinny, she must have been in pain, it must have been extremely uncomfortable.

It's just that she can't let go, he is the one who gives her breath.

His hand covered her eyes, and his cool palm dripped with warmth.

Jiang Xiachu, who never cried, shed tears, for him.

He has never been a greedy person. With such a person, such a time, the tears in the palm of his hand are enough.

Those are not the tears of a lover, but those of a divorced person, his widow.

In the palm of her hand, her long eyelashes trembled, and soon, he didn't take back his hand. She, who is so proud and strong, definitely didn't want him to see her crying.He was just in her ear, with all his strength, let her hear loudly: "No, I can't let you go." Wei Liang's fingertips slid across her eyes, taking away her wet tears, obsessed The voice was weak but clear, "If one day I can't make it through, Xia Chu, don't forget to say a few more words of my name, and I will be able to come back."

This is the only promise he can give.When she called him, he was reluctant to abandon her, and no matter how far he went, he would come back.

As long as she waits, he won't leave.

She opened her eyes, the wetness was like the surface of a lake after the rain, with moist water vapor, she nodded heavily, she leaned against him and said: "I will not forget, and you don't break your promise, even if it is an agreement, I don't believe it." This, but trust you."

Jiang Xiachu's world has long since made no promises, and she only believes in this one person.

"At the beginning of Xia, I want to live. I have always, never felt like living like this, even if it's just lingering."

Lingering on the hospital bed for eight years, fearing life and death, this was the first time when he held her.

"Well, then live on, like you promised me." She hugged him for five years and had never hugged him like this before.

Another 25 years, until I am old, loess and white bones, I will not be afraid anymore.

"Okay, I'll live well, for you." The weak voice after illness, every word was as firm as iron.

"No, for yourself." Without raising her eyes, she moved her hand to his broken and dead heart, and gently covered it, "Yi Chen, don't lie to me, if I can't trust you, there is no one in this world who can do it for me." Believe anything."

Jiang Xiachu trusted very little, and only gave it to Qi Yichen.

"it is good."

He answered with only one word and nothing else.

Who would believe that they are not lovers like this, and this night has nothing to do with Fengyue.

Under the moon, whispering, cuddling, the one who is believed is not the promise made, but the person who made the promise.

The moonlight diffused over the dark clouds, shedding a layer of apricot-yellow mottled, through the window, shining on them who are hugging each other, and their world, which cannot bear to be disturbed.

The moon spread across the roof and landed on the glass of the door, revealing a pair of dark clouds that surpassed the moon, and the gloom between the eyebrows seemed to want to cover the whole night and the whole world.

Uncle Jin forgot to take a look at the two people embracing inside the door, and worriedly called out: "Master."

Turning his eyes, his eyes were gloomy and piercing, his lips parted slightly, and his voice could hardly be heard: "Do it." There was a hint of coldness around his lips.

After the words fell, he turned around, wearing the ruthless charm of the night.

In Zuocheng's world, there are only love and hate, there is never a vague middle ground.Jiang Xiachu gave him the former, and Zuo Cheng undoubtedly regarded the man as the latter.

She can not love him, but he will never allow others.

She, I don't know, this man is crazy about her again.

"Doctor, save him." In the silence, the voice resounded, and one could hear trembling with fear.

It was quiet and peaceful, and after only one day and night, there was another disturbance.

It's still night, so quiet, wrinkled hustle and bustle.

"Save my Yi Chen." She murmured, "Save him."

Without her life anymore, Jiang Xiachu's world collapsed silently.

Because the man's eyes were not lit up.

She didn't know how he was pushed into the operating room, nor how she staggered all the way.

Only when the surgeons close together...

"Click-"

After a sound, the ringing in her ears dissipated, and her world began to go dark. For some reason, she just stared at the white vision in the glass window.

At the door, the two people who came running also staggered.

"At the beginning of Xia, what happened to Yi Chen?" Qin Xiyuan's forehead was covered with big beads of sweat, soaking her plain white lips.

This woman must love that man. At this time, she has forgotten to cover it up, it is written in her eyes, but no one has time to take care of it.

With a tired body, the usually majestic Supervision Chief had disheveled hair, his back hooked slightly, trembling slightly: "Yi Chen, what's wrong with Yi Chen?" But without waiting for an answer, he muttered again in a daze, "My boy, he'll get through it."

He knelt down and lit a cigarette.This is just a father, a father who worries about his child's life and death.

Qin Xiyuan was no longer calm: "Chu Xia, tell me."

Jiang Xiachu's eyes remained motionless, and he remained silent, turning a deaf ear.

"What's the matter, it's fine during the day, doesn't it mean that the situation has stabilized? Why did it suddenly—" The usually graceful and elegant woman was also flustered and helpless.

(End of this chapter)