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Chapter 95 The ring on the ring finger (3)
Turning around and walking towards the depths of the aisle, the corners of his lips smiled slightly: Birth, old age, sickness and death, among the four things, as long as one is occupied, Zuo Cheng will not be able to control it. Although it is crazy, it seems to be a good assumption.

Behind him, Zuo Cheng stopped in his tracks, sneered at himself, "One thing is missing." His porcelain-white fingers pointed at the back of the person in front of him, and he slightly opened his lips, "You."

In this world, there are five things that the omnipotent Zuocheng has no way of doing: birth, old age, sickness and death, and Jiang Xiachu.

Start and follow slowly, without rushing or slowing down the distance.

At the end of the aisle is a door that says Qin Xiyuan Treatment Center.

Holding the handle, before the door opened, Zuo Cheng's hand was on the back of her hand, and he asked, "Are you afraid?" His voice was soft, not like Zuo Cheng's.

"Just take a nap." Jiang Xiachu replied, all perfunctory, without looking Zuo Cheng in the eye.

"Sleep well, I'm here." He reached out and brushed her loose hair.Putting his hand on her cheek, brushing it lightly bit by bit, Chun Chun's voice was like long-brewed red wine, pleasantly intoxicating, "I'm waiting for you here."

Ye Zaixi, a myth in the music world, also said that Jiang Xiachu's voice is very pleasant, but sometimes, it can make people shudderingly cold: "You still don't want to be here, I won't be able to sleep." city ​​hand.

Zuo Cheng smiled lightly, a little embarrassed, and withdrew his hand.

Pa-ta-the door was closed tightly, and the man didn't hesitate at all.

"Heh." With a sneer, he turned around and muttered softly to himself, "You always don't give me room like this."

There is a door that cannot be opened. The man outside the house walks away with a depressed body, and the woman inside the house sits on the sofa and laughs lightly.

On the opposite side, Qin Xiyuan had a computer on her lap, looked up at Jiang Xiachu, and then at the door: "Is Zuocheng here too?"

"Well, he's worried, he's probably afraid that I'll run away." Jiang Xiachu was just joking, with a faint smile on his lips, and his expression was indifferent.

Qin Xiyuan just smiled, and said in a playful tone: "Learn from the heart, worrying is a reflection of learning from behaviors such as worry, fear, and uncertainty."

Jiang Xiachu's eyes were so pale that there was no image, and his voice seemed to float above him, very indifferent: "I don't understand these technical terms."

It's not that they don't understand, it's just that they are neglected to understand. In psychology, it's called avoidance.Qin Xiyuan just laughed and did not continue her professional analysis.

Looking at Jiang Xiachu, her eyelids were covered with blue daisy, and she asked, "Have you been insomnia lately?"

"Well, the air in Zuo's house is bad, and I'm always thinking wildly."

She answered as if it didn't matter. In her voice, there was only a slight ups and downs at the end, her lips were tightly pursed, and her eyebrows were deeply furrowed.Out of professional habits, Qin Xiyuan made a thorough analysis in just a few glances: Zuo Cheng really made her restless.

Jiang Xiachu's illness, after five years of treatment, was about to destroy Zuocheng. Qin Xiyuan was a little helpless, paused when she tapped on the keyboard, raised her eyes and asked, "What are you thinking?"

"Yi Chen." Jiang Xiachu replied, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and his brows frowned even tighter.

Qin Xiyuan pondered for a while: "I don't want to sleep today, let's turn off the bell." Putting the computer on the coffee table, she looked at Jiang Xiachu's eyes with a smile, not sharp but seemed to be able to see through everything easily.

To untie the bell, one must tie it, and the biggest knot in Jiang Xiachu's heart is Qi Yichen.

Jiang Xiachu's brows were soaked in coolness, she pulled the corners of her lips, and said astringently, "But my bell tieman is not here."

"Who said it wasn't here." Qin Xiyuan chuckled, turned the computer around, and placed it under Jiang Xiachu's dazed eyes.

On the screen, the familiar and clean face caught Jiang Xiachu's eyes unexpectedly, but she forgot to react.

People who are separated by thousands of rivers and mountains are so close that they seem to be right in front of them: "Chu Xia."

He was calling her, and his voice was still as reassuring as the first time he saw her.

Jiang Xiachu's frowning brows were loosened, the shadows in her brows were gone, she opened her lips, but couldn't make a sound.

"At the beginning of summer." Qi Yichen smiled, smiling shallowly at her, the smile he had been most lustful for, actually made her feel like a dream.

She also laughed, and the smile was far-fetched, which must be uglier than crying.

"Let's talk." Qin Xiyuan took a look, threw a sentence, put on the earphones, and left enough space.

She opened her lips, and said two words with difficulty: "Yi Chen." The name that was once so familiar, the two words that had been called countless times, suddenly felt far away.

"Yeah." He was still the same as before, he would respond to her softly and nod his head, exactly as he remembered.

"I thought you would never answer me again." Rao tried his best to hold back, but his tone was still slightly choked.

At that time, he was unconscious, and she called his name all night, but he didn't answer.I wasn't wronged at first, but when I saw his face and eyes, I suddenly felt wronged: "In the hospital, I called you so many words, and you didn't answer me, not a single word." His eyes were sour, She just stared straight at Qi Yichen's face on the screen, as if it would disappear in the blink of an eye.

He seemed to stretch out his hand, but suddenly withdrew it. He moved a little closer to the camera, seemed tired, and said softly, "I'm sorry, you didn't answer when you called me, which made you scared."

Her astringent eyes dodged a little, and she watched Yi Chen's skinny hand slowly fall down: "Don't have a next time, okay?"

"En." Qi Yichen nodded, as if he wanted to laugh, but his mouth became sour and stiff.

Some blurred things blocked his vision, Jiang Xiachu blinked his eyes hard, and said in a calm tone, "Is your body okay?" Listening carefully, there was a slight tremor in the voice.

"En." Qi Yichen nodded.

His face was haggard, pale as paper... But he answered like this, Jiang Xiachu's fingers hanging under the sofa were tightly clenched.

He's not good... She knows, but just pretends not to know.

He asked again, "Did you have surgery?"

"Yeah." He nodded again, and added, "It's much better, and I can get out of bed."

The same answer, Jiang Xiachu expected, her Yi Chen is always like this, a person who can't lie, but always uses crappy lies to make her feel at ease, but she doesn't know that she is actually more disturbed, but she just has to pretend.

Her throat was so sore that she could hardly make a sound, but she kept asking, "Will chemotherapy be painful?"

"It doesn't hurt." Even through the screen, you can still see the thick beads of sweat on his forehead.

Doesn't it hurt?So what is he forbearing?He was lying to her again with lame lies.

Heart, like something is pulling, it hurts a lot.There were some sour things, so noisy in the eyes that they couldn't control it, but they gritted their teeth and refused to let it go. They stretched out their hands, and what their fingertips touched was the cold screen of the computer. Across thousands of mountains and rivers, there was Yichen's face: "Yi Chen, you've lost weight." She said with a smile, and she burst into tears.

Qi Yichen stepped back a little, and her fingertips seemed to be separated from her. He pulled the corners of his lips, and he could hear how much effort he used to speak: "Don't worry, I'm fine."

(End of this chapter)