Chen Junhua looks at her with her spare light and feels her loss.

He pursed his lips and clenched them in one hand.

I want to ask, but I dare not.

Afraid of opening, all the existing quiet, will be broken.

He also hopes that in the last period of time, she can accompany him wholeheartedly.

Even if it's charity or pity.

He doesn't care

Can often see the loss of her face, and most of the time in the face of forced laughter, Shen Junhua have seen in the eyes, pain in the heart.

As his head began to ache day by day, his vision began to blur.

He was really scared. When he woke up that day, he would never see her face again.

I can't see her smile any more.

Helpless in the dark, without a ray of light, he thought He will never accept it.

"Words..."

It was a long time before the absent-minded initial words came back and looked at him in a daze: "huh? What's the matter, Junhua? "

There are too many emotions in the dark eyes of Shen Junhua, which are too complex for her to see clearly.

A pair of arms reached out and held her in her arms.

Chu Yu leaned in his arms, Chen Junhua hugged her tightly with his arms, chin on her shoulder, "Yan Yan, let me hug you."

Let me hug you, once less.

So, let me hold you more in the last time.

A long life, a short life.

As long as we live together year by year, as short as we are apart forever.

Feeling that he was in the wrong mood, Chuyu raised his head and wanted to ask him what was wrong. As soon as he raised his head, he put his hand back into his arms.

"Junhua, what's the matter with you?"

"It's OK. I just want to hold you."

Chen Junhua holds her and feels the temperature uploaded from her. Until this moment, he can clearly feel that she is beside him.

Even if the person who kept her could not keep her heart, he also had a little comfort in his heart.

He told himself it was the last time in his life that he had embarrassed her.

Last time

…………

Pei sanshao wakes up and sees the white ceiling. His heart is filled with loss.

Why hasn't he died yet?

"Uncle..." The sound of Shaoze's milk is heard.

Pei San's eyes moved down. His eyes were fixed on Shaoze's face. "Shaoze, how are you here?"

Shaoze grabs his hand and lowers his head. "Shaoze promises to take good care of his uncle."

Little aunt?

Pei sanshao's brain is a little confused. After thinking about it for a while, he suddenly finds out that Shaoze's little aunt is the first language?

At the bottom of a pool of stagnant water's eyes, a glimmer of hope suddenly appeared. "Shaoze, who do you say you'll agree to?"

"Little aunt."

Pei sanshao sat up with difficulty, copied his hands from his armpit, carried him to the bed, and asked eagerly, "tell Uncle, when did aunt let you take care of uncle?"

Shaoze came to the hospital with his first words, and then to the ward. He said those words to him and told him.

Suddenly, he smiled and said, "little aunt is beautiful."

Pei San Shao was in a happy mood and flew up, "little aunt asked you to promise to take care of my uncle?"

"Well." Shaoze nodded heavily.

"You said, Auntie is crying?"

"Well."

"You say, the little aunt is running here?"

"Well."

"You said..." Pei sanshao was so excited that Shaoze put his head on his chest with headache.

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