Their Intriguing Marriage

"What's the matter?" Lan Qing took over a bowl of soup handed over by the servant Sheng Hao, as if casually asked.

Li Qingning smile, said: "nothing, may be pregnancy reaction." With chopsticks in her hand, she fiddled back and forth in the plate, but she never picked it up to take a bite. She looked weak.

She tried her best to hide her inner uneasiness and sorrow, and tried to finish the dinner calmly, but after a meal, she was still very tired.

As she said, it's really nothing, but throughout the night, Feng Chi's emaciated face, the emptiness in his eyes, and the remaining emotions should be defined as a kind of wet despair and sadness.

OK, let's put the clock back six hours ago.

Li Qingning just took Sisi and waved goodbye to her tutor with a smile, watching her disappear in the villa area in the car of lanqingpai. Everything was quiet, peaceful and natural. When they turned to enter the villa, they saw Feng Chi's car parked outside the villa.

The housekeeper looked at Feng Chi, who came down from the car. Of course, he remembered what he had told him before, so he started to ask him back. But Li Qingning stopped him and said, "please let him in."

He looks as if he is not good. He has lost a lot of weight, his eyes are sunken, and his face doesn't have the same high spirited luster as before.

After Li Qingning orders Xiao Hong to take her upstairs, she sits down opposite Feng Chi and puts a cup of black tea in front of him.

The look on his face made him look a little strange. The man in front of him no longer seemed to be the dandy who didn't pay attention to the whole world. I don't know when, he has become a deep mature man. Now, he is a mature man full of sadness.

Sitting in front of Li Qingning, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed and even rubbed his hands at a loss, but he didn't know where to start.

Finally, it was Li Qingning who whispered: "he... How is he?"

Feng Chi originally looked down at the dense heat of black tea on the table, thinking about how to start, but she suddenly threw the question, he raised his head, eyes fell on her face, eyes with a little surprise.

He looked at Li Qingning and bit his lip gently. Then, with a very unnatural look, he casually dropped his eyes on a corner of the living room and slowly said: "not very good... The doctor said... If the transplant operation is not carried out as soon as possible, it may... It may be..." but he could not say the consequence anyway.

"So you came to me today to tell me that?" She could not help straightening up, her eyes floating in the air, and finally fell lightly on his face.

Feng Chi's Adam's Apple moved up and down, licked his dry lips and said, "well... I didn't succeed in matching, and... So far, there is no suitable liver source in China."

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly in the air and gave a faint "Oh".

The whole evening, Lan Qing behaved very normal, as if he didn't notice the deep sadness and sadness in Li Qingning's eyes. After she took a bath, Lan Qing was lying on the bed with her eyes closed. There was a familiar music in the room. She remembers that Feng Yifei told her that it was his mother's favorite music in those years. But how could he know?

She walked gently to the bed and lay down beside him, her head against his arm, her hair still wet and not blown dry. A Russian ballad with a male voice, accompanied by a musical sound with texture like an old silk, flows into the ear and fills the whole room.

Her mood was suddenly calm as never before. For a moment, she seemed to see a lot of Russians in thick fur walking on the snowy street at dusk. They bowed their heads and rushed to the road, but with special firmness in their eyes. There are many carriages passing by, tall and bare trees, heavy snow filled the whole city, and the vast white between heaven and earth.

Originally listening to this song, she only felt peaceful and quiet, but now she heard a bit sad and heartbreaking.

"Lan Qing, do you know that my father's condition has deteriorated?" She looked up at his quiet side face and asked softly. Although he closed his eyes, she knew that he was as sober as herself.

His eyelids moved, but he still didn't open them. He whispered "MMM".

"You know?" She looked at him with her eyes wide open and her voice raised a few degrees.

He slowly opened his eyes, stretched out his hand to her shoulder, said: "I know Feng Chi came today, from your performance tonight, I guess a little, I know you will tell me."

At this moment, her whole body softened down, even the expression on her face was finally broken down, so obviously sad.

She leaned in his arms and said, "but I just know the existence of this person in the world. I don't want him to leave."

"Qingning, you have to know that the past of life and death in this world can not be retrieved by you alone. Let it be. I will try my best to help him." Subconsciously, he clenched her shoulder, held her even tighter, held her firmly in his arms, as if afraid that she would disappear from him in the next second.

She put her face to his chest, listened to his strong heartbeat, and whispered, "but how can I watch her leave before my eyes and do nothing?" Her voice is so light, drowned in his heartbeat, more like talking to himself.

Although the days keep moving forward, winter seems to stay in this city stubbornly, and the signs of spring are just some illusions. Everything is still cold.

In the morning, when we get to the door, there will still be a big cold coming from all directions. After Lan Qing left in the early morning, she stood by the French window of the living room, quietly watching the cold outside the window. There was a little steam on the glass, which was a little fuzzy. The scenery outside the window looked like fuzzy oil paint.

She could not help but think of that peaceful but old face, suddenly a little afraid, afraid that he would suddenly leave his life. It has been more than 20 years since she was so afraid that she can't remember when it was the last time. Even when she fell from the roof, she was not so afraid.

Most of the time, everyone's life in this world is like a narrative clip of the soundtrack in a movie. The lens cuts from everyone's body and face one by one, then turns around and turns back again. Without any dialogue or lines, everyone just appears in the lens covered by the background music sadly and silently.