- I love you, it starts in midsummer and ends in late autumn. I'm sorry I can't raise flowers with you, I'm going to another place to love you!

During the Spring Festival of the second year, after the first meeting between Miss Zhou and the young Zhao family, the marriage of the two was finalized, and the marriage was completed in the same month. According to the agreement, both sides of the wedding will be held, after all, Daddy Zhou is always a daughter, and the Zhou family is such a daughter. On the day of their wedding, the Zhou family was very lively, Zhou's mother raised a fat pig for a year on this day was sent to the table full of guests, the mountain changed the tranquility of the past, the sound of firecrackers echoed in the valley for a long time, until the guests dispersed, until the village people surrounded Miss Zhou's family out of the village......

After getting married, Miss Zhou still worked as a librarian at the school, and the young Zhao entered a research institute on the recommendation of the head of the department. The lives of the two are also happy. The work of the research institute often requires staying up late, so Miss Zhou made dinner after work and sent it to the young Zhao. At first, the guards of the institute did not let Miss Zhou in, but later the number of times she sent it became familiar, and Miss Zhou could almost enter and leave the institute freely.

Sometimes, the young Zhao will also have a day off, so he will see the two at the door of the movie theater, then in the vegetable market, and then on the road to see the two snuggling home.

Life is like a movie, repeating the pieces that have been made on the screen. And in these ordinary clips, the reality of people's pursuit of happiness is integrated.

The happy life of Miss Zhou and the young Zhao lasted until Miss Zhou became "Aunt Zhao" and the young Zhao became "Old Zhao", one day in late autumn.

On this day, the color of the setting sun was as red as blood, and it refused to set on the horizon, and the dark blue sky of the past was also shrouded in a layer of gray; a gust of autumn wind swept by, and the dead leaves of the plane trees planted on the sidewalk fell to the ground with the wind, making a loud noise; passers-by wrapped their coats tightly and quickened their pace.

"Old Zhao, pour me a glass of water. Aunt Zhao was wearing reading glasses, sitting on the cloth sofa, holding a long needle in both hands and knitting a sweater for Lao Zhao's head seriously, the main body of the sweater had been completely knitted, and there were only two sleeves left.

"It's here!" Lao Zhao held the old porcelain cup of "unity is strength" at home, and walked towards Aunt Zhao tremblingly.

The sound of "bang" shifted Aunt Zhao's attention from the sweater to the place where Lao Zhao Tou walked over. Then there was the sound of the porcelain cup colliding with the hard ground. Aunt Zhao hurriedly threw the sweater aside and ran over to pick up the old Zhao who fell to the ground. But after all, Aunt Zhao is no longer the girl Zhou when she was young, and she no longer has the strength to pull this beloved person up from the cold ground. After trying a few times, Aunt Zhao was so tired that she sat down on the ground. Looking at the old Zhao head lying on the ground, Aunt Zhao couldn't care about her dizzy head at the moment, and struggled to find the old man machine from her pocket.

"Help!" After the phone was connected, Aunt Zhao shouted out this sentence first. After the other party asked Aunt Zhao for her address, he comforted Aunt Zhao and hung up the phone. Aunt Zhao didn't pay attention to anything other than waiting at this time. Fortunately, the medical conditions in this era are very good, and within 20 minutes, the sound of an ambulance whistle was heard downstairs.

When Lao Zhao Tou woke up, it was already the next morning, and he wanted to sit up, but found that he couldn't exert himself at all. The body was also covered with medical tape with many wires, and one end of the wire was connected to an instrument. Three wavy lines move in a regular pattern on the display of the instrument. Following the breathing tube inserted in his nose, Lao Zhao caught a glimpse of Aunt Zhao who was asleep on the bed. He knew that she must not have slept well last night, so he didn't wake her up, and he didn't move anymore, for fear that a small movement would wake her up.

Seeing that the familiar face was now full of wrinkles, and the original green silk had also turned into today's white hair, Lao Zhao couldn't help but feel a little sentimental. This life is really short, and I haven't had enough days with her, and it seems to be coming to an end.

"Doctor's round!" a young nurse knocked on the door, followed by a slightly older "white coat" with glasses and a group of young "white coats" with glasses. The sound of the nurse knocking on the door woke up Aunt Zhao, who was lying on the bed. Lao Zhao looked at the exhaustion on his wife's face, and felt distressed again, and the wavy line on that together also changed drastically.

"Auntie, are you a family member?" asked a young doctor.

"Yes, I'm his wife. Aunt Zhao stood up and said.

"Please come with me!" the young doctor led Aunt Zhao to the hallway. "Stomach cancer is in an advanced stage, it has metastasized, and there is no point in re-treatment! ”

Hearing the news, Aunt Zhao sat down on the ground again as if she had been electrocuted, and the young doctor saw this and hurriedly went up to help her to the seat in the hospital. Aunt Zhao can be regarded as a person who has experienced great storms, and when she lives to this age, she knows very well in her heart that she must not collapse at this time.

"How long does he have left?"

"It's hard to say, three months at most. ”

"Can the treatment be extended?"

"In the case of treatment, up to three months. ”

Hearing what the doctor said, Aunt Zhao had already made up her mind.

"Doctor, I still want to try to prolong his life while relieving his pain. ”

"Now that you've decided, we'll do our best!"

When Aunt Zhao returned to the ward from the corridor, the other doctors had already left. Old Zhao was lying weakly on the hospital bed, and when he saw Aunt Zhao coming in, he wanted to say something, but he didn't say it after all.

"Old man, can I go home and make you some soup?" Aunt Zhao's first words when she entered the door were forcefully spoken.

"No~ No, I don't worry about you going back alone, I want to go home with you. Lao Zhao on the hospital bed wanted to get up. was stopped by Aunt Zhao.

"Obedient, we are sick now, and we must be cured before we can be discharged. ”

"I don't want to treat it, I'm fine, I'm just hungry! I want to go home with you!" Old Zhao Touyi wanted to struggle to get up, but his body was already extremely weak.

"Don't you listen to me?" Aunt Zhao's face turned and her eyes rolled, and Old Zhao stopped talking. Lying obediently on the hospital bed, the squiggly lines on the instrument that had just been disturbed returned to normal again.

One day two months later, Lao Zhao's face was full of red, and he could barely walk on the ground with Aunt Zhao's support.

"Wife, go out for a walk with me!" Old Zhao Tou grabbed Aunt Zhao's hand tightly.

"Let's go!" Aunt Zhao's tone was just like going out with Lao Zhao Tou as usual, but now she couldn't pull him, so she could only help him into a wheelchair and push him out.

Underneath the inpatient building is a ginkgo forest. At this time, there are almost no ginkgo leaves on the ginkgo trees, and the few ginkgo trees still have a few slightly green leaves.

"Wife, I want to sit on that bench. Old Zhao Tou pointed to the bench on the edge of the woods. Aunt Zhao pushed him to the front, helped him sit down, and let him lean on her body.

"Wife, thank you......" Old Zhao Tou leaned on Aunt Zhao's body and slowly closed his eyes.

An autumn wind swept by, stripping the few leaves of the ginkgo trees from the trees, but refusing to let them swim with the wind, but letting them fall. The last fallen ginkgo leaf, after spinning a few times in the air, happened to fall into Lao Zhaotou's arms.

Aunt Zhao looked at Lao Zhao beside her, at this moment, he and the world he loved had become blurred in her eyes.

"Old man, let's go home!"