"After three years, music diva Wen Yan suddenly appeared in a university auditorium in Yuncheng to hold a small concert, but there was an accident at the concert site, and she was rushed to the hospital after fainting......

Avoiding the outside shooting cars of major media, Qiao Weiliang and Ruan Qing wore masks and caps and entered the hospital in a low-key manner, and went up to the third floor.

Qiao Weiliang and Ruan Qing walked over quickly, and when they came to the man, there was no sound, they just stood aside and waited quietly.

What is Wen Yan's physical condition, everything depends on the doctor's judgment.

Leaning against the cold and hard wall, the cold air seeped into the flesh and bones through the spring clothes that were not very thick, Qiao Weiliang couldn't help but rub her arms, it was already a long way for her to stand in the hospital corridor like this last time waiting for news.

The surroundings were quiet, so quiet that people panicked.

Qiao Weiliang's gaze couldn't help but fall on Yin Xi, the man stood there like a military posture, his gaze was far away, like a lifelike sculpture.

His face was a little haggard, his eyes were bloodshot, and his thin lenses were a little dusty and blurred.

He looked quite calm, Qiao Weiliang suddenly remembered his madness at the moment when Wen Yan was declared dead three years ago, as if the whole world had been overturned and the most precious treasure had been burned.

From the moment Wen Yan fell on the stage, Qiao Weiliang already had a bad guess in his heart.

Yin Xi was so bad to Wen Yan at the beginning, she was so resolute, how could she come back for no reason, and get along with him peacefully?

If this time he was faced with the same situation as he was three years ago, what would this man do?

Qiao Weiliang thought silently, Ruan Qing touched her arm and exchanged a worried look.

What's the use of worrying?

Some things, no matter how much they resist and resist, will always happen.

Only at this time will people discover that in fact, life is very short, and a person's ability is also very limited, birth, old age, sickness and death, joys and sorrows, no one can escape, it's just that the time is different.

Fortunately, the waiting time was not too long, and he promised to come out soon, take off his mask, and his expression was so solemn that he didn't need to open his mouth to explain everything.

Yin Xi didn't wait for him to speak, and went directly past him to look at Wen Yan.

Qiao Weiliang stared at him for a while, and looked at Xu Promise.

"The patient's stomach function has completely deteriorated, and he can only rely on nutrient solutions to maintain the basic needs of the body. ”

"How long can it last?"

Qiao asked the most cruel question calmly, and promised to lift his eyes and look at her, but his eyes were helpless and regretful.

"For a maximum of three days, the body's circulatory function will be completely paralyzed. ”

At that time, even the infusion tube will not be able to deliver nutrients to the warm body.

Probably nothing could have been more cruel than that sounded, and the person lying in the hospital bed had only three days.

Joe Weiliang remembered Helen Keller's "If I Had Three Days of Light"

What would you do if you had only three days left on your life?

Eat, drink and be merry, see the scenery you want to see the most, say what you want to say the most or kiss the person you love the most?

But what if you can't see, hear, feel anything in those last three days?

In the last three days, Wen Yan did not spend the last three days in the hospital, Yin Xi took her home.

There, he gave her the most extreme pleasure and the most painful pain.

Her love for him was born here, and he was also strangled here.

The wardrobe in the bedroom was full of clothes that had not yet been cut off the tags, from spring to winter, which he carefully selected for her after she left.

On the balcony on the second floor, her favorite double chaise longue still hangs, and outside the balcony, her favorite camellia is planted, from which he asked the craftsman to make a rattan chair that can be shaken.

Morning glories wrapped around the rattan chair grew vigorously, but her eyes lost their brilliance.

Even though he knew she couldn't smell it now, he helped her wash off the smell of disinfectant as soon as he got home, and then helped her change into loose and comfortable loungewear.

She's so thin that it's like an insatiable vampire living in her body, and she's going to suck her dry.

Her lips had lost their rosiness, and there was no blood in them, but he still bowed his head and kissed her, meticulously kissing, inch by inch, for fear of the slightest slackness, and he was as pious as a Buddha.

He hugged her and lay on the recliner on the balcony to watch the sun slowly set, the last light fell, and then the sky was full of stars.

He hugged her, gently played with her fingers, and whispered in a lingering voice, saying love words that were three years late.

He knew she couldn't hear it, but he still stubbornly told her.

He misses like madness, he overthrows all tenderness, all his heartbeat and love......

For the rest of his life, there will never be a person who can make him worry about his bones.

He had spoken all night of love, and she didn't say a word, and at dawn, when the first rays of sunlight shone on them again, he kissed her on the lips, and then put a ring on her ring finger.

"Good morning, Mrs. Yin. ”

He spoke attentively and affectionately, but a crystal tear quickly slipped down her handsome face, dripping down her pale cheeks, but she didn't even frown.

He made breakfast for her, didn't force her to eat, just found a wheelchair for her to sit on the edge of the kitchen, and pretended to talk to her as he made it.

"Do you remember the first time I was cooked, it was green pepper shredded potatoes, but I spent too much time looking for you in the past three years, and I didn't practice, and my knife skills are still so bad......"

He babbled on and on, like the most ordinary couple, spoiling his newlywed wife.

When the meal was ready and served, he accompanied her to watch the food go from hot to cold.

She can't eat anything now, and neither can she.

In the afternoon, he lay on a wicker chair in the garden with her, and the breeze blew and the camellia leaves rattled, but unfortunately, she could not hear.

There seemed to be the floral fragrance of camellia in the wind, but unfortunately, she couldn't smell it.

It wasn't until the warm sun slanted westward again, dyeing most of the sky red, that he suddenly got up and knelt in front of her, and said in a loud voice: "Miss Wen Yan, are you willing to marry Mr. Yin Xi as your wife?"

She lay on the wicker chair, indifferent, her eyes rolling unconsciously.

He knelt like that, knowing that there was nothing in her world, but he still stubbornly knelt.

His hands were within her reach, but they seemed to be separated from the mountains and the sea, and they could no longer touch each other.

I don't know how long it took, his arms began to ache and his knees began to hurt, but he didn't notice it, he just stared greedily at the people on the rattan chair.

As the sun sets, night falls, and the moonlight pours down through the clouds, casting a hazy veil over everything.

The temperature began to drop, and Yin Xi was just about to get up and carry Wen Yan back to the room, when a cold hand suddenly entered his palm.

The hand was so thin that it was like an old man, and the body preceded consciousness, and instinctively held her hand.

"Yin Xi?"

She whispered in confusion, her voice was weak and hoarse, no longer ethereal, but it sounded like heaven to his ears.

"I'm here. ”

He suppressed the ecstasy in his heart and replied, and his eyes couldn't help but show some anticipation, but he heard her continue: "Are you there? I just dreamed of you, you are wearing a white suit, holding a rose in your hand and proposing to me, asking me if I would like to marry you. ”

"That'...... Would you like to?"

He asked, but he didn't wait for an answer for a long time.

When the night breeze blew again, he bit the tip of his tongue and kissed her on the lips.

The bloodless lips were kissed by him with a bewitching red, which was unusually gorgeous.

He suddenly remembered her face that was so angry that she was about to drip blood after asking for it one night.

He didn't fall in love with her at first sight, but he had already fallen in love unconsciously.

Half a month later, Yuncheng held a grand wedding.

The wedding was extravagant, but the venue was held in a cemetery in the suburbs with excellent feng shui.

The groom stood in front of the bride's grave in a snow-white suit and flowers in his hand, knelt down on one knee, and finally imprinted a kiss on the tombstone affectionately.

Mrs. Yin, happy newlywed!