New York, USA.

Meng Hua sat quietly on the bed, the white quilt covered his knees, he was on the phone, talking and laughing, and he didn't know who he was talking to.

"Yes, that's fine, then, that's it, when there is a situation, you can report to me. Meng Hua said, hung up the phone, put the phone aside, his fingers tapped the back of the phone, making a crisp sound, but outside the ward, it was Jiang Ling chatting with a group of foreign authoritative doctors, Meng Hua looked relieved, after a closer look, Meng Hua's face seemed to be whiter than before, since the last operation, Meng Hua has become more and more weak.

Meng Hua's face was white and oozing.

When Meng Hua was lying on this hospital bed for the first time, looking at the faces of those authoritative doctors and listening to their professional terms, Meng Hua only felt scared, he was afraid that he would die, and he still remembered that the teacher in junior high school said that the literati in the Wei and Jin dynasties were very afraid of death, so they were all pursuing immortality, eating medicine and wine, Meng Hua and Ye Qiquan were actually laughing at those literati on that day.

Why are you so afraid of death? People are sure to die, why, do you still want to become an immortal? How is it possible?

But now, Meng Hua doesn't think so.

"I want to live. This is the first time Meng Hua lay on this hospital bed, the first words to these doctors, he became afraid of death, unconsciously longing for immortality, for this reason he went to Harvard to study, specializing in medicine, for this reason to get acquainted with Jiangling, just to find his own way out, however, Meng Hua's disease, the next fifty years may not be cured.

How many 50 years is there in life? Moreover, Meng Hua will never live to be 50 years old.

"But now I'm not scared anymore. Meng Hua said softly and slowly, "It doesn't matter if I die, but as long as she lives well, I don't matter." Meng Hua seemed to see through the red dust, and stared out the window blankly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Jiang Ling walked to the door of the ward dejectedly, but instantly cheered up, pushed open the door with a smile, and walked to Meng Hua's side, Jiang Ling kept laughing, smiling very happily. "Meng Hua, don't worry, we have found a new treatment, and we will definitely be able to cure you. Jiang Ling said, Meng Hua listened, looked at Jiang Ling, and nodded.

"Oh, I see. Meng Hua replied, Jiang Ling nodded, and she was about to say something, but she was suddenly interrupted, and was ruthlessly and abruptly interrupted by Meng Hua.

"How long can I live?" Meng Hua asked. Jiang Ling was surprised for a while, instantly overwhelmed, and smiled.

"Meng Hua, you have to cheer up, you can't give up hope. Jiang Ling said, but Meng Hua's eyes were resolute and determined, and he didn't care what Jiang Ling said at all, but repeated it again and again.

"I, how long can I live!" Meng Hua asked again, asking more and more decisively, and his tone became colder and colder each time, like a glacier that has not melted for 10,000 years, even if the sun comes, it seems that it can't melt for half a minute.

"Three, less than three years. Jiang Ling's eyes became red, sat beside Meng Hua, and said, Meng Hua smiled, smiled with relief, what kind of person is this! Even if he faces the threat of death, he can laugh at the most beautiful flower in the world! Jiang Ling looked at Meng Hua laughing, and seemed to be even more sad, hugged Meng Hua and cried bitterly, Meng Hua comforted her, and should also comfort herself.

"It's okay, let's go on, there's still three years, isn't it? It's okay, don't cry. Meng Hua said, Jiang Ling was just crying, crying, because she knew Meng Hua, and it was precisely because she knew Meng Hua that she knew that Meng Hua was just comforting herself.

Meng Hua is such a gentle person! Even if he is about to die, he is comforting others. Maybe it's because of this that Meng Hua and Ye Tianquan met, the two gentlest and most timid people in the world came together, got to know each other, and became good friends, maybe, it's really fate!

Tokyo, Japan.

Miyamoto Chizo looked at Lin Xi's inspection report in his hand, and was about to call Ye Qiquan, but the phone rang by himself.

"Moximosi??" asked Miyamoto Chizo.

"It's me, Miyamoto-kun. Canglan Yilong said, drank a cup of tea and continued: "I, I saw your apprentice and Ye Qiquan. ”

"Oh, yes, what's the matter, my apprentice is handsome, don't you think about abducting my apprentice!" Miyamoto Chizo teased.

"Don't laugh, you and I know very well that your apprentice is talented, I'm afraid that when he completes his kendo, in the whole of Japan, and even in the whole world, no one can resist his sword, Beichen is a sword stream and two days first-class, it is really unimaginable how brilliant Japanese kendo will be in the future!"

"Also, Yeliquan has grown up a lot, become stronger, and stronger!" Canglan Yilong said, Miyamoto Chizo nodded and replied.

"Be careful, he's coming back for revenge, he's coming back, to put an end to this filthy fate, and God knows what will happen if the Divine One gets angry. Miyamoto Chizo said, looking at the night sky outside the window: "I'm afraid, the sky will crack open!"

"Actually, I've already decided that after the decisive battle with the Godmaster, I'll give up the position of the president of the Kendo Association and hand it over to you. Canglan Yilong said something that Miyamoto Chizo did not expect.

"Are you going to give way? How old are you? In your early fifties, besides, I'm such a hanger, give way to me? Are you really not afraid that Japanese kendo will be ruined in my hands? Besides, you've been fighting for this position for so long, so forget it?" Miyamoto Chizo said, on the other end of the phone, Canglan Yilong sighed, Miyamoto Chizo listened to that sigh, very sad, very long.

"I'm old, I can't do it anymore, I want to go around and stay here, it's not a way," Canglan Yilong said, but suddenly said something that had nothing to do with before: "That girl looks like Sakura!" Miyamoto Chizo paused when he heard the word Sakura, and the two didn't speak for a long time.

"It's really like that girl also likes to fall in the night, and a lot of times, I think it's Sakura standing in front of me and smiling at me, although, Sakura rarely smiles. Miyamoto said.

"Sakura, she really doesn't like to laugh. Canglan Yilong nodded and agreed: "Otherwise, wait until your apprentice and my apprentice are having a fight, whoever wins, who will be the next president of the Kendo Association, you don't want your apprentice to be buried." ”

"Yes, the glory of Kube should have risen earlier, but I was affected by an old man like me and embarked on the path I did back then, so it's decided. ”

"Good. Canglan Yilong nodded, hung up the phone, and closed his eyes, the same is true for Miyamoto Chizo, but Miyamoto Chizo is uneasy, he has a premonition that something unimaginable will happen, and he feels scared.

"Hopefully, not as I thought. ”

Creek of the Night