Ye Muting sat in the number one cabin of the flight to country F, he slowly closed his bloodshot eyes from overwork, and leaned back on the seat to sleep. When the plane arrived at the airport 11 hours later, he opened his eyes to the sound of the cabin announcement, and a tear slowly flowed from his eyes. He was stunned, and then the tears were stroked away by his white and slender hands, and a wry smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and he murmured, "I dreamed of you again." Then he looked up at the roof of the plane and closed his eyes, Sheng'er, are you really never going back, I miss you so much. Countless tears poured out of his eyes.

In front of a villa in the center of country B, Xuan Qingheng carried a large bag of snacks, took out the key and opened the door of the apartment, and sighed when he saw the woman rubbing her temples with her eyes closed on the sofa.

The woman's face was so delicate but she couldn't hide a trace of tiredness in her expression, she didn't open her eyes, frowned and asked the person who opened the door: "Qingheng, are you here?" If Ye Muting was here, he would definitely be shocked. The beautiful woman on the sofa is obviously Mo Lusheng, who "died" five years ago. Xuan Qingheng looked at her haggard and the heaviness that couldn't be concealed in her words and knew what was going on: "Another one?"

"Yes. There was a hint of helplessness and pain in her words, and Xuan Qingheng frowned, seemingly displeased.

Walking behind Mo Lusheng, her slender and white fingers gently pressed her temples: "Lusheng, as a doctor, you should know better than me, life and death on the operating table are common, you are a doctor and can't be disturbed by these emotions, your recent state is very bad, in the afternoon, I will take you to see." “

Mo Lusheng was moved in her heart, this man was always so good to her, and he always thought so thoughtfully for her, but this also made her think that the man in the past was also so gentle, but in the end, he ...... She rubbed her head, listening to Xuan Qingheng's unquestionable tone, she nodded helplessly. She also hopes that she can quickly adjust her condition and continue to work, after all, every operation she has has is a matter of human life. In the afternoon, Xuan Qingheng took Mo Lusheng to a psychological clinic in the center of B, and looked at the new decoration thoughtfully: It seems to be newly opened. However, the name is chic, and it is actually written in Chinese on the streets of this B city, as Xuan Qingheng pointed to the name of the store as if he had discovered a new continent and said to Mo Luxuan: "Si Sheng, this store name is related to you." ”

Mo Lu looked at his fingertips, and he was also surprised. Looking at the two words "condensation" on it, he frowned, is it homophonic? But the "condensation" here should be the meaning of condensing life. Since that incident, Mo Lusheng has been very resistant to the psychological clinic, and when he saw these two words, he felt a little anxious and uneasy in his heart, but for Xuan Qingheng's stubborn attitude, he could only let him take his little hand and walk in.

Mo Lusheng was pulled into the store by Xuan Qingheng, the atmosphere of the store and the light color matching, people quickly relaxed, just when Xuan Qingheng went to the front desk to consult, Mo Lusheng turned around in the store boringly, her eyes followed the exquisite paintings on the wall and walked inward,

Then his eyes were drawn to a painting of begonia flowers. She loves begonias the most, and has seen many begonia paintings, but none of them attract her like the begonias in this painting.

The faint pink outlines the outline of the petals, a drop of dew slides on the stamens, and the petals that are beautiful under the light become extremely charming, but they are not tacky, and they are even more breathtaking. The peach is dying, scorching its glory.