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"Because he understands you."

Yes, Song Cheng understands me, and if he doesn't understand me for seven years, if he doesn't know me, who else in the world understands me, if he says to me, with my character, even if he is bankrupt, he will be treated, and if he knows that he can't be cured, he will be cured.

It was a sad feeling, and the truth came so suddenly, so suddenly that I didn't recover until I got on the plane to England.

I lay on Tang Xi's heart and asked him, "Then did I do something wrong?"

Tang Xi shook his head. You're not wrong, he's too headstrong."

"yes, why do I think I'm being so cruel?" Grabbed the clothes on his chest, and I wept silently, wetting his clothes.

Tang Xi sighed. You gave him seven years of sincerity, you don't owe him, he gave you seven years of love, he doesn't owe you, you don't owe each other, so there's no need for anyone to feel guilty.

I nodded, and said silently, "I don't feel guilty or sorry, I just feel sad, he's sick, he can tell me, there's no need to force me to hate him, I hate someone, it's tiring."

Speechless all the way.Leaning on Tang Xi's body.Crying tired.Finally, I fell asleep groggily.I dreamed.I dreamed again.I dreamed of the scene when I first met Song Cheng.I was only eighteen years old at that time.It was the age of dreaming.

After the military training, we took off our military uniforms, wearing a long skirt that belonged to our youth, it was raining, the road was very slippery, walking at the door of the cafeteria, I stumbled on my left foot and fell hard with my right foot. Xiao He, who had no conscience, didn't even lend a helping hand to me.

A white, clean hand reached out in front of me, and I raised my eyes to look at the young man with red lips and white teeth in front of me, and he said softly to me, "Classmate, let's get up first, the ground is dirty."

Since then, I have been addicted to his smile. I have inquired all kinds of ways to know that his name is Song Cheng, he is a famous genius in the Department of Architecture, it is said that there is nothing he does not understand, and later, as time goes by, I get closer and closer to him, and finally I don't know who opened the mouth first, so we have successfully grown up holding hands together.

When I mentioned to him that I wanted to practice calligraphy well, he asked me whose calligraphy I liked, I didn't have any hope that I liked Zhao Mengfu's calligraphy the most, but he chuckled and said that he wanted to give me a gift.

In the dream, he is still a young man with red lips and white teeth.Tall and thin.Looks weak.His strength is great.And I.I still belong to the appearance of my youth.Long hair is not too supple and scattered behind me.Some natural curls add three points of playfulness.I stand opposite him.Stand on tiptoe and stuff the cuteness in my hand into his mouth.He doesn't like sweets but doesn't want to brush my mind.Frowning and forcing himself to eat.。

It turns out that he spoils me so much, not much less than Tang Xi, it turns out that he has such a look of pity for me, so what about me, my dependence and liking for him will be so strong, so strong that I can't get rid of it.

We didn't lose to love, we lost to time, we loved for too long, we have long forgotten what it was like to love each other.

No matter how much passion there is, it will eventually come to an end, and we all understand this truth, but in the end, we still lose miserably.

Out of the airport, Song Tian's car was already waiting, and when I hugged her, I touched her thinner and thinner body, and my nose was sour, and I couldn't control my tears.

"Don't cry, I'm glad you came, and Song Cheng will be happy too." Song said to tell me not to cry, but her own eyes were red.

I choked up, I never dreamed that Song Cheng was really sick, or he couldn't be cured, I always scolded him for being sick, his brain was sick, and I was very sad.

My heart aches for why my crow's beak is always a good and a bad spirit.

I didn't say anything all the way.Although Song Tian had something to say to me.After all, she opened her mouth and turned into a silence.She didn't say.I don't want to ask.Tang Xi sat beside me and held my hand.Also silent.

The car drove forward quickly, and after two hours, it finally stopped at the entrance of the hospital. Tang Xi took my hand and got out of the car.

I walked into the ward and stared at the person lying on the hospital bed. My tears opened the floodgates.It was not easy to take it in again.Song Cheng was sleeping.He had a lot of tubes stuck in his body.His face was paler than white paper.As if stained with a layer of frost.

"Don't cry, he's fine." Song Qian Bei Guolian wiped the corners of his eyes, choked up, and said, "He's going to wake up in a while, don't let him see you crying, he'll be distressed."

It's distressing now, and it's okay for me to feel sorry for him a little more." He's fine."

"I don't know, the doctor said he would live for a month at most, and it was a miracle that he survived until now.

I nodded silently and said, "Why didn't he say it to me?"

"You regret it." Tang Xi suddenly turned his head and asked me, and the flash in his eyes was not disappointment but pity.

I shook my head and sighed lightly: "I never regret it, even if he kneels in front of me and kowtows to me now, I won't forgive him.He made the same mistake as Qin Tianyu, that is, he didn't believe in the relationship between me and him.Since he doesn't believe me, why bother to add to himself."

Song Tian sighed helplessly, and said to me, "It's Song Cheng who is sorry for you, and you are willing to come here to see him for the last time.

"Sister, you don't have to thank me, even if I don't have a relationship with him, I'll come to see him for the last time if I were someone else." I'm not even hard-hearted.

Tang Xi glanced at me with a light smile, walked to Song Cheng's hospital bed, and said coldly: "Song Cheng wake up, the snow is coming."

After a while, Song Cheng really opened his eyes leisurely, looked at Tang Xi in confusion, and then asked, "Tang Xi, why are you here?" Immediately, he quickly turned his head to look at me and Song Tian, and said in surprise: "Tianxue, it's really you."

I pouted, humming, "It's me, you're not dreaming."

Song Cheng sat up straight with Tang Xi's help, and hummed, "Hehe, it's good that I can see you before I die."