Qiao Yingying stood quietly in front of the window, looking at the open scene in front of her and becoming engrossed, not noticing his approach. He couldn't help but slow down, not wanting to disturb her, but saw her raise her hand and rub her eyes.

He froze slightly, stopped and stood next to her, his eyes falling on the side of her face, seeing her wet eyelashes and the tip of her red nose.

"What's wrong?" he blurted out in an instant, his deep voice hinting at concern, then frowning and pursing his lips, a trace of chagrin flashing in his eyes.

"Sir..." Qiao Yingying suddenly raised her head, saw his familiar handsome face, called out in a trance, and then lowered her head again, looking out the window at the city that had fallen into twilight, and only slowly spoke again for a while.

"I used to see my husband standing in front of this window, but I don't really understand why you don't seem to get tired of seeing the same scenery all the time. Now I know that only when I look down on the people and beings in the same hurry from such a high place will I feel that my troubles are not so great, and I will not feel hopeless. ”

Her tone was very flat, but between the lines was sadness and sadness, as if a thousand-pound boulder had been pressed down on his chest, and he was breathless. Lowering his eyes to hide the emotions in them, he was silent for a moment and then asked lightly, "What are you looking for me?"

At this moment, Qiao Yingying no longer hesitated, took a deep breath, looked up at him, and said calmly and clearly: "I want to know if what you said in the hotel that day counts?"

Guan Mufeng was slightly stunned, recalling what he said that day, and his brows suddenly furrowed fiercely.

"Is your mother's condition in trouble?"

Qiao Yingying lowered her eyes and nodded.

"I thought I could solve it myself, even if it was a matter of money, it would be a big deal to sell the house. But today I realized how small my power is, and I still have to rely on others in the end. ”

She bent the corners of her mouth, her smile was desolate and self-deprecating, it was the loneliness and weakness that Guan Mufeng had never seen, and there was a trace of despair. The tip of his heart seemed to have been stabbed severely, and the pain was terrible, but his face was always calm and plain as water.

"Have you figured it out?" his gaze fell on hers, his eyes as dark as the night sky, and his voice was muffled, as if he was restraining some emotion.

"Yes. I figured it out. Qiao Yingying lowered her head and said word by word.

Guan Mufeng's hand hanging down his side was clenched tightly, and he couldn't tell whether the extremely restless emotions in his chest at this time were joy or disappointment and anger, but there was one thing he knew and was sure of her, that is, he wanted to keep her by his side.

Whether he is happy or painful, only when he sees her will he feel stable and fall asleep.

"Okay, I'll take care of your mother, and you'll stay with me in the meantime. As for when to start, you can decide. He looked at her and said.

"Let's start tomorrow. She had to have surgery as soon as possible, and she couldn't afford to delay it for a day. Speaking of this, Qiao Yingying hesitated for a moment and looked up at him, "It's just that I have to stay in the hospital during the day, and I only have time at night, I hope you can accept this." ”

The surging emotions in Guan Mufeng's chest tumbled even more, his eyes looked at her deeply, and he nodded and said, "Yes." ”

"Thank you. Qiao Yingying bent the corners of her mouth, after everything settled, her heart was unusually calm, and after looking at the time, she was ready to leave.

"It's not early, I have to go home and get something to take to the hospital, so I'll leave first. She said goodbye politely.

"I'll send you. Guan Mufeng said subconsciously, seeing Qiao Yingying's slightly stunned expression, he couldn't help but purse his lower lip, and his mind quickly thought of a legitimate reason.

"Just went to the hospital to find out about your mother's condition. To treat a disease, it is always necessary to prescribe the right medicine. He said lightly.

This also makes sense, Qiao Yingying nodded, Guan Mufeng unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, quickly dealt with the work at hand, and went to her new home with her.

It was Lao Wu who drove today. Seeing Qiao Yingying again, he was obviously stunned for a while before he said hello unnaturally. Seeing this elder who had always taken good care of herself, Qiao Yingying's heart was gloomy and ashamed, and her mood was low again, and she sat in the back seat and hung her head without saying a word. It wasn't until she realized that Lao Wu's direction was going to Anjiakou Hutong that she hurriedly opened her mouth.

"That, Uncle Wu, I moved and now live in the urban garden, no longer in Anjiakou Hutong. She said apologetically, Lao Wu didn't say anything, nodded slightly and turned around at the next intersection, but Guan Mufeng next to him frowned.

"When did you move?" asked in a low voice after a long time, he couldn't help it.

Qiao Yingying was stunned for a moment, turned her head and saw the tight lip line on his side face, habitually nervous, and hurriedly replied, "Just... I just moved in, and I haven't had time to inform you yet. ”

Guan Mufeng took a breath, his chest was still stuffy.

"Why move?" he asked, his voice deeper.

This question is not easy to answer, Qiao Yingying paused for a moment before saying: "I want to be closer to the city and the school, where the transportation is convenient." ”

Guan Mufeng looked out the window and did not answer again. How could he not understand that she was trying to disappear from his world completely.

There was a thick gloom in his eyes, he looked at Qiao Yingying, who was sitting very far from him, trying to keep some distance from him, and suddenly reached out to pull her closer, and lifted her to his lap with both hands.

"Strictly speaking, our engagement will begin tonight. When Qiao Yingying was shocked and stared at him with wide eyes, he said indifferently and blocked back her words.

yes, it's already started. Qiao Yingying was a little dazed, his face close at hand, the familiar refreshing breath on his body, the slightest warmth transmitted from his chest, everything seemed to have not changed. It would be nice if it really hadn't changed.

Maybe she can temporarily turn back into Qiao Yingying, so she doesn't have to disguise like this, she is so painful, and she can accompany her husband for a while. Such thoughts, like a seductive red apple, kept bewitching her, and by this time she was so weak and helpless that she could not resist.

In the end, the last trace of her reason and will was exhausted, her stiff body finally slowly relaxed, and the whole person leaned on Guan Mufeng, burying her head in his neck socket.

Guan Mufeng was shocked, his breathing suddenly stopped, and he looked down at her in disbelief, his ink-colored eyes were bright and dark, as if he was struggling and hesitating. After a while, a cool wetness suddenly came from his neck, his eyes flashed, and finally he raised his arm and firmly encircled her who was trembling slightly in his arms.

The car stopped in front of her building, and Guan Mufeng led Qiao Yingying to get out of the car and walked into the building. The elevator is not spacious, and there are many people going home at this time, which seems to be very crowded, Guan Mufeng firmly held her and hid her behind her.

"A few floors. He looked at Qiao Yingying and asked softly.

"Twelve. Qiao Yingying replied, watching him lean over and press the floor button, but he never let go of his hand, and a trace of warmth and sweetness welled up in his heart. How nice it would be if time could stand still in this moment.

When she arrived at the door, Qiao Yingying took out the key and was about to open the door, but she hesitated for a moment, looked at Guan Mufeng and said with some embarrassment: "I went to the hospital before I had time to clean up on the day I moved in, and there was still some chaos in the house..."

Guan Mufeng was looking at the environment here, barely passable, and said softly: "It's okay." ”

Qiao Yingying pursed her lips, turned the key and opened the door.

I haven't lived in a house for a day, and it's a little gray these days. As soon as she entered the house, she hurriedly cleaned up the sofa and invited Guan Mufeng to sit down.

"I'll clean up, you wait here for me for a while. As she spoke, remembering something, she turned and ran into the next room, digging out two things from a box.

"There's nothing at home, this is for you to eat. She was embarrassed to stuff things into Guan Mufeng's hands, so she hurriedly went to sort out the clothes and items she wanted to bring.

Looking at the bag of Miao Crispy Corners and a pack of Want Want Small Steamed Buns in his hand, Guan Mufeng's face was a little strange, but a little girl sitting on the sofa and clucking snacks while watching TV suddenly appeared in his mind.

It's very similar. He stared at the snack in his hand for a moment, and then raised his hand to tear open a bag.

Qiao Yingying was rummaging through the boxes and cabinets in the room at this time, looking for the hat she had knitted for Li Suxian before. Her hair is falling out so much now, it is estimated that it will fall out soon, and it is so cold, she must wear a hat. After searching for a while and not finding it, she ran to Li Suxian's room to search, and sure enough, she found this wool hat in a small box in the wardrobe. Along with it, there is also a somewhat old medical record book.

"When was this?" she picked up the notebook and opened it to look at it, only to find that the words on it were unrecognizable.

"The doctor's handwriting is really similar to that of a ghost. She muttered to herself, about to close the notebook, but accidentally caught a glimpse of two characters she recognized: tumors.

Her movements froze suddenly, staring at these two words, her little face turned pale. She has written these two words many times in the past few days when she saw Li Suxian's attending doctor, and she has read them again and again in private. She knew she was right.

It turned out that her mother had known that she was sick for a long time.

It turned out that she had known about it a long time ago, but she didn't tell her.

It turned out that she could have been cured earlier, but she would rather delay it until now, with only a few years to live.

So what is she, doesn't she matter? Why would she rather face death than try to spend a few more years with her?

Like a thunderbolt from the sky, Qiao Yingying trembled all over, pinching the fingertips of the medical record book and hanging down weakly, at this moment, she knew what despair was, and tears rolled down like a broken embankment.

Suddenly hearing Qiao Yingying's heart-rending cry, Guan Mufeng's pupils shrank violently, he got up from the sofa, rushed in three or two steps, and saw her sitting on the ground with tears pouring out. A deep panic crossed his brow, and an arrow stepped forward and took her in his arms.

"What's wrong?" he asked in a deep voice, his fingers brushing the tear stains on her face, and before she could dry them, she was covered with new ones. He pursed his lips, his eyes filled with anxiety.

"Sir, mom doesn't want me anymore..."Qiao Yingying reached out and grabbed his sleeve tightly, her crying voice was indistinct, but Guan Mufeng understood.

His face changed slightly, his lips moved to say something, but in the end he just silently took her tightly into his arms, stroked her hair over and over again, and whispered in her ear over and over again: He's...