The time came to nearly half past eleven.

Because everyone is clueless now, although they have finished eating, they still haven't left, and they are still sitting around the table.

Looking at the busy street blankly, Ye Tian took a deep breath, took out his mobile phone and opened the message, pursed his lips vigorously, and began to send messages to Xia Wutong again.

Fingers are rapidly tapping on the mobile phone screen, and lines of black text are constantly typing on the screen:

"Sycamore, what the hell is going on?"

"Why don't you answer the phone and send a message?"

"Even if there's something, can you tell me first?"

"I'm really worried about you."

"Did I make you angry by not making an appointment today?"

"I'm sorry, but something happened today."

"If that's the case, I'll apologize to you."

"If that's not the case, then you can tell me, okay?"

"Now I don't know anything about it, and my mind is full of cranky thoughts."

"If something really happened, can you tell me? I'll face it with you. ”

"Don't ignore me, okay? Tell me what's wrong, call me back if you see the message, or if you really don't want to call back, at least send me a message back, please. ”

A long text message is finished.

There was undisguised concern between the lines, and there was even a hint of whispered pleading and sadness in his tone that someone had never had.

Again and again, again and again, experienced.

The figure of this girl has long been deeply rooted in someone's heart.

Then, send.

In a luxurious car, Xia Wutong, who was sitting quietly in the back row, sounded the mobile phone again, and a burst of white light lit up on the mobile phone screen, which was very dazzling in the dark compartment.

Xia's father, who was sitting in the driver's seat in the front row, looked at Xia Wutong quietly through the rearview mirror.

The girl pursed her lips.

Without looking at her phone, she could clearly guess who sent the message.

She can also think about what kind of mood someone is in at this moment.

Because, that sad mood, now she has a five, ten, and hundredfold experience.

"Don't you look at the information?" Father Xia finally couldn't help but speak.

Xia Wutong bit his lip and shook his head.

The girl's eyes looked out the window, and the traffic and the dim lights of the city in the evening swept back quickly, pulling out a somewhat misty light and shadow.

It's like a moment of memory flashing back in her mind.

She still remembered the scene when she first met Ye Tian in Wucheng.

That day, she quietly walked into a panting teenager, and the sentence "So your name is Ye Tian" made someone look stunned and sluggish.

That day, in the crowd, someone suddenly held her hand, the feeling of being hot and very hard with an incomparable sense of security, she still remembers it clearly.

That day, someone, who was already extremely tired, said that he wanted to watch a movie with her, but in the end he fell asleep in the movie theater, so noisy that he could fall asleep, it was also embarrassing for him.

That day, he was behind her, and when the highest Ferris wheel in Wucheng turned to the apex, she opened her hands and shouted her wish to the city with all her strength: My name is Xia Wutong, I like Ye Tian, I want to accompany him to see the brilliant starry sky, and the country is picturesque in my heart.

That day, when I was staying at someone's house with Teacher Bai, after occupying someone's bedroom, someone had no choice but to go to the sofa to sleep, and late at night someone sneaked into the room to get the charging cable, but was caught by himself.

On that day, the school rooftop, the embrace that seemed to be the glorious scenery of the whole city as a foil.

And much more

It's just that everything can only become a thing of the past.

From the day she came to Wucheng and waited for someone, she already knew that there would be such an ending in the end.

Even in fact, in this Wucheng, she should have obeyed the arrangements of her parents and doctors and should not have come, because her time was running out, and it could even be said that there was very little.

It's just that because she wanted to get to know more closely about the heart-rending teenager who cried in the competition channel, but she couldn't bear to say a word, so she begged her parents and the doctor to let herself be willful for the last time.

Finally, you can be willful for a few months.

Now, it's time to end.

She knew that she couldn't go on forever, because it was not only a harm to her, a harm to her parents, but also a harm to him.

It's just that

When this day comes, even if you are mentally prepared in advance, you will still be unprepared.

The long eyelashes fluttered slightly.

As the car gradually got up the highway, as the scenery outside the window became more and more desolate, suddenly, the girl felt that her heart twitched violently, and it hurt.

She knew very well that it was not her old problem that was messing with her again, but her reluctance to someone.

The pain that seemed to tear the whole person apart spread little by little along the circulation of blood throughout the body, and finally permeated the entire body.

The pain even made her feel like she couldn't breathe.

"Dad"

"Can I not go?"

Inside the car, the girl's voice trembled helplessly with crying.

I don't know when, the girl's eyes couldn't help but turn red, and tears fell in a stream, crystal clear.

Father Xia was helpless: "Your illness, you know, if you don't go again"

"However, with my physique, the doctor has said that it is almost impossible to find a heart source that can match me, anyway, go there and wait for death, why don't you let me accompany him well?" The girl lowered her head, tears streaming down her face.

Father Xia was silent for a while.

For a long time, when Father Xia was still thinking about how to persuade with words, the girl in the back row had already shook her head and showed a smile in the rearview mirror:

"It's okay, Dad."

"I'm just talking casually, don't worry."

"I am"

After a pause, as if she was still trying to control her emotions, the girl gently inhaled and sniffled, and said softly:

"I'm just having a hard time."

"Because, I'm already thinking about him."

The voice of the last sentence became very soft.

The girl lowered her head, her slender legs curled up and put it on the seat, and buried her crying face in her knees.

Shoulders, still twitching and shaking.

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