There is an emotion called being more timid about homesickness. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

At this time, Zhou Hang's mood was somewhat similar. He desperately wanted to see Tang Xiaozhuo, but he was afraid to really see her.

If they do meet, what can they do, what should he say and do?

When we get together again, things are already different・・・・・・

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Due to Zhou Hang's unexpected situation, the interview was forced to be suspended. Qin Ya hurriedly took Zhou Hang out of Inspur Company, and when she got into the car, she couldn't help but ask Zhou Hang who was sitting in the co-pilot worriedly while driving: "Do you want to take you to the hospital?!" ”

After getting along with Zhou Hang for a long time, Qin Ya thought that she knew Zhou Hang quite well, she had seen his impatient appearance when he was in meetings, her disdain in the face of his opponent's cynicism, and his appearance when he was seriously injured, however, she had never seen him so depressed.

Looking at the afterglow, Zhou Hang's face was pale, white and terrifying, almost bloodless. His eyes stared out the window as if his entire soul had been drained.

Ten thousand question marks collided in Qin Ya's mind, she really couldn't understand, why did a simple interview make Zhou Hang look like this?!

Could it be because of the girl in the video, Qin Shi Mingyue and Tang Xiaozhuo?

During the interview, she seemed to hear Zhou Hang shouting Tang Xiaozhuo's name?!

Hearing Qin Ya's voice, it took half a minute for Zhou Hang to react, and he shook his head blankly.

Qin Ya pursed her lips and drove towards the campus of Shangda University.

While driving, she called Cheng Xuan.

"Hey, Cheng Xuan, you come to Zhou Hang's rental house right away, don't ask yet, come over and talk about it." Hanging up the phone, Qin Ya looked at Zhou Hang worriedly, and the 10,000 mud horses in her heart were galloping back and forth, back and forth...

What the hell is going on?!

Qin Ya knocked on the steering wheel depressedly, but there was nothing to be done.

Zhou Hang is afraid that this time it is a big situation, but what is the specific reason. How to solve it, she has no clue. In the mall, no matter how difficult the characters are, she is at ease. But for Zhou Hang, it's simply...

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Out of the rent.

Cheng Xuan sat on the edge of the bed and held Zhou Hang's hand with a worried expression.

Qin Ya took people to call the doctors she knew in the living room, and the doctors came wave after wave, but none of them checked out the problem.

Zhou Hang sat on the edge of the bed like that. stared at the window blankly, sometimes as if he came back to his senses, he would look at Cheng Xuan next to him, and then he returned to his previous posture, and his eyes became gloomy again.

After not eating for a day, Qin Ya and the others left, and Dad Zhou came back.

Cheng Xuan hid in the living room and sobbed silently, and the deep sense of powerlessness made her feel aggrieved, helpless, and distressed.

The heart hurts inexplicably, as if the most important thing in life has been forcibly withdrawn.

Since entering the rental room, I saw Zhou Hang who had lost his soul. Cheng Xuan's heart sank to the bottom, and an ominous premonition enveloped her. She didn't know how long Zhou Hang's situation would last, and she didn't know if she would lose him forever because of this... Fear struck, lonely and helpless.

The next day, Zhou's mother rushed to Shanghai.

But Zhou's father and Zhou's mother didn't see Zhou Hang in this situation, and the old couple was frightened.

The doctors can't even see the disease, is this a demon?!

Zhou's father and Zhou's mother didn't tell Zhou Zhuoli, Zhou Zhuo was about to take the college entrance examination immediately, and they didn't want her to be distracted. Both of them were helpless, even if she came. I'm afraid it won't help much, but it will only add to the confusion.

"Kid, eat something."

At dinner, Zhou's mother cooked by herself. Simply made some meals and said to Cheng Xuan who was nestled on the sofa.

For Cheng Xuan, Zhou's mother likes it from the bottom of her heart, and she always feels that her son has climbed others. Every time she thinks that Cheng Xuan can become her daughter-in-law in the future, Zhou's mother will laugh out loud in her dreams.

Looking at Cheng Xuan's haggard and sad appearance, Zhou's mother was very distressed.

Cheng Xuan shook his head. Keep your head in your knees and your shoulders swaying slightly.

Tears, already crying dry.

"Alas! What a wreck! Zhou's mother put a handful of chopsticks on the dining table and sighed heavily.

"The sky can't fall, the child eats." Zhou's father also persuaded.

Zhou Hang has already been transfused with glucose, if Cheng Xuan has three longs and two shorts, he will not be able to live this day.

Cheng Xuan was dragged to the dining table by Zhou's father and Zhou's mother, and after a few bites of food, he returned to the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed to accompany Zhou Hang.

Zhou's father and mother, who were standing at the door of the bedroom, saw this scene, shook their heads and gently closed the door.

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Night.

The lights are out.

Zhou Hang was gently put down on the bed by Cheng Xuan.

Cheng Xuan stroked Zhou Hang's face that was beginning to become thin, his nose twitched again, and he lay on Zhou Hang's shoulder and cried silently.

"Zhou Hang, you bastard, wake up quickly! Woooooooo ”

"Do you remember what you said? You said you wanted to grow old with me, you said we were going to travel the world together, you said you were going to take me to eat all the food in the world, have you forgotten, you liar, woo woo woo! ”

I don't know how long I've been crying, Cheng Xuan is already tired and has no strength. She stared at the ceiling in a daze, and asked why God was playing with her like this.

The brilliance of the stars and moon shined into the bedroom.

It was late at night.

Cheng Xuan lay beside Zhou Hang, stroked his skin, and muttered: "No matter what you become, I will love you." If you're, it's really like this for the rest of your life..."

With a snort, Cheng Xuan's eyes burst out with a resolute luster, turned over, lay on the bed, looked at Zhou Hang, who had closed his eyes and didn't know if he was asleep, and said softly: "If you really live like this for the rest of your life, I will raise you for the rest of your life." ”

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On the third day, Zhou's father, who had never believed in gods and Buddhas, invited a Taoist monk to practice for Zhou Hang at home.

There was a lot of commotion in the rental room, and it was not until about 3 o'clock in the afternoon that the ritual was completely completed.

The monk left, the Taoist priest also left, and Zhou Hang still didn't move at all.

Zhou's mother cleaned up the messy incense burner and ashes and began to do housework, she wiped the furniture over and over again, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes from time to time.

Dad Zhou sat on the chair where Zhou Hang usually played the game, and the whole person looked older and older in a few days.

Cheng Xuan seemed to have recovered, and comforted Zhou's father and mother from time to time. After helping Zhou's mother do housework for a while, she returned to the bedroom to help Zhou Hang keep massaging so that his muscles would not become too stiff.

She firmly believes that Zhou Hang will always get better, even if he can't get better, she is willing to accompany him for a lifetime.

The two have never done anything earth-shattering, but little by little of the past, like a spring breeze and drizzle, has long been in the bone marrow, making her unforgettable.

The night rises again.

Cheng Xuan turned on the light.

Dad Zhou was still in a daze.

Zhou Hang maintained a sitting posture and looked out the window in a daze.

Father Zhou suddenly stood up, strode in front of Zhou Hang, and looked at his son expressionlessly.

Cheng Xuan was taken aback, not knowing what Dad Zhou wanted to do.

"Uncle Zhou..." Cheng Xuan looked at the unusually Father Zhou in surprise, a little at a loss.

Smack!

Father Zhou raised his hand and slapped his son hard. (To be continued.) )