Seeing some smiles in her eyebrows, the man's eyes looked at her a little grayer, and he felt a sense of relief, he was afraid that she would not smile, as long as she was willing to smile, then he was relieved.

"Anon, come here."

He reached out and asked her to come to him.

The lights swayed, the beating halo reflected a hazy light and shadow on his face, the man's eyebrows and eyes, and the heavy emotions that gave birth to him, so that Qiu Yinong's heart seemed to be pressed by something, and he finally walked to his side.

Before she could get closer, the man's outstretched hand was withdrawn, clutching his chest and coughing heavily.

He took a silk handkerchief from the table next to the bed to cover his lips, and let it go.

Tightened the silk handkerchief in his hand casually, not letting Qiu Yinong see it, and looked at her with a smile, but saw Qiu Yinong standing in front of him, although there was a smile on his face, but that smile made people feel extremely sad.

She finally couldn't bear it and opened her mouth: "Why are you suffering?" ”

I don't know if I'm asking him or myself, she can't say it clearly, she just feels extremely bitter in her heart.

"Why did Anon say that?"

He put the silk cloth away casually, folded it under the pillow, and looked at her, and his lips, which had been extremely pale, turned extremely red, and the man leaned back on the tuft and stretched out his hand to pull her to his side.

Did he pretend not to understand her?

Qiu Yinong lowered his head and looked at him, this person was somewhat different from usual, before, every time he saw him, the man always smiled lightly, and when he laughed, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were full of hidden pain.

I don't know why, seeing the wrinkles spreading out of the corners of his eyes, it seems that this person is getting a lot older overnight.

By the dim light of the candle, she could see his hair, which was usually jet-black, mixed with a lot of white threads, and in those black, it was extremely dazzling.

She felt a pain in her heart.

Kuguhuan also realized what she saw, pulled her hair, and smiled indifferently: "This hair is white, it's a certainty, Ah Nong doesn't need to be so sad." ”

Yes, it is a fixed number in the world.

However, what should I say, he was only in his twenties, and his hair began to turn white, and, after not seeing him for a few days, it turned so white, and she suddenly wondered, is it that if she comes to see him in a few days, his hair will become all white?

Thinking of this, it is very uncomfortable.

"Why don't you make yourself better!!" She lowered her head and didn't know what to say, and muttered for a long time before she finally said such a sentence.

She got up, took the comb from the table, sat down behind him and combed his hair, and as she combed it, her tears fell, dripping down the comb one by one, and wetting the comb and leaving a water-stained stain.

The man with his back to him felt her tears and his body stiffened.

As long as she sheds a tear, he can understand, but there is too much helplessness and suffering in these tears, she can't tell him, and he can't comfort him.

The teeth of the wooden comb ran through his hair again and again, from the top to the end, each time her hand was extremely light, and even as she tried to contain his emotions, he could still feel her hand trembling.

That irrepressible tremble.