Gu Weisheng looked at her in disbelief and a wary look, a little helpless, and sighed and said, "You just think I'm doing charity." ”

Do charity?

She didn't believe it.

"You don't believe me?"

Jiayi shook her head, of course she didn't believe it.

"I've heard that when people die, their organs are still useful?"

I don't know why, but the kind of case of a contemporary woman who met an unscrupulous doctor and ended up being trafficked in her organs suddenly came to her mind.

He shouldn't have taken a fancy to her organs, and planned to resell them for a fortune after she died.

Thinking of this, Jiayi swallowed her saliva a little nervously.

I don't know if Gu Weisheng has installed a thief on her, he glanced at her, and said lightly: "I'm not interested in your organs." ”

"Then why are you paying for my medical bills?"

Gu Weisheng saw that she had the momentum of not giving up without asking the end, so he took out his mobile phone from his pocket, as if he was rummaging for something.

She craned her neck to look at the screen of his phone, but alas, she couldn't see anything.

But he quickly handed her the phone again.

What appeared on the phone was a group photo, a big close-up.

It was taken casually by holding his arm up and pointing it at himself.

The camera is very close, especially like the kind of head-stickers that were popular when I was a child, but both faces are smiling brightly.

The person in the photo is answering the phone, raising his hand to block half of his face, as if to block the camera. The big close-up hand tightly grasped the other outstretched arm, the woman's slender wrist, which he grasped in his hand.

Most of the faces were full of smiles.

The two of them smiled so brightly, and their eyes shone with a thin and pure light.

Through the thin lens glass, through the distant time and space, and through all the unknown past, the moment when it is condensed at the bottom of the mirror, it seems to prove the instant happiness that has existed.

The protagonist in the photo is nothing more familiar to her.

One is the man standing in front of her, Gu Weisheng.

And the other is her sister, Lu Jiajing.

She held Gu Weisheng's mobile phone tightly, and her eyes looked at this photo with a daze.

Gu Weisheng told her that he studied finance back then, and he was still under the same mentor as her sister, and her sister was his direct sister.

He said that when Jiajing first entered college, he was fascinated by a large number of seniors, and he was no exception.

Relying on his status as a direct senior brother, he hollowed out his mind to pursue Jiajing, and Jiajing actually had a good impression of him.

Originally, they were going to be together logically, but a Yi Zecheng interjected halfway.

Gu Weisheng naturally knew that he couldn't win Yi Zecheng that bastard, so he angrily went abroad to study for a doctorate.

When he was abroad, he inquired about the good situation from his classmates in China, but unexpectedly learned that she had cancer and died.

He began to regret giving up Jiajing to Yi Zecheng back then, and he was full of guilt and self-blame for her.

Later, he returned to China and entered this hospital, and when he saw her by chance, he saw that she looked so similar to Jiajing, and her name was only one word apart, so he knew that she was Jiajing's sister.

It was also because of Jiajing that he took special care of her.

Knowing that she and Jiajing were suffering from the same uterine cancer, in order to make up for his letting go and guilt back then, he vowed that he would cure her.

That's why he forced Jiayi to be hospitalized.

Because of his sister, he has been studying the topic of tumors for many years.

If my sister had a spirit in heaven, she would probably be very pleased.

Jiayi suddenly understood, if it weren't for Yi Zecheng's bastard sideways, Gu Weisheng in front of her might be her brother-in-law, although she hadn't heard her sister mention it, but if Gu Weisheng became her brother-in-law, it would be a hundred times better than now, Jiajing, maybe there would be no accidents.

Gu Weisheng told her a lot of things she didn't know, and when she heard him say this, she suddenly felt a sour nose, and she remembered the good scene again, and remembered the happy days before she didn't know Yi Zecheng.

After knowing the reason, Jiayi's heart also let go of most of it, he sat on the edge of her bed, and the afternoon sun spilled in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, shining warmly on people.

He wasn't too busy to leave, and started chatting with her.

He asked a lot of trivial things, such as how Jiajing lived after she left, what job she had found, and like an elder who hadn't seen her for many years was caring about the younger generation.

He even asked about her father.

Jiayi told him that her father swept her out of the house because of Jiajing's death, and the year before last, he found a woman to marry, and it seems that he gave birth to a big fat boy.

He asked her if she had gone back to see it.

She told him indifferently: "He is now living a happy family of three with my stepmother and brother who have never met much, and when I go to see him, he will only think that I am a burden." I don't bother to bother them either. ”

Jiayi pretended to be extremely calm on the surface, and it didn't matter, but only she knew that she was actually a little sad when she said this, because she thought of her sister again, from childhood to adulthood, only her sister was good to her.

She thought that Gu Weisheng would ask her about Yi Zecheng, but she didn't expect him to say a word.

But she thought so, after all, the two were rivals in love, Yi Zecheng snatched Jiajing, and didn't take care of Jiajing, and as a result, she was entangled with her sister, if she was Gu Weisheng, she would definitely beat up Yi Zecheng, a bastard.

She was almost on the drip today, and she was uncomfortable lying in bed for a long time, so she begged Gu Weisheng if she could take her out for a walk, and she didn't go far away, and she was satisfied with going around in the hospital.

At first, he objected, the wound on her back was still freshly stitched, and he was afraid that she would accidentally tear the wound again, but later, under her begging, he had to agree.

It's just that he didn't let her go down on her own, but went to borrow a wheelchair and pushed her downstairs.

As they descended the stairs, it was beginning to get dark, and in the evening the hospital was quiet and tree-lined as he pushed her under the streetlight, and she could clearly hear the rustle of his walking.

The street lamps are golden, and there are countless moths flying around them.

She looked at the flying moths and suddenly remembered a very old movie, which had an episode called "Streamer Flying".

In the half-cold and half-warm autumn, quietly scalding to the side, silently watching the streamers flying, a few red leaves in the evening breeze, provoking the body and mind to be soft and soft, half-drunk and half-awake, Yingying smiled thousands of eyes......

Obviously, it's still summer, but the night breeze is slightly cool, which makes people feel a little autumn.

He also told her a lot of interesting things about their college days, many of which she didn't know, such as their college held an orientation party, Jiajing sang a song on stage, and fascinated many seniors, and his words were full of praise and regret for Jiajing.

She suddenly felt a little guilty, her sister was in college for a few years, she almost didn't go to her school to see her, even if they met, they would be far away from the school, probably at that time, she didn't want these sisters' classmates to know that there would be such an uncompetitive sister behind such an excellent Lu Jiajing.

He pushed her, walking down the pathway of the hospital, there was no moon in the sky, but there were scattered starlight, he raised his head to look at the night sky, and couldn't help but sigh.

She knew what he was sighing, but it had only been a few years, and it had already been a matter of time.

Even she felt very embarrassed, let alone him.