As soon as she entered, Song Yiyi waved her hand with an ugly face: "Mianmian, I'll go to the bathroom first, and I'll have a bad stomach." ”

She carried the hem of her skirt into the bathroom.

The door was locked,

Tang Yimian sat on the bed, looked down at his white wedding dress, smiled, and didn't delve into why Song Yiyi was like this.

After the wedding.

Tang Yimian didn't take Song Yiyi around anymore, but instead took care of herself, and she was doing everything she was doing.

Song Yiyi sometimes felt that she had found out, but when she looked at it again, it seemed to be nothing, and she quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

It's best not to know anything.

lest her sleep be sad.

Song Yiyi will still take medicine behind Tang Yimian's back, she is sick, the very serious kind.

She has been malnourished since she was a child, and later because she was wandering outside and not eating well, and all kinds of injuries, her body was already full of holes, but she couldn't see it.

The first two years were okay, Song Yiyi didn't look like a big deal, she followed Tang Yimian to raise flowers and trees, and by the way, she brought Bai Nuan a little friend.

An Chichi's children are a little skinny, they don't know who they look like, they always run around, and sometimes they make Song Yiyi gasp.

Once Song Yiyi didn't slow down, fell to the ground, knocked her head, and had a small wound, but the blood couldn't stop.

Since then, An Chichi's children are no longer skinny, and they listen to Song Yiyi's words for everything.

Let the writing be written, and let the reading be the reading.

A good boy with red roots.

In the fourth year of their marriage, Song Yiyi's condition deteriorated rapidly after a winter snowfall. Rotten Books Network

The day before, I could talk and laugh, but the next day I just lay on the bed and couldn't move.

Tang Yimian was not very surprised, nor did she cry and rush to the ground, she just calmly asked the doctor to come over.

After the doctor said that there was no surgery to return to the sky, she didn't cry, sent the doctor away, and she came back with an anti-chila child.

An Chichi's child is still young and doesn't know how to part with life and death, he only feels that Song's mother is in pain lying on the bed.

"Late, I'll call your mom, they'll come and pick you up later." Tang Yimian rubbed An Chichi's head, "In the future, Mother Tang and Mother Song won't play with you, you have to work hard, you know?" ”

An Chichi's child blinked, looking at her as if he didn't understand.

Song Yiyi didn't survive that night, and before leaving, she said to Tang Yimian apologetically: "I'm sorry for sleeping...... I'll tell you about my condition now. ”

Tang Yimian smiled gently, even if there were traces of time in the corners of her eyes, she still seemed to be the girl she was at the beginning.

"Yiyi, I'm sorry, I lied to you too."

Tang Yimian brushed her hair, leaned over, and leaned in front of her, with a gentle smile as water: "We are not born and separated, nor are we dead." ”

She wants to live and die with her.

Song Yiyi died at eight o'clock, and died peacefully.

Even if he is dead, he is happy in his eyes.

In this life, I am already very happy to be accompanied by my beloved, even if it is only for a few short years.

Bai Nuan came in after Song Yiyi left, looked at Tang Yimian who was tidying up his clothes, and was silent for a while: "Sure?" ”

"Hmm." Tang Yimian smiled, looked at Song Yiyi lying on the bed, sighed, and looked a little distressed.

"She's alone over there, and I'm not at ease."

"I'm useless, I can't protect her here, and it's going to be miserable for her whole life."