Sanatorium.

Tang Yimian pushed Song Yiyi, who was in a wheelchair and still hadn't woken up, to come out to bask in the sun.

The weather outside was bright and the light was soft.

Tang Yimian pushed Song Yiyi to a tree, squatted down to sort out her clothes, and his eyes were soft.

"Yiyi, I had a dream last night, and I dreamed that we were back to studying, and I rushed forward very heroically." She looked up at Song Yiyi, the corners of her lips curled, "I didn't let you bear those alone~"

Those young soldiers were in chaos, and they were caught off guard and didn't know what to do.

"But I'm still very useless...... Tang Yimian lowered his tone, sat down at Song Yiyi's feet, and rested his head on her lap, "I couldn't save you from fire and ......water."

The girl's voice slowly took on a bit of a crying tone, she rarely cried, really.

But ...... As long as she thinks of her Yiyi and the sufferings she has suffered, she feels that she can't stop her tears at all.

"Yiyi...... Are you okay when you wake up? ”

"I owe you a wedding."

The wind was blowing outside, and her last words were blown away by the wind, fluttering, and I don't know whose ears they fell into.

Not far away, a gardener with shears walked slowly, wearing a straw hat on his head, and walked very slowly, and began to cut the bushes twice after two steps.

His eyes are not restless, and sometimes he looks around by wiping his sweat.

He quickly lowered his head and continued to do his own thing, and no one noticed anything wrong.

Little by little, the gardeners came over to Tang Yimian and them.

Tang Yimian got up, pulled Song Yiyi's clothes, and said softly: "Yiyi, will I take you to see the flowers?" The flowers over there are all blooming, and it's beautiful. ”

So the distance between them widened again.

The gardener didn't follow and continued to keep his head down and do his own thing. E-book house

Chen Xiaoruan was upstairs, sitting on a rattan chair, looking at the red and willow green flowers below, a little stunned, not knowing what he was thinking.

Song Zhengyang's pretended gardener turned around, his movements were slight, and his hat was a little off, which happened to make Chen Xiaoruan, who was upstairs, see a little.

Chen Xiaoruan's breath stagnated, he stood up suddenly, grabbed the handrail and looked over, the gardener was lying on his back and walking slowly.

"Song ...... Mr. Song ......" Chen Xiaoruan said in a daze, then watched him walk towards the door and turned around hurriedly.

She is sure, it is her Mr. Song!

It's the Mr. Song in her dream!

Chen Xiaoruan ran in a hurry, wearing a white modal skirt, thin and fragile.

Long hair swept in the wind, with a little curvature.

She ran more quickly.

"Bang-"

In a hurry, she rolled down the stairs, hit her forehead on the floor, wiped blood, and everyone was dizzy, and everything in front of her was a flower.

But she couldn't care about so much, and she got up and staggered out.

Song Zhengyang was carrying the bucket and walked out of the door.

"Song, Song ......" Chen Xiaoruan was in a hurry, tears were rolling in her eyes, her eyes were red, she couldn't see the road clearly, she could only see the back of him leaving.

"Mr. Song—" The three words shouted from afar, and her eyes went completely dark, and the person fell to the grass.

From afar, it looks like an angel who has fallen into the world.

It's just that this angel has no white wings.

Song Zhengyang paused for a moment, turned his head, and breathed a little heavily, but as far as his eyes could see, no one was there.