Qiao Yu changed her tricks every day to make food for Lu Qingqing, although she barely ate much.

He would comb her hair, buy her flowers as before, and be taught to put on makeup.

Qiao Yu had been smiling, he didn't want her to be sad in her last years, still looking at his bitter gourd face. Only at midnight, silently facing her sleeping face, her heart ached so much that she was almost suffocating.

As time goes up little by little, Lu Qingqing is awake less and less, more often she is in a coma, she is afraid of pain, and the later this disease is, the more painful it is, so she takes painkillers.

Occasionally, as she spoke, she suddenly lowered her head and spat blood, staining the placket of her clothes and his eyes red.

When Lu Qingqing was sober, he would say to him: "I'm too selfish, let you suffer with me." I shouldn't have let you look at me like this in pain, I should have disappeared silently. ”

Qiao Yu would hug her fiercely, and said sternly: "If you disappear, I will hate you for the rest of my life, I will never forget you, and I will look for you all over the world until I die." You can't bear to look at me like that? ”

"I couldn't bear it, so I didn't leave." Lu Qingqing smiled at him, although his face was not good, in his opinion, it was still as bright as before.

"Qiaoqiao, what you promised me, remember, find another person to accompany you, and live happily."

"Hmm." Qiao Yu muffled. Anyway...... He hadn't promised her anything at the time, he just heard it.

Lu Qingqing almost forgot that this man is usually silent, but he has a special idea. She had also forgotten the tricks he had tried to keep her.

He was never a decent gentleman, he admits it himself.

…………

Lu Qingqing's condition is getting worse and worse, Qiao Yu doesn't want her to spend her time outside, and the last time is still in her own home, and her own territory is better.

He took her back to the provincial capital, not the capital. He knew that Lu Qingqing liked this, but he didn't know why.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is quietly coming, the whole country is jubilant, Lu Qingqing is lying on the hospital bed, recalling the past.

Her birthday is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and she remembers that there is never a holiday at home. But will give her a birthday. Every year, no matter what her birthday wish is, they will fulfill her.

I want to go home......

Because of the holiday, Qiao Yu and the two of them received a lot of calls a few days earlier, asking them how they were celebrating the festival and whether they were in Weifu Building as in previous years.

They all shirked it, until yesterday, Qiao Yu found that Lu Qingqing's condition was very bad. He thought that now should be the time, if he really waited until she died and didn't even see the last face, those people would probably blame him for the rest of his life.

complained that he didn't care, he didn't want Qingqing to have regrets.

When I called on the night of August 14, the first person to come must have been Lu Qingsong's family in the same provincial capital.

Lu Qingsong still thought that eighty percent of this year he had to go to the capital to see them, but he didn't expect to receive this call suddenly, and he was stunned.

Put down the phone and bring my daughter-in-law over, the eldest daughter works in other provinces and is not at home, and the younger son is also studying in college in the south, and he has not yet had a holiday, so he is estimated to be home tomorrow after making a call.

When I met, I couldn't help but cry, and then I knew that Lu Qingqing had been sick for a long time and was very serious. But there was nothing he could do, just crying and sighing.

The next day, before dawn, someone came again.

Lu Qingqing lived in a single room, and when Qiao Yu heard the knock on the door, she was awake. Lu Qingsong didn't go home yesterday, and is still guarding the ward.

()

Set a small goal first, such as remembering in 1 second: book guest residence