Liang Beixuan was a little stunned by the doctor's posture, and now his brain is dizzy, uncertain, and a little confused: "What good news, bad news?" Doctor, just say it, I'll listen. ”

The doctor finally glanced back at the girl who was lying on the hospital bed with a pale little face and closed her eyes and fell asleep, sighed, and said in her heart that such a strong girl who survived, her flower-like life was about to pass away, and she lowered her eyes and said, "She is very strong, she is a good girl, she survived this operation, but she ......"

"But what happened to her?" Liang Beixuan clenched the doctor's hand, and the sparks jumping in his eyes suddenly dimmed, and then rekindled, and the scene was even more heroic, burning to the bottom of the doctor's heart.

The doctor thought that Ling Xuran was Liang Beixuan's boyfriend, and he also mourned for him, although he couldn't bear to tell him the reality, he had to tear open this scar cruelly: "She won't live long." ”

The more he talked about the back, the lighter and lighter, but the ripples that could reverberate in Liang Beixuan's mind became clearer and deeper, and the imprint in his heart was like a hot and painful one.

With a hint of luck, he whispered, like a mosquito's foot: "How long is how long?" ”

He didn't expect that one day he would be able to talk and play with words.

Fortunately, the doctor understood, although he had experienced a lot of life and death, but the new time, he still said solemnly: "Look at the creation." Rest well, at least ...... Another three or five years. ”

Liang Beixuan felt that he didn't dare to continue asking.

He was in a hurry, but he knew he couldn't do anything.

Ling Xuran has congenital heart disease, which can be regarded as an irregular bomb that explodes at any time, and may disappear quietly......

In fact, although Ling Xuran has congenital heart disease, he has always been alive and healthy when he was a child, but he ......

It's still a fire when I was six years old...... Burned out the rest of the midsummer......

The fire, or the slaughter, was as fierce as fire, and the red and burning fire all over the ground cried for freedom, wantonly taking away the most important people around him.

The deceased is like a ......

He still can't let it go......

"The front desk checkout, it is recommended to lie down for these two weeks, do not move, find someone to chat, and don't be stimulated anymore. She had a heart attack caused by strenuous activity and psychological stimulation, and it was okay to find a time to do psychological counseling when the time came...... Live a little longer. ”

After the doctor finished speaking, he left, the thin cotton of the white coat showed tiny holes, and Liang Beixuan stared at the holes, and he didn't know how he could see clearly.

He just like that, listened to the truth, thought about it for a night, his eyes were bloodshot, he felt very dry in his eyes, but he didn't want to close his eyelids to rest.

Ling Xuran, in that fire, left him the last remaining handkerchief.

In the end, he only inhaled a little bit of toxic smoke, which was nothing......

And Ling Xuran smoked all the poisonous smoke around him for him, and he fell asleep on the bed for three days and three nights, and his body was full of various tubes, and he couldn't name it.

He vaguely remembered the conversation of a few little nurses outside the door.

"I heard that the little girl is like this for the sake of the little boy......"

"A man should take care of it more, how can he leave it to someone else's little girl to take risks? That little girl has congenital heart disease, this stimulation ...... Do you have it for the rest of your life?"

"Shhhhhh It's too unfortunate to talk about the question of whether to die or not to die at the door of the ward. Either way, you have to leave the hospital well......"

"That's, but...... Dream and reality should still be clearly distinguished......"

It was that conversation that Liang Beixuan woke up, and almost fell asleep again.

Ling Xuran hid the truth from everyone around her, including her sister Ling Yiqing and her good partner Liang Beixuan.

It was also at this time that he suddenly understood that there was a time when Ling Yiqing was crying.

That time, he was just passing by Ling Yiqing's house next door, and there were screams and a few loud heart-rending cries.

"Dad, Mom, I'm afraid...... Am I going to die without a heart? ”

"Brother, brother and sister, this matter of changing hearts involves two people. The children are all watching grow up, can you bear to leave only one person? "That should be the boss of the Ling family, Ling Yiqing's father.

"Two people...... Hehe, hehehe, then there is no one left! Death to all, hahahahaha-"

That burst of laughter, indescribable loneliness and madness.

The next day, he saw an ambulance arrive, and a beefy medic jumped down from it and drove away with a crazy woman......

The crazy woman, with her unkempt hair, but her face was unusually pale, and under the black hair was a thin silhouette, set with two large black gems, dazzling...... Lonely, lonely, not desolate in the eyes!

Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation......

You can still see a little bit of viscous liquid, but you can't see it from a distance, maybe the blood is a little coagulated...... The long, sharp nails ran down the scars, which were so red that they were dazzling, maybe they were real blood......

Indeed, I thought too much about it this night.

Vigil, even so, he felt that he was ashamed of too many people, and it was too late to repay.

Now it is Ling Xuran in front of him, who has forcibly transformed congenital heart disease into a rattan to keep him for him; Future...... Maybe it's Nanshi, I'm sorry, I'm sorry......

Liang Beixuan didn't know why, his face was also covered with a thin layer of oil slick overnight, greasy, he quickly took out a napkin and tried to dry it, but it left a deep pain and cracking......

Looking up and looking out the window, the white of the moon was covered with gray sand, the kind of white sand, the same as the feeling of the cold wind blowing on the cheeks, dry and painful.

He seems to be living in a desperate situation of isolation now, there is no news, and I don't know how many people look at the moonlight and lose sleep this night, wake up, sleep, and silently......

He clenched Ling Xuran's slender wrist, and the bones seemed to be brittle, and they disappeared at the touch of it. The movements on his hand couldn't help but be a little softer.

He got up gently, closed the door, opened the window a little bit, and the wind penetrated through the cracks, cool but a little warm.

He pondered a question.

He can understand the strenuous exercise, because the 800 meters are really hard.

However, the psychological aspect ...... Where is the stimulus?

He recalled the incident at noon, but shook his head: Although Nan Shi and Ling Xuran are a little abnormal today, they shouldn't be.

Nanshi's character he can trust, but ......

Really except for this incident, it is impossible for anything else to affect Ling Xuran's psychology.

Now, he waited for Ling Xuran to wake up and ask what was going on.