"Anan!" Mother whispered eagerly.

"Brother! Elder brother! Zhou Yang and Gu Wanrou had red and swollen eyes.

"Anan!"

"Daddy!"

A painful, heart-rending grief infected the room.

"It's getting hotter, and it's almost dawn!" The person who sent the crystal coffin kept urging. Zhou Yang looked back, but before he could exit, Ah Qiang took a step back and kicked them out of the room. "Wait a minute! Right away. ”

The delivery man helplessly reached into the back room, and there was a helpless look in his eyes.

When he turned back to the room, Ah Qiang found that Chu Tiannan's eyes were slightly crossed with a trace of bright silk that he had not seen today, Chu Tiannan gently put down Xiaoxi, and then said to the people around him, as if to himself, "I'll be back soon." ”

He rushed out of the room like the wind, turned on the light in the small courtyard, and suddenly the whole courtyard was as bright as day, and he ran to the edge of the red fence, carefully searching for the most delicate rose.

Only the most delicate can be worthy of her.

Finally, in the twilight of spring, when a hundred flowers were falling, in his eager mood, he found the most delicate branch, and just stretched out his hand, a huge thorn instantly stung his finger.

But this pain is less than one-half of the pain in my heart.

Picking up the flowers, carefully holding them in his hands, turning around, striding back to the house, a trace of fragrance hit, his body, his thin lips trembled across her smooth forehead, and his eyes lingered on her vivid and bright face.

After makeup, she was no longer pale, as if she was a bright and moving beauty who just fell asleep suddenly.

The moment his eyes were fixed on the rose, his brows tightened again, he held the rose with both hands, bent the index finger and thumb of his right hand, and removed the thorns in the rose one by one.

The nails began to be pricked and bled out, and drops flowed down the stem of the rose into the petals, and the delicate petals were stained with blood and became more bright and moving, like a smiling face like a flower, smiling seductively.

With a shudder of his fingers, the flowers fell to the ground.

He gently placed the fragrant rose to her lips, and the green stem was stuffed into her white teeth, and the tip of his heart ached again.

She didn't feel anything before he realized she was really gone.

"That's it!" He Yurou, who couldn't bear to look at it any longer, stepped forward and tugged at her son's sleeve, "Let's go, let them deal with it." ”

Zhou Yang just rightly covered Chu Tiannan's red, swollen, sore and sad gaze.

When he turned back from the crowd again and looked at her face, he found that the bed he had just held her on was empty! Suddenly, he pushed away his mother's arm, and his whole body suddenly threw himself into it, and the bed was a little wrinkled and messy, telling him that she had just stayed in it, and her big hand clenched the sheets fiercely, and his fingertips trembled slightly, and there was obviously a trace of temperature on the sheets, and he smelled her, which only belonged to her.

But now there is nothing.

My heart suddenly emptied.

The fingers holding the sheets kept coming together, shrinking until the fists could no longer be tightened, and the wound that had just been pierced by the rose thorns burst open, and the bright red blood stained the white sheets.

A little bit, a flower, a piece.

The astonishing shock stung the eyes of everyone present.

Followed by

A huge saltiness began to surge and rush in his chest, and he tightly suppressed the great sadness, and the pain of his whole body was uncontrollable......

But the salty stream was menacing, more and more violent, like a huge wave swept by a typhoon, and it hit his throat over and over again.

Wave after wave.

Suddenly, the pain in my chest felt like it was bursting.

Suddenly, the wave broke through the last line of defense, and with a thud, a large mouthful of blood spurted out, spilling all over the white sheets just now.

It suddenly went dark in front of him, and he fainted all of a sudden.

"Anan!"

"Brother!"

"Anan!"

“……”

The sound of sobbing and liver and intestines rushing all over the sky was overwhelming, and he couldn't hear it at all.

It's dawn.

A hint of fish belly white is slightly flushed in the sky.

Gu Wanrou and Xiaobai were busy preparing a simple breakfast for everyone who had been busy all night, but everyone sat at the dining table, you look at me, I look, look at each other, no one can eat.

In the end, He Yurou couldn't help but speak out, and said, "Everyone, today is busy with my daughter-in-law's funeral, and you are not outsiders, but you have to be busy pointing at you these days, you can't have no strength, where does the strength come from if you don't eat, and Haohao, you have to eat Yinyin, and you have to grow ......your body when you are still young."

But still no one meant to move the chopsticks.

"Isn't she gone, don't you all want to live it? I don't want to live anymore, you say, the white-haired man sent the black man, it is better for me to die for her! He Yurou finally couldn't help it, "Haohao, go and bring a bowl to your dad and let him drink it." The dead are gone, and the living will continue to live. Don't you want a home, and you don't care about your children, ah? She excitedly grabbed the chopsticks on the table, "What do you all want to do?" ”

Before he finished speaking, tears fell.

Ah Qiang, who was taking care of Chu Tiannan in the house, walked out slowly, his eyes red and swollen like peaches, "Madam, Anan, he has woken up!" "Just now he fainted in a hurry, but now it's fine.

Before He Yurou could finish speaking, she hurriedly got up and ran to the house, and the others also stood up one after another and followed He Yurou's steps to the bedroom.

When everyone's footsteps were not yet steady, Chu Tiannan coughed twice, and his pale face was cold, "You all go out, I want to be quiet alone." ”

When everyone walked out of the door, he tilted his head and sat up slowly, feeling extremely sore all over his body, and did not have much strength, but he still insisted on propping up the bed on his elbows, gritted his teeth and sat up, and took out the letter she had left for himself from his trouser pocket, he remembered that she had said on her deathbed that there was a letter in the closet, and it turned out to be this one.

His excited fingers held the letter tightly in his hand, stared at the white letter cover for a long time, and then took a deep breath and opened it, the letter was not glued together,

It's easy to open:

"Anan:

I'm gone, you must take care, I am grateful for the years you have been by my side, so I have no regrets in this life, happier than any woman in the world.

When I leave, put on some makeup for me, don't let me walk too ugly, in fact, I knew early on that I was sick, very haggard, ugly, and soon to leave you, because I was afraid that you would be worried and sad, so I haven't told you, I'm sorry, I'm not in a hurry, but everyone has birth, old age, sickness and death, leaving is normal, death is not the end, maybe it is also the beginning of a new life.

Also, my name in your palm, don't wash it, I'm going to engrave myself in your palm, melt into your blood, and occupy the tip of your heart forever, you won't have an opinion, right, am I a little greedy......

In my pillow heart, there are ten small fingers, which are the words I whispered in my heart in the last ten days, and they are also the words I dare not say and love to say in my life with you. I'm sorry, I should have said it a few more times in my lifetime, isn't it a little late now?

Life is long, a lifetime of you is enough, I'm leaving, Anan, you have to take care, I will wait for you on Huangquan Road until you come.

Anan, in the next life, I will marry you and be your woman until death.

Love you, don't give up your little west"

Tears silently wet the white paper, and the ten fingers trembled, trembling violently, and the whole letter paper was constantly trembling.

At that moment, his heart felt as if he had been twisted with a knife.

She knew everything, she knew everything, just to keep herself from being sad and sad, thinking of carrying it alone until the day she left.

Tears blurred his vision, and it was a long time before he thought of the pillow she mentioned, ten notes? What will be written on ten slips of paper?

I couldn't wait to wipe the tears on my face, and I was lying on the big bed, and the long arm of my right hand suddenly hugged the soft pillow of her, sat down, hugged the pillow, and was sad and sad.

One by one, the notes are pulled out,

He silently read one by one:

Article 1: I love you, every second and every minute;

Article 2: I love you, every minute;

Article 3: I love you, every hour and every week;

Article 4: I love you, every week and every month;

Article 5: I love you, every month and every quarter (spring, summer, autumn and winter);

Article 6: I love you, quarter and year;

Article 7: I love you, whether I don't know you yesterday or I am familiar with you today;

Article 8: I love you, no matter today, or tomorrow, when things are unpredictable;

Article 9: I love you, both in this life and in the unknowable afterlife;

Article 10: I love you, life after life, reincarnation!

The big hand that shook violently held the ten fingers with her love tightly, and her heart ached like a cut, she loved him so hard that everyone in his body began to ache violently, and his heart was cramped for a while.

The big palm kept shrinking, and she held the ten pieces of paper tightly in the palm of her hand, as if it was her whole heart, the blood was alive, and tears poured down.

Covering his cheeks with both hands, tears fell on his shirt and dripped on the tip of his heart, pain, sourness, astringency, regret, regret, how can he live without her?

She said in the letter that she would marry him in the next life.

His heart was even more broken, piece by piece, piece by piece fell into the sea, his limbs were broken, and he couldn't put a piece together, he should have told her that in the next life, in the next life, he would marry her to be his wife Chu Tiannan, but before he could say it, she left.

The huge pain of beating his face tore through his entire heart, and finally his whole body was numb from the pain. He quieted down, numbness plunging his mind into one of the deepest memories.

There, in the spring flowers, she stood side by side with him in the little red courtyard, watching several roses bloom one after another.

……

"Anan, the people from the funeral home are going to be pulled away!" Zhou Yang, who had red eyes, was reminding him whether to look at her again, and she was going to leave completely.

The sharp-eyed He Yurou stepped forward to stop Zhou Yang, "Anan, let them take them away, and when the matter is done, Anan will go over." "If Chu Tiannan goes there, it's still like this, what can I do?

Everyone breathed a sigh of nervousness, thinking that Chu Tiannan would turn his face with his mother.

However, this time unexpectedly, Chu Tiannan didn't say anything. He nodded silently, "Okay, don't bother her." She loves the quiet! He thought, yes, she was right in her letter, death is not the end, maybe the beginning of a new life.

Everyone let out a long sigh of relief.

Three days passed quickly.

After Leng Xiaoxi's body was cremated, he held the urn, half of it was left in the cemetery, and half of it was quietly sprinkled in the creek in front of their door.

He even grabbed a handful of thin ashes and put them in the small heart-shaped flower bed of the acacia tree they planted together.

A light smoke drifted gently, and he just wanted to leave, but a casual glance made him turn around again, and the acacia tree sprouted, and the acacia tree she looked forward to every day sprouted.

The moth is yellow and green, which is what she imagined.

Could it be that this is also the beginning of his true lovesickness with her? He smiled bitterly, acacia tree, only acacia has a tree, he shook his head, and his eyebrows were stained with a layer of vicissitudes.

Without acacia, where does the acacia tree come from?

"Dad!" Hao Hao's voice floated in very softly from the outside, and there was a tentative taste, which disturbed his father's mind of missing his mother.

Chu Tiannan raised his head, stared at his more and more mature son, and pulled the corners of his mouth with satisfaction, but it was not a smile, just a faint response.

"Grandma wants you to move back to the villa in a few days." Hao Hao hung his head, his voice was low, he knew that he was likely to be reprimanded by his father.

"Haohao, Dad wants to stay here with your mother for a few days, in case she comes back one day and looks at me, I can't see it, how sad it is, don't you say?" He patiently replied to Haohao, but his sad eyes were focused on the acacia trees that sprouted at the same time in the two heart-shaped flower beds.

They also know lovesickness, lovesickness, and missing each other.

He and her, a human world, a hell of hell, are the tree of their lovesickness.

Looking at each other from afar, looking at each other from afar.