Staring at the transparent moonlight outside the window, as bright as snow, her heart was like this moonlight, cold, cold, and, forty-eight hours, she was about to leave his warm embrace completely.

The tip of her heart hurt, and the blood in her whole body hit her already muddy eyes, and it was a mess.

How could she be willing to give it?

But is this fate? Birth, old age, sickness and death are human nature, no matter whether you are a nobleman with power all over the world, or an eton on the rich side, you can't escape the fate of a pile of white bones and a handful of loess.

Man, sooner or later, there will be this day.

sighed quietly, turned over carefully, for fear of waking up Chu Tiannan, who was already breathing evenly, she raised her hand, her movements were surprisingly light, tried her tears, raised her head, and looked directly at the bright moon in the sky, hoping that it would relieve her feelings, let herself leave later tomorrow night, and give herself a little more time to be greedy.

Forty-eight hours, what could she do for him? The more I tried to control the cloudiness in the corners of my eyes, the more I couldn't help rolling down, quietly seeping onto the pillow, and soon getting wet......

He lay there motionless, his eyes tightly closed, holding his breath, but his fingers were put together, tight, as if he was going to use all his strength, his body was tense, he listened quietly to her breathing, and even her careful turning movements, he could detect it in the slightest.

Chu Tiannan is also silently accompanying her, it is the unforgettable love of his life, although they have missed it for many years, but in the end they finally got together after ups and downs, but obviously felt that they hadn't been together enough, why did she have to leave?

He is really unwilling, if he can exchange his life for a few more days, a few years of her life, he would rather give everything he has, maybe God has never given himself such a chance.

The purple and red of late spring made him feel the prosperity and withering of life. Delicate and decadent coexist, and sooner or later, the flowers will turn into dust and melt into the spring mud of the coming year.

He is willing to be her spring mud forever, every year, to accompany her spring well.

It's a pity that there will be no more next year, this is the last twilight spring he has with her, she is leaving, there are forty-eight hours left, his heart aches dullly, bursts of heartbreaking, as if he has been rubbed with a big hand and turned into a ball, so painful that when he can't breathe, a trace of mist stains the corners of his eyebrows.

The fingertips of the fists trembled violently in the center of the fist......

The night was silent, but at this time, in their hearts, there was no sound, and there was a sound.

Outside the red fence outside the window, the roses in the twilight spring began to wither, and some of the flower buds were thick, ready to bloom at dawn.

Outside the fence, a faint glimmer of starlight was still flickering, and a hoarse, sobbing voice came, worried, "Ah Qiang, Sister Xiaoxi, can't we really send it?" ”

Hugging Konishi's shoulders, Cuong sighed, "Their time is tight, and we can't bother." He glanced at Xiao Bai Se's shrunken shoulders, let go of his arms around her, quickly took off his clothes, draped them on her body, and his voice was extremely soft, "Go to the car and rest for a while, how many miles do we have to retreat during the day?" ”

"I want to accompany you!" She froze. Stubbornly looking at his dark eyes in the dark, she wants to accompany him, no matter where she is.

"Okay," Zhou Yang coughed a few times, "Can you not show affection like this, my Arou didn't come, you ignore my existence like this, you all go, I'll take a look, don't worry, go and go, you go to the car or tent to rest." He raised his hand and patted his chest as he pushed them away, "I'm here here, you can all rest assured." Besides, you've been busy all day during the day, where can you keep an eye on it? ”

Looking at Zhou Yang's insistence, Ah Qiang couldn't help but say, "Thank you, I'll be worth it tomorrow night!" He knew he was worth the last night, both in case of a robber accident like the one he had done last time, and because they would be able to do it in case something went wrong.

Behind his back, he waved his hand to Zhou Yang, and then hugged Xiaoxi and left.

Early in the morning, she walked down the stairs wrapped in a white nightgown, and with a somewhat dull hair, she ran out into the yard, and she thought to herself:

Did she and the acacia tree he planted with his own hands sprout? Leng Xiaoxi was very anxious to run to the heart form flower garden, and when she squatted down and carefully looked for the trace of the moth green, her face and eyes quickly showed a trace of deep sadness, the acacia tree has not yet sprouted, is there any hope for her and him in the next life?

Why hasn't it sprouted yet, didn't he say soon? It's been more than a week, why hasn't there been any movement, her heart is a little unbearable, her hands can't help grabbing her dry hair, a few hairs instantly fall off along her strength, the morning breeze blows, falling in the heart-shaped flower garden, her heart is even more desolate, feeling that life is so fragile.

When leaving, he didn't even take a trace of hope away for himself, except for the concentric lock, what else could he and her in this life take away with hope, obviously finally pinned on this small flower seed, knowing that there was no hope, but she insisted on thinking about that hope for the next life, knowing that the planting period of the acacia tree was early spring, was it too late to sow it herself?

Her face was full of pain and disappointment, and the fog in her eyes was a little thicker than just now.

And regrets.

There was a sudden movement behind her, she knew that he was also up, and couldn't help but quietly hide her lost mood, a calm and peaceful face surfaced, and when she turned her eyes, she bent the corners of her eyes and hooked her lips, "Anan, why hasn't our acacia tree sprouted yet?" There was a hint of coquettishness in her voice.

"It's going to sprout!" He took a step towards her, for he was too anxious to see that she was gone, and his movements were a little violent, and his face was a little pale, but when he approached her, his face was gradually reflected by a hint of morning light, a faint gold, which concealed the slight paleness.

"Well, you see I'm all out in my pajamas!" She blinked, "I'm going to change into a beautiful dress, the white is too plain!" Before he could catch her, she jumped and left merrily.

In the last two days, she must spend happily with him. If you are sad, there is no happy now.

Ten minutes later,

Dressed in a short purple skirt, knee-length, curly long hair, curled by the electric curl rod, wearing a layer of lilac light makeup, beautiful eyes smiled towards him, shaking her arms, her purple high heels stepped on the bluestone road in the courtyard, beautifully turned in a circle, the skirt was beautiful and danced in the wind, very beautiful.

He looked at her blankly, his eyes overflowing with love and sighs, such a beautiful person, so young? How can you say that if you don't have it, you won't have it? Isn't it too unfair to God?

Staring at her, his eyes stared at her without blinking, until she floated to him, he almost didn't come back to his senses, and when a trace of hot and humid aroma swept across his face, he was shocked to wake up, grasped her thin wrist, and quietly took her into his arms.

How long can he hold her? The reluctance in my heart couldn't help but increase the intensity of hugging my wife with my arm,

"Anan?" Her voice was soft, and her chest was suffocated by his hold. "It's time to water the flowers, let's do it together?" She winked mischievously. His hands were propped up on their chests, and he struggled to reach his arms, which were no longer clinging to.

"Good!" He was reluctant to let go, and then he still took his wife's hand and went to find the watering can.

"Anan, you make breakfast, you make it tastes good, I'll water the flowers, and when I finish watering, I'm hungry too!" She smiled and pulled out her slender fingers, gently pushed down his arm, and her small mouth was slightly upturned, "Go quickly." ”

She ran away, like a happy purple delphinium.

The wide palm was empty there, motionless, just a trace of temperature was instantly replaced by a cold morning air, he looked at her back intently, she was gone, how could he get by?

His heart was like a split, the pain spread along his veins to all parts of his body, his eyebrows were tight, but he still looked at her intently from the tool room of the small courtyard took a white kettle, drew water from the water pipe, and quickly ran to the fence, with a pleasant and happy face, he rubbed his eyes and thought he was wrong?

She's happy!

When the corners of his eyes gradually moistened, he put down the stiff hand that had fallen in the air, and turned around to wipe the layer of wetness from the corners of his eyes.

After the meal, she lay quietly on the rattan chair under the flowers, looking intently at a cookbook, what to give him at noon? Page by page.

West Lake vinegar fish? When the slender white fingers turned the page, she kept staring at her brows and stretched slightly, this seems to be good, but the heat is difficult to master, do you want to try it, there are all kinds of fish sent by Zhou Yang and them two days ago in the big fish tank, there should be kunyu? Does she remember?

Yes, she closed the book and quickly headed in the direction of the fish tank.

Chu Tiannan, who had been busy turning over the soil in the flower garden, saw her close the book and left, couldn't help but straighten up, put down the mud shovel in his hand, thought of a good reason, and then went to the living room, poured two cups of warm water, one was hers and one was his own, when he put her water cup, he gently glanced at the title of the book co-authored on her rattan chair, recipe?

couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, snort, his throat was hot, a trace of hot stuff was stuffed between his throat, he couldn't help but put down the water glass in his hand, calmly walked to his flower garden, the moistness in the corners of his eyes was already a cloud.

As soon as he adjusted his mood, he saw her walking out of the fish tank with a smile on her face in the corner of his eye.

Would she be sad and sad if she knew she was leaving in less than fifty hours? He asked himself quietly, as if nothing had happened, maybe it would be better for him to give her a happy end of life.

At nine o'clock in the morning, she entered the kitchen early and started to get busy, and it wasn't until she called Chu Tiannan to eat that he washed his hands and came to the restaurant.

Sure enough, there is West Lake vinegar fish, but there are also Longjing shrimp, crab soup, braised spring bamboo shoots in oil, and a soup, West Lake Ulva soup, a trace of mist in the corner of his eyes dyed again, while she didn't pay attention to the rice, quietly tried it, this table of dishes is something she has never done, it seems that she is not prepared today, but prepared for several days, these are some famous dishes of Zhejiang cuisine, he has eaten, seen, but her dishes are his own and his soul has been touched by an irrepressible.

He never cries, but the corners of his eyes are flowing unhappily these days.

When she was dying, she was still thinking of herself.

When he was cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, he stepped forward to stop her, I came, he was reluctant to let her work so hard for herself, he just saw the layer of fine sweat that appeared slightly on her forehead.

"Half an hour later, we have to take a lunch break." This was their complete routine, and it was not difficult for her to let him see any abnormalities in herself, and she was leaving quietly.

The less damage done to him, the better.

Afternoon fishing,

After dinner, I went for a walk to see the stars.

Her tense and regular rhythm of life was no different from usual, so that Chu Tiannan saw a trace of abnormality when she was about to leave, and he couldn't help but wonder if the professor had made a mistake? But he didn't want to verify that result, whether it was true or not, he would accompany her through it, and he would rather the result about her be fake.

ten o'clock

As she lay in bed, she found that the moon was brighter tonight, but tomorrow on the sixteenth would be rounder.

In the early hours of the morning, when sleepiness was raging, a familiar and distant voice came, "Xiaoxi, I'll come here tomorrow to pick you up." ”

(I've been delayed in the past two days, and I'm not in good health!) Please forgive me for breaking more, the pit will not break! Code Words Continue! ）