Chapter 139 Illness comes like a mountain

After this incident, Iman fell seriously ill. The illness lasted for three months. Time has transitioned from bleak autumn to quiet winter.

The city's blanket once again conceals all the stories that have happened. Sister Lin is still busy cooking and cleaning up the housework every day. Xiao Mo went in and out with the city. It's as if everything was a dream, and nothing happened.

The room was full of pill bottles, and Iman was on a drip in the house. Her body was so weak that she could only rely on those nutrient solutions to keep her alive. She is neither noisy nor noisy, quiet as a cat. The whole person is skinny and skinny.

If Iman had lost weight before, it was at least healthy thin. Now it's almost gone. It looks so bleak.

Iman had always thought about escaping, and even now she was thinking about how to get out of here. Leaving seems to have become the only support for her to continue her life. But even if she looked half-dead, Cheng Xian still refused to let her go.

Such a man is really ruthless. It's just that what is this kind of retention?

 ↓↓;However, compared to Chengxian's determination as always, the biggest change is Sister Lin. The city is obvious to Sister Lin, it is a piece of chicken ribs, and it is a pity to abandon it if it is tasteless. As early as before, when Sister Lin put all her thoughts on Xiao Mo, she felt slightly cruel and uncomfortable in Chengxian. However, after this period of time, Cheng Xian took meticulous care of Iman, and the small flame that Sister Lin had buried in her heart for a long time was ready to move again.

Sister Lin herself has no malicious intent, she is just out of reverence for Chengxian, just like a little fan loves a big star. In Iman's body, although she witnessed the pain, it was more of Chengxian's care. She longed for such a care, even if it was only one in ten thousand. Although Xiao Mo is good, she is always not as happy as Chengxian in her eyes.

People are like this, and often the happiness of others who live in their own eyes is the best. But we forget that our happiness always lives in the eyes of others. Happiness is within reach, but it is ourselves who let him slip away.

Sister Lin still bothered to take care of Iman, but her mind shifted to Cheng Xian again. Although Iman was sick, she was not completely confused. On the contrary, it was this serious illness that made her understand too much.

On this day, Cheng Xian returned early, and he shuffled up the stairs with heavy steps, and then threw his belongings on the chair beside him. I glanced at Iman again, although he was still on a drip, but he was sleeping soundly. He approached Iman and pinched her face, almost palpable her cheekbones. Cheng Xian immediately retracted his hand, and the whole person fell into a kind of panic.

He got up irritably, took off his clothes and went to take a shower.

There was a sound of bubbling water in the bathroom, and Iman opened her eyes, her eyes blank and empty, as if she had lost her soul. She straightened up with all her might, got up and slowly got out of bed, touching the coat of the city on the chair. I took my phone out.

The sound of the water in her ears was still so loud that she could almost hear it across the room. Iman bit his lip, but he was still ready to break the boat.

Iman was still asleep when he came out in his dressing gown, and he glanced at the furnishings around him with alarm, and everything was as usual. But he could clearly feel that something was quietly changing.

Cheng Xian quickly found the phone and turned it on, and when he found that nothing had changed, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that Iman would kill him and want to leave her, and that all his efforts these days had been in vain. But now he was finally able to put his mind at ease.

Looking at it again, the drip bottle was almost empty, and Cheng Xian hurriedly went to pull out the needle, and when he finished pulling out the needle with great skill, his heart hurt again.

Iman's hands are covered in black pinholes, which are small but shocking. Iman has been pampered since he was a child, and he has never suffered such a pain. But she didn't lose her temper, she just lay on the bed in a daze, and the silence was really terrifying.

In the past few days, Iman has only said one thing to Cheng Xian, "I don't want to stay in the hospital and die." ”

The hospital was supposed to be a place to save lives, but it had already quietly deteriorated. Money cannot be exchanged for the extension of life, but it can dictate the stay of life. Here, Qingyang is the best proof of this. He could have lived, he could have lived well, but he was delayed by those respected doctors.

Here, Iman has witnessed the loss of too many lives, Qingyang, her child, the woman's child, Huanhuan, almost all of them have been buried here.

It's all a lie to say you're not afraid. Iman didn't want to stay in the hospital and die, she was afraid that she would become one of them. It's like Yue Jingyan didn't dare to go to the hospital. After going through so many things, she also began to be afraid.

After the storm, the city returned to calm. He was like a well-behaved little sheep, shushing and greeting at Iman's side, and could sense every look and movement of Iman. He could even feel Iman's sadness when she said she didn't want to die in the hospital. He began to feel sorry for Iman again, as if Iman was the treasure he held in the palm of his hand.

However, Iman was already dead. Dead hearts don't feel warm, and of course, they don't feel pain.

By this time, Iman had already opened her eyes, and because of her thinness, her eyes seemed very large and hollow. Cheng Xian helped her up, caring, and asked cautiously, "Awake?" Is it that it hurts too much for me to remove the needle? ”

As she spoke, she rubbed Iman's hand with her hand, trying to help her activate the qi and blood that had accumulated together. This kind of city is still so charming, it really looks like a male god in the hearts of thousands of girls.

Iman didn't answer, her expression was very blank, as if everything here could no longer enter her heart. Cheng Xian was not annoyed, as gentle as every time he had quarreled before. He thought that as long as he was patient enough, he could finally get Iman's change of heart. However, he will never understand that something has happened and it will be difficult to go back to the past. It's like, it's hard to reunite after a broken mirror.

While rubbing his hands, Cheng Xian saw the ring on Iman's hand, the ring finger was the engagement ring he gave to Iman, and the tail ring was on his little finger. He couldn't help but glance at his hand, which also had a clearly visible symbol on it.

cX-Ym。

Cheng Xian had an indescribable feeling, as if he had been struck by lightning. They were both married, but Iman had an engagement ring on his hand. They didn't have a wedding, they didn't bless each other, they didn't exchange rings for each other, they didn't have anything. He seemed to understand Iman's noise, but it all seemed too late. Too late.

After rubbing his hands, he began to rub Iman's legs again. Iman has been sick for so long and rarely gets out of bed. Cheng Xian came to give Iman a massage in this way, for fear that she would be uncomfortable. Iman's illness was just a symptom of the rain, and although it was just a common case of a cold and fever, it lingered but did not get better. The doctor also said that she was unwilling to get better.

If you have a knot in your heart, no matter what kind of panacea you are, it won't work.

At this time, Sister Lin knocked on the door and came in, and she stewed chicken soup for Iman, which took a whole afternoon to boil. Cheng Xian took it and scooped it up, put it to his mouth and blew it cold before feeding it to Iman. Like a little fool, Iman stared into the distance in a daze, but his mouth never opened.

At this time, Cheng Xian suddenly withdrew the spoon full of chicken soup and shouted to Sister Lin: "I suddenly remembered the doctor's instructions, and the void cannot be remedied. Manman's body is so weak now, you still stew something like chicken soup for her to drink! Go and change something light. ”

Sister Lin Beicheng scolded her like this, and the whole person was listless, and withdrew with the bowl of chicken soup.

Xiao Mo sat in the living room and got his mobile phone, and when he saw Sister Lin coming down dejectedly, he expected that he must be angry with that pair of enemies again. Sister Lin is careful, although she doesn't say anything in her mouth, she may not mind how much she minds.

So he happily ran over, looked at the bowl of chicken soup that had not been touched at all, and said without words: "I was thinking, if only there was a mouthful of chicken soup to drink when it is so cold this day." I didn't expect you to be so considerate of Twilight, and you've done it now, so I'm welcome. ”

After speaking, he forcibly took the bowl of steaming chicken soup from Sister Lin's hand, as if he was afraid that Sister Lin would not let him drink it, and solved it by dividing it by two. When he finished drinking, the whole person was still proud. But his mouth had deceived his expression—a small bubble had been successfully scalded next to it.

Sister Lin didn't laugh when she watched it, nor did she blame, so she had to sigh helplessly.

At this time, Xiao Mo deliberately sold cuteness again: "Twilight rain, can you laugh one, will it be comfortable to hold your breath all day, laugh one and laugh another." ”

Such a frivolous appearance is really wry. Sister Lin finally laughed, happy with a hint of worry. She finally saw Xiao Mo's efforts. She is in love with Cheng Xian like a moth to a fire, won't she really hurt Xiao Mo, who has tried her best to warm him?

She began to falter again, this phobia of choice so intensely tormented all her perceptions that she almost collapsed.

At this time, Xiao Mo said again: "Twilight Rain, you look so good when you smile." ”

Sister Lin was slightly stunned, although she was about to get used to Xiao Mo's praise on weekdays, but every time Xiao Mo said this, she would feel slightly relieved.

Xiao Mo is actually a wooden head in the relationship between men and women, and he can't figure out the girl's mind at all. He just said what he wanted to say, as long as Sister Lin was smiling, he would be content. Seeing that Sister Lin was so beautiful when she smiled, he couldn't help but want to say a few more words. But wood is wood, and there are never more than three words that move people's hearts.

No, he just wanted to say a few affectionate words to Sister Lin, but when the words came to his mouth, they became, "Duyu, is there any more chicken soup here?" ”