"Dangdangdang—"

"Dangdangdang—"

Chen Yuan knocked on the door continuously, but there was no response in Baohaitang, he was a little disappointed, turned around and was about to leave, when the door lock suddenly loosened, and the door opened suddenly.

Chen Yuan cautiously poked inside, and saw a garbage food bag piled up like a hill, with a small head buried in the bag, and a baby pink velvet blanket could be vaguely seen.

"Five million assists, five million assists......" the young man said as if he was muttering in a dream, and his wrist fell out of the blanket, without blood.

Chen Yuan was entangled for a moment, and tentatively shouted Tang Du. Tang Du rolled over, opened his hazy sleepy eyes, and looked at him without blinking, his eyes were a little sloppy, and he didn't seem to have woken up yet.

Chen Yuan stared at those dark and rich eyes, looking surprised, "Your eyes are not ......"

Tang Du woke up like a dream, and the whole person was panicked like being bumped into Cinderella who had lost her magic effect at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and rushed into the innermost part of the store without saying a word, and after a while, he was dressed neatly, and his eyes returned to blue, before he appeared again.

"How did Mr. Chen get in?" Tang Du remembered that he had locked the door.

"I knocked twice, and the door opened on its own." Chen Yuan was a little embarrassed and scratched the back of his head.

Tang Du glanced at a certain display shelf and frowned.

"Forget it." Helplessly slumped down his shoulders, Tang Du went to make cereal, and asked Chen Yuan to rest on the chair for a while, but how could Chen Yuan sit still, he felt more and more that young people were eccentric, so he took advantage of the absence of people to secretly look for the painting scroll.

The scroll is placed in its original place and remains in its original appearance.

Chen Yuan touched the blank drawing paper, but his hand involuntarily sketched the shape, flowing water, but he clearly did not know how to paint, when the last stroke fell, his middle finger sharpened a pain, a bead of blood fell, and a large patch of bright red on the paper.

Chen Yuan hurriedly wiped it, but the red color seemed to have its own life, it followed the traces of Chen Yuan's fingers, and gradually pulled into a thin line to form a clear line, a woman jumped on the paper, with pink cheeks and jade face, half-open eyebrows and eyes, beautiful and sad.

Recalling last night's dream, Chen Yuan couldn't help but make up some seemingly beautiful female ghosts in film and television dramas, but they were actually hideous, and all those who were entangled would die tragically in the end.

And just like to verify his guess, the beauty waved with blood gradually disappeared on the paper, and in front of him, a moon-white brocade belt suddenly hung down, the brocade belt went up, a pair of embroidered shoes with clouds and water, and then a fluttering long skirt, slowly, the woman's face appeared.

"It's kind of waiting." The beauty has crooked eyebrows, holding a fan in her hand, shyly blocking her face, and was about to talk to Chen Yuan, when she lowered her head, her delicate face was discolored, "Chen Lang, what are you going to do!" ”

Chen Yuan's lips were pale, and he approached the painting scroll with a lighter, and the flames gushed out, burning the paper in the blink of an eye.

He didn't listen to the explanation at all, and there was only one thought in his head - burn the painting! This female ghost, I don't know how she got entangled with herself, and I don't know what she wants to do, but she must save herself!

"Chen Lang, stop!" The beauty was a little angry, and her apricot eyes widened.

Chen Yuan turned a deaf ear, only afraid that she would bewitch his mind, seeing that the painting scroll had been burned and bent, and it was about to be set on fire, the beauty couldn't bear it, and slapped it over, slapping Chen Yuan unconscious.

With a clang, the man fell to the ground.

"Wish!" Tang Du heard the movement and rushed over, but he was still a step too late, and he scolded angrily, and the beauty quickly picked up a fan to cover her face, and drilled back into the painting in a panic.

Chen Yuan's body couldn't move, and it was pitch black in front of him, but he didn't seem to have lost consciousness.

He could still hear the conversation between the two men—

"As long as I can keep my daughter alive, I am willing to pay any price." Chen Yuan was taken aback, this was his voice, wasn't this what he said in the hospital back then?

"But you're destined to have no children, Mr. Chen." The young man's voice is calm and cold, and it is a good voice for storytelling.

"Peng Zehu Shenqing Hongjun's maidservant, named Ruwish, can help people realize all their wishes, this is a wishful scroll, you just need to make a wish to let her heal your heart, from now on, you and your wife live happily together, no longer have to worry about the future."

"No, I'd rather have my daughter come back to life!" He is so stubborn.

The young man shook his head: "You are destined to have no children, fate is arranged like this, your daughter can't live." ”

"What if I make a wish?"

The young man reminded him: "Your heart can no longer support your body, and after two months, your health will deteriorate rapidly. ”

"Am I going to die?"

The young man confessed: "No, but it will be very hard. ”

"I want to save my daughter!" And he was firm.

The young man was silent for a moment: "Are you sure?" Why? ”

"I was abandoned by my mother at the age of seven and grew up in an orphanage, and all my life I longed to have a home, I wanted a wife, I wanted to have children, and I would do everything I could to be good to them and protect them."

The young man smiled: "Can you?" ”

"Why can't I? Don't doubt my resolve. ”

"I want my daughter to live, if there is such an opportunity, I must do it, even if it costs a heavy price, even if it is hard, I can overcome it."

"I will give them the best life."

The young man seemed to have no choice: "Well, remember your words and never regret it." ”

The memories came to an abrupt end.

Chen Yuan's body was able to move again, he opened his eyes, saw Tang Du, looked at the pale and deep face of the young man, and suddenly remembered that he had already seen Tang Du!

After twelve years, he is no longer young, but there is no trace of the passage of time on the face of the youth, and this painting, he also understands, back then, he prayed in the hospital, but not to the heavens, but to this painting.

"The goddess got her wish." Slowly pronouncing the name, the scroll hung in the air like an echo. The beauty stepped into reality again, glanced at Tang Du with a little weakness, and stood in front of Chen Yuan.

"Chen Lang, you finally remembered." Holding his face as he wished, he was extremely aggrieved: "It's been twelve years, your daughters have grown up, why don't you come to repay your wishes!" I'm in a hurry! ”

"In a hurry, you can't pass me and signal to him privately, is there any organizational discipline, can it be done." Tang Du licked the plastic spoon, put the finished cereal aside, and assumed the posture of a leader.

He was a little ashamed, but he still reminded in a low voice: "Boss, you speak...... Forgot. ”

"......" Tang Du cleared his throat, and resumed his Chinese and slow and low, very aristocratic and gentlemanly tone: "Mr. Chen, since you have remembered, you and I will talk about business." ”

The goddess helps mortals realize their wishes, but it is not in vain, since there is a wish, it is natural to return the wish. Chen Yuan held a pill in his mouth, and the tip of his tongue was filled with bitterness. Tang Du held a straw in his mouth, his legs slightly crossed, and flipped through a booklet.

"Mr. Chen, back then, you asked to help your daughter survive as you wished, and gave you twelve years, now, it's time for you to repay her."

Chen Yuan recalled that in the past 12 years, not only did he not let his wife and daughter live a good life, but also dragged them down, he couldn't work, and he kept asking his wife to support him, "Sakura was killed by me, if it weren't for me, she wouldn't have died." ”

If he didn't insist on going his own way in front of Tang Du back then, but listened to persuasion and healed his body, then even if Kazuya Sakura didn't have children, at least Sakura wouldn't have become ill from hard work and finally committed suicide by suffering from cancer, at least she would be alive.

Chen Yuan was annoyed and regretted not being at the beginning.

Tang Du saw that he couldn't accept it for a while, so he discussed: "In this way, I will give you half a day, you go back and say goodbye, and come over obediently in the evening." ”

Chen Yuan regained his memory, and naturally remembered the reward he had promised for his wish - one life can be exchanged for one life.

Chen Yuan staggered away.

Looking at the back of the middle-aged man, he bit his fingers, "Boss, aren't we too cruel, looking at him is strange and pitiful, I feel that he is a good person." ”

"There is no distinction between good people and bad people in this world, and good people never do bad things, right?" Tang Du's face was expressionless.

"He thought he could rebel against fate, but he was not defeated by the disease, he couldn't fulfill his promise, he couldn't give his wife and daughter an ideal life, so he simply sealed this memory."

Having a happy home is Chen Yuan's dream, and it is also the belief that supports him to grow up, what a home should look like, everyone has a different definition, but in Chen Yuan's heart, it is obvious that marrying Ye Ying is far from enough.

"When Chen Yuan begged you, you thought he was for his daughter, but I felt that he was for himself."

"Is that so?" I don't understand it very well.

"Chen Yuan's heart disease is hereditary."

"But I heard him talk to her daughter......"

"That's not what he and her daughter say, and certainly not that is what he and his wife say."

Does Chen Yuan love Sakura? The answer is love. Is Chen Yuan Ai Si Sweet? Love, of course. However, what he loves most is himself. From beginning to end, Chen Yuan is desperately trying to achieve his own dream, which is a selfish dream, at any cost.

Chen Yuan and Ye Ying are very similar, they are the same kind of people, so they are husband and wife. You see, life is actually very reasonable, that is, what you give it, what it gives you, and you still want to grab the steering wheel with it, then you are afraid that you will only go further and further.

"That's a bit of a deserved one." I wiped the corners of my eyes as I wished, and the tears were dried before they flowed out, but when I think about it carefully, I am also embarrassed.

In the past twelve years, Chen Yuan has not lived the day he wants, and from the moment his heart attack was out of control and his life was completely out of control, he should have realized that his dream had sunk forever. That's why it's so painful that I forget the whole thing, because I don't want to admit that I messed up everything.

"But tracing back to the source, the reason why the child has congenital heart disease is not because of ......" Before he finished speaking, he was glanced at by Tang Du, and his eyes were different from before, flashing with warnings.

"I'm going to sleep." Tang Du yawned, and returned to his lazy and harmless appearance, as if it was just an illusion.

He locked the door, opened the cabinet on the wall and went in to catch up on sleep, waiting for Chen Yuan to come back a little later. As he wished, he returned to the painting and counted with his fingers, "Half a day, six hours." ”

As he wished, he felt that the time was so long, but for Chen Yuan, every minute and second was a luxury.