Two minutes ago.

Song Zilin still ignored her words, and the bitter little nurse turned her head to Shen Sihuan for help. The latter empathetically broke free of Wen Yan's hand and walked towards them.

But at this time, Song Zilin moved the hand supporting the railing, and the little nurse thought that he was finally willing to sign, and happily stuffed the pen into his hand.

But he woke up like from a nightmare, shook off the nurse's hand, and shouted, "Don't touch me!! ”

The little nurse staggered back two steps, and if it had been a minute earlier, the worst would have been for her to fall to the ground. But now, Shen Sihuan was standing behind her, and she only heard an "ah" behind her ear, and then whose scream: "Huanhuan!! ”

The little nurse turned her head sideways, and in an instant, her face turned blue.

Just now, Shen Sihuan was hit by her, and in order to support her, his feet twisted, his center of gravity was tilted to the right, and he fell down the stairs.

Song Zilin flew up, reached out and grabbed it, he caught it, but it only paused everything for a second, the soft little hand still slipped from his palm, and she fell down the stairs.

Suddenly, everything in the background lost its sound, and Song Zilin stood there dumbfounded, with a tragic red at the end of the stairs below, and people kept passing him by, and hurriedly ran down the stairs.

And in the palm of his hand is a cloth potato flower ring......

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Three days later.

Shen family.

Shen Siyue's funeral was low-key and warm, and each of them was there, including the director of the welfare home, the teacher, Han Shi's brother Han Jian, Han Yi, Zhao Xinling, Wang Hu, Wang Zhi and his wife, and even the king rushed back from Africa.

Everyone who knew Shen Siyue offered flowers to him and gave him his last journey.

Only, there is no Song Zilin.

That day, Shen Sihuan accidentally fell down the stairs, and the bright red blood traveled all the way, and she also walked away from the ghost gate.

But Song Zilin disappeared, quietly.

Wen Yan called him, but no one answered, dialed again, and turned off the phone. After that, he even sent him a text message informing him of the time of Shen Siyue's funeral, but he still didn't show up.

"Wen Yan, Wen Yan......" Shen Sihuan's call interrupted his thoughts, he looked down and saw her sitting in a wheelchair, holding a pair of sneakers with one hand and pulling the hem of his clothes with the other.

He smiled, squatted down in front of her, touched her little face lovingly, and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"Wen Yan, how am I now? Will it still be very emaciated? ”

He shook his head with a smile, took a lipstick from the dresser, and said:

"No, it's just that your lipstick application technique is really not very good, and you can't apply flowers."

He used his thumb to wipe away the red that had spilled out of the lip line, and then, unscrewing the red, he gently touched up her lips twice.

He scrutinized her face, applied another circle of lipstick to his own mouth, and then sipped the index finger of his other hand twice and wiped it over her apple muscles.

"Well, it's perfect."

She smiled: "Wen Yan, why are you so skilled in makeup?" ”

He replied, "I secretly checked it out." ”

"Just know!"

He straightened up with a smile, but when he walked behind her, his smile froze instantly. With a slight twinkle in his eyes, he pushed his wheelchair and walked out of the bedroom.

They came to the first floor, and all eyes were on the two of them.

Several aunts of the Shen family and Shen Sihuan's friends couldn't bear to turn their faces away, and secretly wiped away their tears.

But Shen Xihuan smiled lightly, hugged his sneakers to his chest, and stared at the snow-white petal wall in front of him, with Shen Siyue's portrait in the center.

He was smiling like a warm breeze, looking at her warmly and warmly...... "Hundreds of billions of pet marriages: Mr. Wen, be good!" The latest chapters of "Paw Book House" are free to read for the first time.