Jiang Chuchu was in a trance and didn't make a sound.

If she could, she certainly didn't.

When she was young, she thought it was just a ridiculous episode of youth, and when it was over early, he would not be so sad when she died.

But over the years, watching him play with flowers, watching him gradually become indifferent and ruthless.

Jiang Chuchu found that the years have changed and time has changed, but neither she nor he has lived up to the short-lived absurdity of youth.

Jiang Jingming stayed here directly, and Jiang Chuchu had to wait a few days for surgery because he wanted to adjust his body to the best condition.

Jiang Jingming directly hired two domestic chefs, and cooked food for Jiang Chuchu with three meals a day.

In addition, every morning, he would take Jiang Chuchu to the hospital garden for a walk.

The day before the operation, Jiang Chuchu looked at the sunflower at the head of the bed and lost his mind.

These days, he prepares a bouquet of flowers for her every day, and most of the flowers he gives her in high school are roses, but these days when he is hospitalized, the flowers he sends are mostly brightly colored.

There are bellflowers, cornflowers, sunflowers, and hyacinths......

There is a little less of the richness and loneliness of roses, but it makes the ward a little more warm, but it doesn't feel cold at all.

After a while, Jiang Jingming pushed the door in, carrying a lot of nutrients and fruits in his hand, and a balloon that would glow inside in his other hand.

"When I go out shopping, I see something on the side of the road and I think you're going to like it." Jiang Jingming spoke softly and tied the balloon thread to the head of the hospital bed for her.

Jiang Chuchu smiled: "Why do I seem to be a child, I still need you to coax me." ”

Jiang Jingming put down the things in his hand and took her into his arms.

He rested his chin on her shoulder and whispered, "I'm just trying to make you happy." ”

The corners of Jiang Chuchu's eyes were a little moist, and he lowered his eyes and didn't make a sound.

When he was young, he also used to clumsily express his love and often tease her rare smile, but now that time has passed, he seems to gradually overlap with the shadow of that time, as if they have never been missing in the middle years.

"I actually have a secret." Jiang Chuchu spoke softly.

Jiang Jingming looked up at her and asked, "Do you want to say that you actually like me very much?" ”

Jiang Chuchu curled the corners of his lips, and his somewhat cold face softened: "When I was in school, you always said that I didn't like to laugh, in fact, you made me want to laugh many times, but I have been putting up with it." ”

Jiang Jingming looked at her gently.

"Because I know that if I don't laugh at you, you'll come back, and you'll come and continue to make me happy." Jiang Chuchu spoke softly, with a touch of satisfaction in his eyes.

At that time, the whole high school years were gray for her.

Maybe the color is too bright, or she is not likable, and because of her father's background, she is often targeted, boys covet her appearance, and girls mostly dislike his background.

That's right, after his mother's death, his father began to drink heavily, and in the end, he was directly supported by a rich woman because of his handsome appearance.

She had moved out of the house, the house where he used to take women back to fool around.

She worked hard to make money, relied on a good color to pick up some magazines, and went to work as a part-time model, so it was difficult to maintain.

It was only later that her father became more addicted to drugs and frequently asked her for money, and finally went to prison for robbery and murder, and committed suicide in prison not long after, leaving only a letter to her.