The evergreen trees in the hospital are not afraid to stand proudly on the branches when the cold winter is coming. (79 novels are the fastest and most stable to update)

Bai Lian pushed Wen Yu to walk on the hospital path, the lines on his face became more and more profound, his eyes were sunken, and only his eyes were extremely clear.

"Miss Mo, you take care of me every day, do you pity me, an old man, on the road alone." His mentality has been adjusted, and he will make fun of himself and her.

"yes, don't forget me in your next life." Bai Lian pulled the blanket that he had slipped under his knees.

“…… I won't ......," he groaned for a moment and replied softly.

I don't know where to take the flute, put it on the 'lips', for a while, the melodious flute sound is crisp, lingering, blowing the 'spring' day's splendid longing.

He's like, he loves to play the flute.

After a song, he panted and fell asleep for a moment.

Bai Lian squatted down and carefully checked the possible air leakage, her chin leaned against the armrest of his wheelchair, looking at him stupidly, only when he was asleep, did he dare to look at him unscrupulously, this eyebrow, just dyed with white frost, can torture him as if he was invincible, like a wind candle extinguished.

But even if he changes, he is still him, and in this life, she only loves this man.

Bai Lian stretched out his hand tremblingly, tears streaming without knowing it.

For Wen Yu, for him who is thinking about him in different time and space, if she has the opportunity to go back, she must firmly grasp his hand, and they don't stumble anymore.

Only dared to touch the position of his palm through the blanket, and the loving gaze lasted for a long time, until, she was disturbed by another gaze.

Twenty meters away, An Xinluo covered her mouth, her eyes were wide open, and she looked like she had broken something.

Could it really be that he could sense her breath, Wen Yu opened his eyes and looked in that direction sensitively, it was her, he didn't want her to see her like a ghost, her eyes turned from Mo Bailian's body to him, clear and incredible, staring at them for a minute before pulling out her 'legs' and running away.

"Xiao Luo......" muttered in a low and hoarse voice, "cough... Cough..."A violent cough suddenly overflowed from his mouth, the 'chest' cavity was violently agitated, and his blushing face was in pain, Bai Lian hurriedly grabbed his arm and pinched the middle to prevent him from suddenly holding his breath.

"Wen Yu ......" exclaimed heartbreakingly, "Wen Yu, you can't be fine...... Wen Yu ...... "Her voice has changed, and she can no longer maintain the freshness and naturalness of her daily life."

"Doctor, nurse, come on......" The medical staff next to him quickly carried him onto a stretcher and sent him to the operating room.

At the 'door' of the operating room, An Xinluo did not stay away.

"Miss Mo, is he your father?" She opened her mouth with a chatter, her eyes were so intense, it was clearly looking at her lover, but she still asked.

“…… Ha ha...... Haha......" Bai Lian was dumbfounded by her question, raised his head and laughed, reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, and really wanted to slap her, telling her that it was really worthless to hear Yu, and the intimate person who had been with him for decades was just because he was getting old, just... Don't you see his unwavering affectionate gaze?

"You are so kind," Bai Lian took a deep breath and sneered in turn, "No matter how gray he is, no matter how old and ugly he is, I will accompany him, let alone disown him." ”

An Xinluo took a few steps back, very embarrassed, in retrospect, she did recognize it, but she didn't dare to admit it, her brother Yu has always been personable and unparalleled, how could it be that man who is so old that he is about to lose his teeth.

"I'm the one who can go to the end with him." Bai Lian stared at the lamp that decided life and death without blinking, "Miss An, please don't appear in front of us for half a step in the future, you will be repaid... He has a lot of love for you, thank you. ”

"The patient must be kept in a good mood, his current body function cannot withstand another stabbing 'excited'." The doctor took off his mask and warned her.

"I understand, thank you, doctor."

Wen Yu's lips were white, her cotton "flowers" and "sticks" were dipped in water, and she fed them into his mouth bit by bit, carefully treating fragile porcelain, he loved to be clean and tidy, she wiped his body every day, never fake the hands of others.

"Are you awake?" After being in a coma for two days and two nights, Bai Lian stayed at his 'bed' and woke up to his gentle eyes.

He was weak and speechless, and she didn't panic, just like an ordinary morning, when they woke up to each other, they greeted each other with one eye, "I'll go buy porridge, you must be hungry." ”

He blinked, and the smile on his lips was warm.

Bai Lian thought to himself, did he see through life more, this crystal clear soul, in the past, he was infinitely beautiful, and the people around him catered to him and flattered him, when he lost these fame and fortunes, everyone seemed to have forgotten him, including his family and relatives, and was hospitalized for more than a month, as if she was really the only one involved in his life.

He smiled lightly every day, using his thin fingers, playing the flute for her hard, and the nurse advised him not to exert himself and pay more attention to rest, but Bai Lian laughed and said that it was good for him to be happy.

Except for the four hours hosted in the early morning, the rest of the time, Bai Lian was inseparable from him.

Your soul is a 'fine' landscape,

The masquerade and the Bergamo dance are charming,

Playing the poetry and dancing,

Underneath their bizarre disguises, it was almost melancholy.

Just as they sang the minor tune of love, sang of the triumphant love and the joyful life,

They don't seem to believe in their own happiness anymore,

And their songs and moonlight merge together.

The quiet moonlight, melancholy and beautiful,

She made the birds fall into dreams in the woods, and the fountains wept intoxicatedly,

The fountain is in the middle of the stone carving, slender and light.

Bai Lian will use pure French to recite all kinds of 'wave' poems for him, Wen Yu loves French, although no one knows this little habit, but she knows that every time she opens her mouth to recite the first sentence, he will quietly close his eyes, listen, feel, and after she is finished, nod slightly, Bai Lian understands that he loves, the poem, the affirmation of her recitation.

They seem to have a tacit understanding, his gestures, his eyes, her gestures, her eyes, are accurate.

After Wen Yuneng spoke, he told her that the 'girl' child, An Xinluo, was his fiancée and the person he loved.

Although her heart is bright, Bai Lian is still a little sentimental, at the end of every story before, the male protagonist will fall in love with her, at least he will fall in love with her, but this one, she is not even qualified to speak, because the original body's 'sex' is not to let his calm heart 'ripple' again.

"Do you want to see her?" Bai Lian asked.

Shaking her head, Wen Yu tugged at her sleeve, "What about you?" ”

"My story, you can hear it from nostalgia every day, are we considered to be sympathetic?" She laughed.

"It's different." Wen Yu glanced at her with pity, turned his head away, and in the depths of his eyes, there was a painful pain and sadness, "After telling this story, come out." ”

Break free from the spell of love.

"Okay." Bai Lian lowered his head, not letting him see her still firmness and persistence.