After a long silence, the person in his arms suddenly wailed, the wind rose outside the window, and then the crisp sound of rain hitting the glass.

I've never cried so happily, as if I want to shed all the tears in my body at once.

Yi Zeran stiffened slightly, his whole body held her in his arms in a strange position, and his stiff hand gently patted her back.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the sound outside the window was like a raging wave.

After a long time, there was an abrupt knock outside the door, and Song Boyuan, who was drenched in soup chicken, put the tightly wrapped meal in his hand on the table, "The hospital canteen is not open, I bought it outside, if the taste is wrong, you can tell me." ”

I didn't buy a meal after walking a whole street, and in the end I begged the old lady to go out for a walk to make it herself.

A very simple consommé side dish, in order to prevent it from getting wet in the rain, the plastic bag is wrapped layer after layer.

Xiao Luo was still sobbing quietly, his voice hoarse, like a cello out of tune.

Yi Zeran glanced at Song Boyuan, who was wet, and silently motioned for someone to go out and change clothes.

When the footsteps disappeared completely, Yi Zeran finally bent down, and his eyes met Xiao Luo's red and swollen eyes.

Xiao Luo's eyes were no longer in focus, and the red eyeballs were surrounded by misty water vapor.

Yi Zeran stretched out his thumb and carefully wiped away the messy tears on her face.

The skin on her face was delicate, and she could feel almost every tiny line on his thumb, and the warmth of a trickle.

"Let's eat."

Yi Zeran held her shoulder with one hand, and opened the closed lunch box with the other.

It is very simple fried vegetables and corn soup, and as soon as you open the ward, it is full of rich aroma of rice.

Xiao Luo sat dumbfounded, staring at the steaming food on the table with his two eyes, and did not move.

Her head was groggy and her stomach was empty, but it was clear that she couldn't eat a bite of food in her mental state.

After brewing for a long time, she was finally able to speak, her voice as low as a mosquito, "You eat, I want to stay here with my mother." ”

Yi Zeran didn't move, picked up the corn soup on the table, and then dragged a bench to sit opposite Xiao Luo.

"Open your mouth." He held the spoon in his hand, and his eyebrows were very serious.

Xiao Luo shook her head and stubbornly turned to the bleak hospital bed, she still didn't have the courage to open it and take a look.

"I'll watch it with you after dinner, okay?"

Xiao Luo ignored him, hunched over and buried his whole head in the soft quilt.

Yi Zeran furrowed his eyebrows, and his free hand easily pulled her up.

Xiao Luo looked at him with a frown, his face full of tiredness.

The corn soup was drunk into his mouth, and after just one sip, he was strongly rejected by his body, and Xiao Luo rushed to the bathroom with his body in pain.

I haven't eaten all day, so naturally I can't vomit anything.

After retching on the edge of the sink for a long time, she washed her face and returned to the hospital room.

His face became paler and paler from the cold water, and the blue blood vessels under his skin could almost be seen under the light.

Yi Zeran was facing the meal, and his face was gloomy and more terrifying than the dark clouds outside the window.

Xiao Luo sat in front of his mother's window again, with a stiff smile on his face, "Mom, I'm hungry." ”

The voice was hoarse and a little harsh.

Yi Zeran turned his head and stared at her, watching her lie down in front of the window again, intermittently telling about the trivial things around her.

The rain outside the window had gradually subsided, so the sound of falling was exceptionally clear.

Every word was like a cuckoo crying blood, and the sound fell on the tip of his heart.

In the past, there were countless wanderings, and he gave up again and again, and it was not until today that he realized that if this was not love, then he really lived in vain.

There was some pain, pain in her body, pain in his heart.

But no matter how painful it was, he couldn't bear everything for her.

At this moment, he can't do anything but company.

The wind and rain gradually stopped, the night returned to calm, Xiao Luo finally stopped talking, and fell asleep under the double pressure of spirit and body.

Yi Zeran carried the sleeping person into the next ward, and sent someone to burn sleeping incense.

Song Boyuan hadn't rested yet, standing behind Yi Zeran with a pair of dark circles under his eyes.

"Didn't my aunt leave anything behind?"

Yi Zeran's voice was also a little hoarse, and not eating for a day made his whole person look much more decadent.

"Ms. Lin instructed me to bury her in her hometown, and it seems that the things left for Xiao Luo are still in her residence before the onset of the disease, and I haven't had time to pick them up yet."

A faint fragrance lingered on the tip of his nose, Yi Zeran took a deep breath, and his gaze was much deeper, "Buried here?" ”

H City has Xiao Luo's father, Xiao Luo, and the home they have lived in for decades, but now she asks to be buried in this distant land.

If you don't understand, but if you don't understand, he will do it.

So is this place destined to be a fetter for her life?

Song Boyuan didn't answer, he obviously couldn't understand Mother Lin's request, but everyone has unspeakable pain and happiness, he is just an assistant who does things for others, and other people's family affairs are not what he should ask.

Yi Zeran's gaze turned to Xiao Luo, who was sleeping peacefully, "Tomorrow I will arrange for someone to give her a physical examination, and then prepare some warm and easily digestible food." ”

After a pause, he added: "You don't have to worry about the affairs here, go to that place to find a suitable cemetery, and find the things left by your aunt." ”

It's all very simple, the only thing that is difficult is how to calm down the depressed mood and make her accept this cruel truth.

Yi Zeran stood in front of the window for a long time, only the faint street lamp was on outside, and there were two stout poplar trees under the windowsill, the bare trunks of which were drenched in the rain and shiny by the light.

He suddenly remembered that his young mother rarely took him out on an outing, and that night it rained, and the mother and son stayed on a nearby farm to rest.

That night he mischievously slipped out to play, only to run into the woods and get lost.

He was so frightened that he ran as hard as he could on the damp dirt road, but he tripped over the weeds, and when he fell, he saw the bright light of the stars.

He didn't know the firefly, and his heart was surprised and delighted, as if he had met a terrible Shenming, and bowed down to the little life reverently, and then made a wish.

Later, his mother found him and took him away from the terrible dark forest.

As a child, he thought that that wish had worked, so he always had a reverent respect for the light in his heart.

So on the day his father was going to take him away, he desperately escaped and rushed to the suburbs by bus, and his mother caught up with him, but still led him to the glowing little bug with tears in her eyes.

He religiously made a wish, but was later taken away by his parents.

walked so thoroughly, so thoroughly that in the later years, he almost forgot his mother's appearance.

It was the only time in his childhood that he was naïve, and now he has long seen through the hypocrisy and cruelty of this world, but for a moment, he wanted to make a wish to the gods.

Pray that Heaven will have mercy on her so that he can share her pain.