Mu Zicheng held the barrel of the gun, and rolled his Adam's apple back and forth several times before he considered the gentle persuasion: "Tao Yan, you calm down, this family can't be saved, we can go to another hospital." ”

She stared at Mu Zicheng's face, her heart was cold, she crossed him again, looked at the doctors behind her who looked at each other categorically, and said in a broken voice: "You come to be my assistant, I will do the operation!" If I can't save him, I'll bury him! ”

"But you also have so many gunshot wounds on your body, how can you hold on?" Mu Zicheng exclaimed. Her eyebrows were poignant, and the cold air suddenly appeared, and there was a kind of momentum that made it difficult for people to refuse. Such a picture scroll was suddenly rubbed in his heart, and suddenly derived a lot of indescribable feelings.

"I can bear it, as long as he still has a breath, I won't fall!" Ping Yan glanced at him deeply, sharp as a knife.

Mu Zicheng looked at her back, one bloody footprint at a time, the blood beads were ticking, like a staggered bead curtain, slowly sliding down the corners of her clothes, smashing on the ground, and flowing.

He began to be uncontrollably flustered.

In the evening, the rainstorm stopped, and the sky was yellow, like mottled and worn old pages, with thousands of clouds rising from them. The sunset is in full swing, stretching for thousands of miles, dyed with thick ink and heavy color, coloring the heaven and earth, and soothing the severing beings under the heavy rain.

Eight hours have passed.

The lights outside the operating room were like a little spark guiding the way in the middle of the night, and they suddenly went out. Mu Zicheng heard the small movements in the operating room, pressed the violently tensed nerves, and stood up suddenly, his limbs were a little shaky and loose.

Nie Caidie had been silently accompanying him, holding his body, looking through the two slowly unfolding operating doors, her mind was complicated, and she couldn't breathe.

For so many years, she has always thought that Mu Zicheng is an ironclad man, who does not feel warm and cold, is gentle and polite to everyone, and is cold and guarded to everyone, close at hand, but far away.

For the first time, she saw a fragile and fragile look on his face.

It turns out that there are still women in this world who can pry a gap in his ironclad body.

The surgical cart was covered with snow-white futons, and Shen Yuji was hidden in the quilt, revealing only a face, like the residual snow dyed by the wind on the top of a high mountain, showing a lifeless earthy yellow pale.

Mu Zicheng's heart was cold, and he felt an inexplicable tingling, and he hurriedly ran over a few steps, his emotions surged, and he asked in a low trembling voice, "Is he?" ”

A Western doctor wiped the sweat from his head, folded his hands and prayed, his face full of disbelief and joy, "Thank God for your favor, this young lady's medical skills are simply superb, and several times she has pulled patients back from the gates of hell." ”

Mu Zicheng raised his eyes and looked at the layers of white coats, and the woman standing opposite was drenched in sweat, like a blazing glow that had just been washed out of the storm. She was haggard and tired, without any brilliance, but she had washed away the lead, gentle and calm, and her eyebrows and eyes with a smile never left Shen Yuji.

She had finally snatched him back from the clutches of fate.

She felt as if she had suddenly fallen into a soft cloud, and her feet were swaying and unsteady. The world was spinning, her head was dizzy, and the endless suction in the whirlpool tempted her. She was not flustered or timid, she only closed her eyes heavily, stepped into the starry whirlpool, and let her body drift without asking where she was.

The stone in my heart fell.

She wants to forget about everyone and get a good night's sleep.

After clearing the dense fog, the clouds open and the moon shines. Ping Yan stood outside the incomparably familiar red lacquer gate, and heard the children's voices laughing and chasing in the courtyard, she gently pushed the door open, and a few apricot blossoms flew down to her in the silver moonlight.

In the courtyard, a happy family is chatting in the cool air, the thin and majestic male owner is wiping the tea lid, and the gentle and elegant hostess is coaxing the white and chubby baby in her arms, humming a gentle nursery rhyme. Under the patio, the moon is like a cover, and the apricot blossoms with the branches are in full bloom, like a kind old man with frosty hair, blending with the moonlight, as if it is about to feather and soar.

Two cheerful and jumping figures are like straight fish, running around the apricot blossom tree, round and round, round and round, tireless, like a framed film, not letting Chenguang leave it.

In a few moments, the girl caught up with the boy, and with a little effort, she drove the boy with the whip in her hand, and her smile was as childish as a string of wind chimes hanging under the eaves, and she shouted as she ran, "Horses, run!" Horses run! Horses run! Run to Dongshan to eat grass! Run to the West Mountain to chase the sun! Carry the moon back home! Bring in a big girl! ”

The boy imitated the horse, snorting exaggeratedly, snorting with his heels, and peeking at the girl from time to time, and seeing that the more she laughed, the harder he moved.

The male owner pretended to be serious, came over a few steps and put the dancing girl on his shoulder, and said, "Your brother Shen has recovered from typhoid fever, don't chase after him, let him rest for a while." ”

The boy chased after him, his little face was flushed, he tugged at the man's robe with trepidation, and begged softly: "I want to play with my sister, always, forever together." place

Uncle, can you ...... Can you marry my sister to me....." said solemnly

The pestle of the matter raised three fingers, and Runrun's gaze instantly hardened, "I swear, I will definitely hold my sister in the palm of my hand, always be my sister's horse, and camel the best thing in the world." ”

The girl's smiling face suddenly burst into bright light, waving her hands on the man's shoulders and shouting, "Okay, yes, yes, I'm going to marry Brother Shen, I'm going to sit in Brother Shen's big sedan chair!" I'm going to sit in Brother Shen's big sedan chair! ”

Ping Yan stood quietly outside the door, looking at the joy of family in the courtyard, and those distant and eternal memories were surging.

She took a slow step, only to find that her legs were stiff, the dirt was cracked, and countless poisonous vines that came out of the cracks were zigzag, with scarlet venom and sharp long thorns, crawling all over her entire body in a blink of an eye, strangled and locked, tightened inch by centimeter, and almost exploded in her chest.

There are still people in the yard, broken walls, barren cobwebs, only a dead apricot blossom tree, like an old man who has run out of time, skin and bones, and rickety.

Suddenly, the courtyard was full of white bones, severed heads and limbs, and many blue-gray shriveled shadows were floating around alone, with nowhere to take refuge.

She also saw her father, mother, and the monk's infant brother, burned by the fire to a shelf of incomplete bones.

Fresh blood choked into her eyes, nose and throat, her body was twisted and squeezed and deformed, two miserable white eyes almost jumped out bloody, just staring at the big courtyard full of lonely ghosts and ghosts, tears rolled down, in the constantly fanning lips, whimpering, like a willow flute, one tune and one turn, chilling to the bone.