Mu Zhihan: "No. ”

Ruan Mianmian looked at him in disbelief: "Really? ”

Mu Zhihan wiped the juice from the corner of her mouth with a tissue, and said calmly, "Hmm." ”

With his status, he is not directly on the bar with a little star.

But he has a lot of people under his hands.

There are many things that he doesn't have to do, and naturally someone will help him solve them.

The same is true of Zhen Meihua's affairs.

Mu Zhihan didn't say it, because he didn't want to tell Mianmian about these dark things, she was sick now, and the most important thing was to recuperate with peace of mind.

Ruan Mianmian shook his phone at him: "Let's take a group photo, shall we?" ”

Mu Zhihan wiped his fingers clean: "Hmm." ”

He sat down next to Ruan Mianmian, who leaned on him, his face on his shoulder, smiling brightly.

Press the shutter button.

This scene was photographed.

Ruan Mianmian looked down at the photo and muttered, "Why don't you smile?" You know that you pretend to be cool with a straight face, as if the whole world owes you a million. ”

Mu Zhihan rarely takes pictures, let alone smiles at them.

That's stupid.

But under the continuous soft grinding and hard bubbles, he finally faced the camera and showed a very light and shallow smile.

Ruan Mianmian held her mobile phone and commented: "You still look better when you smile." ”

Mu Zhihan glanced at the time and reminded, "I'm going to get ready for chemotherapy." ”

If you are undergoing chemotherapy, you can't wear makeup.

finally drew such a beautiful makeup, Ruan Mianmian was reluctant to remove the makeup, she stuffed the mobile phone into Mu Zhihan's hand and said, "You take a picture of me, you have to take it beautifully." ”

Mu Zhihan picked up his mobile phone and pointed the camera at her face.

Ruan Mianmian's eyes crooked with a smile.

Mu Zhihan took several photos in a row.

He picked out the photo and showed it to Ruan Mianmian.

Ruan Mianmian chose the most satisfactory photo from it and said happily: "In the future, when I die, you will use this photo to make a posthumous portrait for me, the black and white photo is too ugly, I want it in color!" ”

Mu Zhihan said: "Don't talk nonsense, you won't die." ”

Ruan Mianmian: "People will be born, old, sick and die, I have already seen it." ”

She saw it, but he couldn't.

He will never be able to see it.

The nurse walked in: "Miss Xu, it's time for chemotherapy." ”

"Oh."

Ruan Mianmian hurriedly put down her mobile phone, and after removing her makeup, she was sent to the chemotherapy room.

Time passed.

Mu Zhihan used his contacts in all walks of life to invite all the well-known oncologists in China to see Mianmian, and he held more than a dozen expert talks alone.

But Ruan Mianmian's body is still getting weaker and weaker day by day.

She couldn't even stand on her feet, she had to use a wheelchair to go out, and she had to be held even to go to the toilet.

The food that used to be a great attraction for her has lost its charm now.

Mu Zhihan tried his best to feed her.

It's a pity that it didn't work.

Her appetite is getting worse and worse, and she eats less and less.

There are plenty of leftovers from every meal.

She said it couldn't be wasted.

Mu Zhihan was expressionless every time, eating all the meals she couldn't finish in one bite.

At night, he slept beside Ruan Mianmian, holding her carefully.

She's so skinny.

The little one, held in his arms, is like a kitten.

It's a worry that she'll lose her breath at any moment.

Mu Zhihan is often woken up by nightmares.

In his dreams, he saw Mianmian dying.

The grief was so piercing that he could barely breathe.

He woke up from his dream in pain and saw the woman who was still sleeping beside him, and in addition to rejoicing, he was even more panicked and helpless.

He had used everything he could think of.

But it still can't stop the worsening of the disease.

can't get Mianmian out of the torment of illness.

He could only watch.

Watch her lose weight day by day.

Watch her get closer and closer to death.

He used to think he could do anything, and it was only now that he realized how arrogant he was.

He can always turn his hands into clouds and rain in this world.

But he couldn't fight against death.

Mu Zhihan lowered his head, and kissed her forehead gently with a full panic.

"Lingering ......"

With the decrease in appetite, Ruan Mianmian gradually became difficult to even drink water, and could only rely on glucose every day to maintain the body's most basic nutritional needs.

"The tumor has spread throughout her body, and she is likely to be blind or even paralyzed...... You have to be mentally prepared, and if the patient has any wishes that have not been fulfilled, try your best to help her fulfill them while she can still see them. ”

Mu Zhihan did not speak.

The doctor sighed and turned to leave.

Mu Zhihan leaned against the wall at the door of the ward and took out his cigarette case.

Mu Zhihan hasn't smoked since Mianmian was diagnosed with a brain tumor, but this time he really couldn't help it.

He felt uncomfortable and urgently needed nicotine to relieve it.

As soon as Mu Zhihan took out the cigarette, he remembered that this was a hospital, and Mianmian was a patient, so he couldn't smell the smoke.

He walked out of the inpatient building with a cigarette case and sat alone on a bench in the small garden.

I lit a cigarette and smoked vigorously.

By the time Mingkun found him, he had already finished smoking a box of cigarettes.

Seeing the cigarette butts in one place, Mingkun couldn't help but persuade loudly: "Boss, forget it, life and death are fateful." ”

Mu Zhihan pinched the corners of his forehead that was faintly painful, and smiled helplessly: "I can't live without her." ”

Some people say that there is no one in this world who cannot live without them.

In fact, he couldn't live without Xu Mianmian.

He needed her.

Just as people need oxygen, they need her.

Mingkun was stunned.

He didn't expect the boss, who had never taken human life seriously, to say such a thing.

When Mu Zhihan returned to the ward, Ruan Mianmian was using his mobile phone to scroll through Weibo.

She saw Mu Zhihan walk in, and said with a smile: "Lan Xuan and Wei Xun's movie has been filmed, and it will be released next week." ”

Mu Zhihan didn't care about what she asked about Wei now.

Now as long as she's happy, she can do anything.

Mu Zhihan walked over, helped her lift the quilt up, and said softly, "Do you want to see it?" ”

Ruan Mianmian: "Yes, but I can't go out." ”

"I'll show you."

Ruan Mianmian's eyes lit up all of a sudden: "Really? ”

Mu Zhihan: "Hmm. ”

With his promise, Ruan Mianmian was in a good mood in the next few days, and even the doctor praised her for looking better.

Soon it was time for the premiere of the film.

Mu Zhihan picked Ruan Mianmian into the car and took her to the cinema.

In the spacious and comfortable VIP room, Mu Zhihan gently put Mianmian into the sofa and covered her with a soft blanket.

He sat down next to him and held her hand: "Want to have a drink?" ”

Ruan Mianmian shook her head: "No appetite." ”

Mu Zhihan lowered his head and kissed the back of her hand, without saying anything more.

The movie started quickly.

This is a very typical romance literary film, with warm light and shadow, and light music.

From acquaintance to love, the whole process is too beautiful to be true.

The helplessness of reality forced them to separate.

The male protagonist went away, and love was divided into two halves.

No matter how fierce the love is, it can't stop the flushing of time.

"Break up, don't wait for me any longer." The male protagonist said to the lover on the other end of the phone.

In the cold winter of heavy snowfall, the heroine stood in the phone booth, holding the phone and crying to tears.

She wasn't afraid to wait, what she was afraid of was that he would let go first.

At the end of the movie, many years later, the male protagonist returned home.

He waited by the lake where he had his first date with the heroine.

But he never waited for the person he loved.

Someone sent a letter.

The letter was written by the heroine on her deathbed.

She said that God gave us the opportunity to fall in love, but did not give us time to grow old together.

I'm sorry, but I can only accompany you here......