The pressure on his lungs was getting stronger and stronger, and he poured a lot of water into the stream almost to the limit, but his vision was still getting blurred and blurred, and the excessive blood loss gradually caused shock, making his vision blurry and blurry, and his limbs seemed to be no longer his own.

It was an unforgettable despair he had felt for many years, a despair that could hardly compete with nature.

His vision became more and more blurred, but Concubine Ye's smiling face involuntarily appeared in front of him.

At this time, what is she doing?

Whether she is wearing pink pajamas, curled up on the sofa like a cat and watching TV, or lying on the same bed with Xiao Tian Hanwen, the three figures dragging their cheeks together and looking at the same storybook, or the children have already slept, she stands in front of the window uneasily, looking at his figure with worry in her eyes.

He can't die, he can't just be buried in this stream that has no fame, and he can't be buried in this green mountains and green waters that he hasn't appreciated well.

What's more, he hasn't had time to tell her yet, he likes to see her shrink on top of him, because he can always see a piece of spring light when he looks down, and he hasn't had time to tell her that Xiao Tian and Han Wen don't like to listen to boring stories like tortoise and rabbit races at all, Xiao Tian likes to hear the origin of the universe, Han Wen likes to listen to ghost stories, he doesn't seem to tell her, he always arrives home half an hour later than the promised time, just because he likes to see her standing in front of the window anxiously waiting for him.

Concubine, I'm not bad.

I seem to have been a jerk all along, but jerks are good too, right?

I don't know from which day on, you have become my world, those most prosaic, simple and even somewhat boring days, but they have become the warmth that binds me in this life.

Su Mohan slowly opened his eyes, and a teardrop rolled down from the corner of his eye.

It turns out that he is just an ordinary man, he is also afraid of death, he is afraid that she will be bullied alone with a child, he is afraid that there will be another man to protect her instead of him, he is afraid that there will be a **** who will fall in love with someone else, and he is afraid that there will be no shadow of him in the rest of her life.

Or, if he dies, she will be sad and sad.

Will she cry until she faints? Will you be stubborn and wait forever? Will you scold him for being a bastard......

The wind was raging, whimpering, and the torrential rain was pouring down, disturbing the tranquility of the mountain.

A thick tree trunk on the shore was lifted by the roots, and in an instant it plunged into the stream, submerged into the whirlpool, and rampaged.

In his increasingly blurred vision, a thick tree trunk swept towards him, slamming down, Su Mohan's pupils shrank, and instead of dodging, the trunk hit his waist heavily.

A mouthful of blood gushed out, but at this moment, he hugged the thick trunk tightly.

The trunk is slightly thicker, and it is impossible to wrap around one person.

Damn, don't wait to die!

Su Mohan took a mouthful of blood in the water, reached out and tore off the tie around his neck, tied his two hands tightly together, and the whole person continued to rise and fall with the trunk, and finally surfaced.

Later, the back of his head hit a stone again, and he didn't know how many cuts were cut by the rubble, and he completely fainted in the undulating waves.

He doesn't remember what happened next, only that his little woman could wait until he came home.

I was in a coma for I don't know how long, but when I woke up, he was already on the shore, as if he had been evacuated, his arms, legs, and hands could hardly move, and even his fingers had lost their original role.