(Well, in fact, yes, there's something to come.) ）

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A song once regretted the weak waterfront

The two places are lovesick and not drunk before the flowers

Three cut peach blossoms with the flowing water

Four o'clock is not seen, five deeper, dripping and leaking

In June, the wind passed through the veins, but the veins were light and cold

The seven-string is difficult to play, and the heart of the green Qiqin has changed

Eight lines who write Sauvignon Blanc, don't see each other

Nine miles of distant mountains and ten miles of pavilions are dissatisfied

The mirror should be missing, like the moon falling between the clouds

Zhu Xian was not broken, and the five-color Ling Su Qingyu case was intermittent

The morning dew and the night were also broken from it

Fang Shi once stopped stealing the old day today

The green silk wrapped in the snow and said goodbye to a twilight year

As when we first met, we were in the mirror, and our minds were scattered

Jinshui grows on the edge of the world of soup soup and Junjue

A common lamp is still the fate of the piano

I wish to hold hands with one heart and sing with you at the end of the world

The white head is inseparable from the fate of the first line of the third world

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A song "Baitou Yin" floated into his ears, and Jing Qingran could feel that he was awake.

She opened her eyes slightly, her whole body was in severe pain, as if she was soaking in water until she cramped, her skin was all swollen, her brain was blank, she turned her head slightly, her brain seemed to open the floodgates of memory, the past was past, and scenes came to mind.

She remembered that she jumped off the cliff and fell into the boiling river with Mu Zhengchen, and the two of them held hands, interlocked their fingers, and drowned in the river.

Where is this? Am I not dead? The light is so dazzling, what about Xianggong? Where is he?

One question after another popped out of Jing Qingran's mind, her hand subconsciously touched to her side, but no one could touch anyone, that man, she remembered, she and he had been together, the two of them held each other's hands, and never let go.

Even if the two of them sank to the bottom of the river together, they didn't let go of each other's hands.

Now, Jing Qingran's right hand is empty, and there is nothing.

Xianggong, where are you? I remember you, but it's too late. Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes.

Yes, she remembered the moment he fell, he fell off the cliff, she jumped down and followed him, and both of them fell off the cliff and drowned in the river.

She remembered him less than three seconds before the two of them fell off a cliff and drowned.

What's the use, you can't stay together, at this moment, Jing Qingran can't find him.

Jing Qingran's eyes have been completely opened, and her eyes are slowly adjusting to the light here.

Where is this? There were doors, windows, electric lights, the sound of machines rattling, and the familiar sound of footsteps.

Jing Qingran has listened to this footstep for more than 20 years, and he will not hear it wrong.

Mom?

Soon, the door was pushed open from the outside.

Walking in was a female doctor in a white lab coat, she was in her forties, a fair face was amiable, short black hair hung down her shoulders, the white coat was spotless by the dust she was wearing, and she still held a medical record book in her arms.

The female doctor saw the appearance of the woman on the hospital bed opening her eyes, her whole body was stunned in place, and the next moment, the medical record book in her hand fell to the ground, she didn't care about picking it up, and ran straight to the bed, looking at Jing Qingran with motherly caring eyes.

"Yes...... You...... You're awake. The female doctor covered her mouth with her hands and leaned over to look at Jing Qingran, tears falling from her eyes.

Jing Qingran was in a coma for three months, and she didn't know what was going on, she was in shock like this, lying in bed like a vegetative person, unable to wake up, unable to move, unable to eat, and only by giving her nutrient solution could she barely live.

(I just want to say that once you enter the yamen, it is as deep as the sea, and from then on you are a passerby.) If you don't like it, don't spray. ）