He suddenly grabbed Shen Yue's hand again, and when he raised his head, his eyebrows and eyes were gloomy and fierce, and he roared out in a suppressed voice: "If you really treat me as a brother, don't do this anymore to make me worry about it." ”

He was so hard that he almost crushed Shen Yue's fingers, but I don't know how long it took, he suddenly opened his hand again, and slowly hugged the thin person.

The head was buried in her collarbone, the tall body trembled slightly, and Shen Yue felt a burst of wetness at her collarbone.

He was already so frightened by that scene that he was about to collapse, it was a pleading, it was pain.

"Live well, don't leave me ......"

He always seemed invincible, but now, he didn't care about his face at all, just repeated the plea over and over again.

"It'll be fine, Shen Yue."

"I beg you, don't give up, okay."

His strong arms clasped Shen Yue's waist stiffly, but they didn't make people feel the slightest bit strong.

Praying bitterly, begging the woman not to give up.

So humble, so distressing.

Shen Yue's eyelashes trembled, and a teardrop rolled down, along her snow-white cheeks, and slid over her jaw, she was stunned, and her heart hurt terribly.

She really felt tired of living, and maybe death was a relief.

Whether it's for her or for Zhang Cong.

It's just that Zhang Cong is a fool.

But I can't bear it.

Lowered her thick and slender eyelashes, a crystal teardrop fell on them.

Her voice was gentle, "Good. ”

——

After staying in the hospital for a long time, his mental state will become weaker and weaker, so when Shen Yue's physical condition is stable, he proposed to be discharged, and the doctor approved it.

Because the apartment had not been moved in for a long time, it had fallen a layer of dust, so Shen Yue sat on the clean sofa and quietly watched the man clean.

Shen Yue's life is very leisurely, most of the time is sleeping, or staring at a certain place in a daze, only when Zhang Cong is by his side will his mental condition be a little better.

Zhang Cong is engaged in real estate, and he has saved a lot of savings over the years, he has pushed all his work and taken care of Shen Yue wholeheartedly.

On this day, Zhang Cong was going to the supermarket to buy some daily necessities, and Shen Yue just woke up at that time, so he said that he would go with him.

The wind outside was strong, and Zhang Cong was a little hesitant, he was afraid that Shen Yue would catch a cold.

But when Shen Yue looked at him quietly with those dark and moist eyes, he had no choice but to refuse, so he had no choice but to agree.

After eating in the evening, Zhang Cong packed up his things and led Shen Yue out.

The supermarket is close to the apartment, almost ten minutes back and forth.

The winter night is coming fast, the moon is already out, the branches are blowing and tufting, and the roadside lights are bright.

Shen Yue was wearing a beanie, a loose white down jacket, and a white scarf, and half of her face was buried in it.

Because of the loss of protein in her body and severe anemia, she has visibly lost a lot of weight, and her long and silky hair has grown a little, lazily draped, lining that face is extraordinarily pale and sickly, small and delicate.

Her fingers were very cold, and Zhang Cong didn't warm her hands for a long time.

Zhang Cong's palms were very hot, and he was a little nervous, "Is it cold or not?" Why don't you go and take a break? ”

It had only been five minutes since she went out, Shen Yue pursed her lips and smiled, the pear vortex was shallow, her eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, and the breath she exhaled was full of white mist, "Brother, I'm not tired, and I'm not cold." ”

Zhang Cong was still not at ease, and even regretted that he had a soft heart and brought the woman out.

Because it was already a little late, there were not many people in the supermarket, but the heating inside was turned on enough, Zhang Cong touched the woman's face, it was not so cold, and the originally pale face became ruddy.

Zhang Cong pushed a shopping cart full of fruits and vegetables that were supplemented with protein and vitamins, and bought some daily necessities.

Maybe it's because I've been staying at home and haven't come out for a long time, Zhang Cong can obviously feel that Shen Yue is in a very good mood and looks very energetic.

Passing by the daily necessities market, Shen Yue walked around and finally stopped at the place where gloves were sold.

Gloves are a must-have, and this year's temperature is very low, so everyone has to be fully armed when they go out.

Shen Yue carefully and carefully selected a pair of gloves, pure black, with a cute and honest brown bear embroidered on it, her eyes were bright, looking at the man.

"Do you think this glove looks good?"

Zhang Cong said without hesitation: "It's good-looking." ”

After Shen Yue got the answer, he took the man's hand and put it on for him.

Perhaps because of the excessive farm work, the man's fingers are very rough, and there is a thick layer of calluses on the tips of the fingers, and in winter, the hands are dry and cracked, and they are not particular, and they all have frostbite.

Shen Yue lowered his head to help the man put on his gloves, his hair hung down slightly, and his long eyelashes like crow feathers drooped lightly, falling on his pale cheeks and casting two graceful silhouettes.

"Brother, don't keep talking about me, look at yourself, your hands are frozen, don't take your body seriously."

Her voice was very soft, very soft, with a soft glutinous smell of Jiangnan, which was worried and distressed.

Zhang Cong couldn't help but feel a warm current in his heart when he listened, such an atmosphere was too beautiful, like a dream, which made people can't bear to break it.

The Adam's apple rolled twice, and under the hard eyebrows was simply shy and shy, he was a little at a loss, like a stunned young man.

——

After shopping in the supermarket, they were already walking at the door, and Shen Yue said that he wanted to eat sweet potatoes.

There were many people around the sweet potato stall, and Zhang Cong asked Shen Yue to go to the nearest flower shop next to him and wait.

There were not many people in the flower shop, so Shen Yue sat on the side, the wall was glass, and she could see the scene outside.

There was a crisp sound from the wind chimes, someone pushed the door open and came in, Shen Yue subconsciously raised his head, and then, he saw Qi Rui.

Sometimes fate is so wonderful.

Qi Rui was wearing a black suit, with a coat on the outside, broad shoulders, a slender and straight figure, an indifferent expression, and clear eyebrows and eyes.

He was intently selecting the flowers, and the owner of the flower shop introduced them to him, his slender fingers occasionally touching the delicate petals, or leaning over to smell them.

Who do you want to give the flowers to?

Tong Xue?

Qi Rui also gave her flowers, which were wild flowers on the mountain, tied into a bunch, colorful, very good-looking, and particularly fragrant, but the smile on the young man's face at that time was even more beautiful than the flower, it was so bright and vivid.

Shen Yue looked at him and silently read Qi Rui's name in his heart.

Then, suddenly, she saw the ring on the man's middle finger, which reflected in the light, almost dazzling.

Her heart ached violently.

Qi Rui had been picking flowers seriously, completely ignoring the surrounding scenes.

The wind chimes rang again, and another face suddenly appeared in sight, it was Tong Xue.