Shen Yue lowered his eyes, his eyelashes were as long as the afterimage of a butterfly, "...... Brother, I know. ”

There was very little expression on the man's face, his dark eyes were like a dark abyss, and he was short of breath.

Contrary to his appearance, his heart was beating wildly, as if it were emitting a load rate of emotion.

He didn't speak, his nose was high, gloomy and cold.

Sometimes, the dead aura emanating from his body was thicker than that of Shen Yue, a terminally ill patient.

Zhang Cong is like this, he is not very good at speaking, and he doesn't understand anything about rhetoric, all he pays is action, and he proves it with practice.

has been paying silently.

Just like he said.

Brother is here.

It's always going to be there.

This feeling is really sad, Shen Yue has no way to say anything to refuse, her heart seems to be washed by the big waves, warm and sour, her voice is a little shaky, she can't hold back, she doesn't cry.

"Brother."

Zhang Cong was silent, her eyebrows and eyes drooped slightly, and her tone was extraordinarily soft, as if she was afraid of scaring her, "I'm here." ”

"Can I kiss you?"

The man was stunned, his pupils dilated slightly, and his breathing stagnated.

Shen Yue was smiling, her face was very white, her lips were very bright, and her tone was incredibly gentle, as if she was coquettish, "Brother, kiss me." ”

She turned her face sideways, and her plump and beautiful lips seemed to be asking for a kiss, because of the fierce bite just now, it was already red and swollen to erosion, very fragrant and soft.

There was a smile in the dark and moist eyes, dotted with fine starlight, flowing like a galaxy.

Zhang Cong's clenched bones were pale because of the exertion, he clenched his teeth tightly, and gasped violently for a few times before suppressing the sourness that spread from the bottom of his heart.

No one knows how long he waited for this sentence, and the scene that he had seen countless times in his dreams was right in front of him.

It's wonderful.

It's like a bubble that doesn't even need to be punctured and disappears on its own.

He spoke slowly and astringently: "I love you." ”

Shen Yue knew, looking up, his eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and a faint flush appeared on his pale face, like a sunset in the sky, tears wet his eyelashes, Zhang Cong lowered his head, wiped away those tears with his rough clothes on his fingertips, and gently stroked his eyelashes.

He may have confessed to someone for the first time, and he was not very skilled, but after he said it, the rest of the words became extraordinarily smooth.

The voice suddenly lowered, and the voice was hoarse like grit, "I really love it." ”

As he spoke, his eyes reddened.

Shen Yue was still the first time to see the person who confessed, but he was still a man of 1.9 meters, how could he be like a child.

Even the pale one was bloodless, but her lips were still bright red, her eyes were crooked, and her voice was soft, "Well, I know." ”

Her voice has always been gentle, like a white cloud in the blue sky, soft and ethereal.

The man smiled more ugly than crying, then lowered his head and kissed him again.

This kiss was very gentle, gentle, lingering and compassionate, Shen Yue's occasional response made Zhang Cong lose her sense of proportion, and slowly became fierce, the force seemed to want to swallow her into her belly, chew it carefully, and melt into one.

With a cry of despair, a silent collapse.

She was slowly falling into the abyss, and Zhang Cong was watching clearly from the side, going crazy and trying to stop it, but even if she tried her best, it was useless.

Zhang Cong watched her death with his own eyes.

——

The sun had not yet risen, and the light was dim.

Shen Yue was out of breath because of the lack of oxygen, and her face was so pale that she couldn't speak.

Doctors and nurses hurried over and finished the preliminary examination.

Shen Yue was lying on the hospital bed, wearing an oxygen mask, covered with a faint white mist.

She was so thin, her chest didn't rise and fall obviously, and she seemed to calm down at any moment.

The electrocardiogram (ECG) emitted a ticking sound, like the call of death in the quiet hospital room.

The sun rises and sets again.

Shen Yue woke up, her brain was dizzy, she blinked her eyes, and looked to the side with difficulty.

Zhang Cong didn't know how long he had been sitting in the dark, he was still wearing yesterday's clothes, messy and messy, and his whole person's breath looked a little unstable.

It seemed that he felt Shen Yue's gaze, and in the darkness, he looked over.

The two men were silent.

The sound of medical equipment dripping is really irritating.

Zhang Cong didn't sleep all night, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"You've been sleeping for two days."

The voice was hoarse, as if it had water vapor in it.

The curtains are not drawn, and there is a chance that the light will shine in.

It fell on his angular face, and he was in the shadows, half of his face was shining, half light and half dark, and he couldn't see his expression.

Shen Yue's mind was blank, "Have I slept for so long?" ”

"From sleeping the night before until now." Zhang Cong came to Shen Yue's side and buried his face in her hand.

Shen Yue closed his eyes and slowed down for a moment, then struggled again, and suddenly asked, "What time is it today?" ”

Zhang Cong took out his mobile phone and looked at it, and reported a string of calendars, "What's wrong?" ”

Shen Yue touched the man's somewhat stiff short hair, and said softly: "In two days, it will be Qi Rui's wedding day, and then let's wrap a red envelope." ”

It is said that a man's hair cannot be easily touched, and Zhang Cong also stretched his head over to rub the woman's delicate and soft palm.

The voice is low, just like chatting about ordinary family life: "Okay, how many red envelopes do you say?" ”

Shen Yue thought for a while, "You don't need too much, your mind is the most important." ”

Zhang Cong said softly: "Okay." ”

As if sensing that the man's mood was too low, Shen Yue pinched his earlobe, and his tone pretended to be relaxed, "What's wrong?" Aren't I glad I'm awake? ”

Zhang Cong's breath was a little unstable, "Happy ......"

The knuckles of the fist on his knees turned white, his chest was tumbling with emotion, and the wet liquid flooded into his eyes, and he hurriedly pretended to wipe it inadvertently on the hospital bed.

The low, hoarse voice seemed to be calm in the dark, "It's just that you've slept for too long, and you've waited a little long." ”

Shen Yue thought, this fool wouldn't just stay in this ward for two days.

She didn't ask, because she already knew the answer in her heart.

With an oxygen mask on his face, Shen Yue had some difficulty speaking, "Brother, turn on the lights." ”

Zhang Cong couldn't open it, and he didn't even dare to look up, for fear that Shen Yue would see him crying with tears streaming down his face, gritting his teeth, and twisting his cry.

Shen Yue had no choice but to raise her hand with difficulty to touch the man's face, but soon her wrist was grabbed, and the other party seemed to be uncontrollable, her chest rose and fell violently, and finally leaned down and hugged her tightly.

"Does it still hurt today?"

He asked.

Shen Yue's chin rested on his shoulder and lied, "It doesn't hurt." ”

The man's arms were slowly retracted, and Shen Yue's bones were hurting, but she didn't say anything.

"Shen Yue, he likes someone else, don't like him, okay?"

Shen Yue was stunned, and only after half a beat did he react to who he was referring to in Zhang Cong's mouth, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he sighed, "Okay." ”

After a while, Shen Yue gradually felt a moist sensation in his shoulders pass through the thin fabric to his skin.

Then came the muffled voice of a man.

"It's okay to like me."

His voice was a little choked.

Shen Yue raised his hand and patted his back gently, only to find that the man was a little trembling.

The dumb voice said, "Okay." ”

"Shall we get married?"

"Okay."

As if he couldn't hold it back any longer, the man let out an extremely suppressed sob, which sounded extremely painful.

Zhang Cong didn't believe in gods and Buddhas, but now he prayed in his heart, begging for the mercy of the gods.

The gods are above, Xu Shenyue is in good health, and he is willing to give everything, even if it is his life.

Please don't take him with her.

——

The bells ring on Christmas Eve.