Murong Qian ignored the nurse's vigilance as if she didn't exist.

Her gaze moved from Murong Ting's pale and handsome face to the position of his left chest, and she looked at it in a daze for a long time, as if she could see the slight undulation of the quilt on his body.

She blinked, then turned and walked inside.

The nurse thought she was acting intimidating, and was relieved to see her head towards the operating room.

Murong Qian lifted the curtain and entered the operating room, the operating light inside had been turned off, and only one wall lamp was turned on, but the white light was bright enough for her to see the situation in the entire operating room.

The furnishings are either silver or white, cold, and the people who look at them are exceptionally cold.

In the middle of the room, on the operating table, which was neither high nor low, lay a man, and his figure was covered with a white cloth.

When Murong Qian saw him, her eyes flowed, she took off her mask, sniffed, and tried to squeeze out a smile before she stepped forward with heavy steps.

She placed the mask she had taken off on the operating table, and slowly lifted the white cloth over his head with both hands.

She saw that his short black hair, plump forehead, inky eyebrows, and a little down, the bridge of his nose was straight, and he had not lost the last touch of pink thin lips.

It was still the same beautiful face with a sick frailty, except that there was a hole in his right temple, the wound had been treated, and the blood had coagulated, but it was still so frightening to look at it, so that she couldn't even lie to herself that he was joking with her.

It's different, even if he used to be sick and weak, his face would still be like the pear blossom white and crystal clear in the sun, but now it is very much like the ice and snow that are beginning to melt, with a sense of weight that he has never had.

It was so overwhelming that she couldn't breathe, but she didn't cry.

Because no matter how much she makes trouble, the starry eyes in front of her can no longer be opened.

"Does it hurt?"

She raised her hand to touch his face, her fingertips seemed to touch the cold jade when she touched him, and the rest of her fingers slowly brushed his cheeks into the hair, only half of her palms were on his cheeks.

She rubbed her thumb back and forth on it, even though it was no longer soft, warm and cold.

But she didn't care, she smiled, it was uglier than crying, but she tried to laugh.

She whispered, "I've come to say goodbye to you, and if you can see it, you'll see me smiling, but you didn't give me that chance, and you left with guilt, only to see my uneasiness and waiting."

But you shouldn't have died like this, and I shouldn't have lived like this, but I accept it because I still have to live. ”

After seeing Murong Qian's previous madness, everyone was worried that she would not be able to bear it after seeing Gu Yunlan.

But Murong Qian was not as grief-stricken as they expected, they didn't know what was going on in the operating room, but since she came out of the operating room at dawn the next day, they hadn't seen her shed a single tear.

She was very quiet, very well-behaved, she couldn't swallow anything, but she would eat, she couldn't sleep, but she would lie down, she kept vigil for him for three days, and watched his funeral procession go away, quietly, without crying or making trouble.

She said that she would go back to the small courtyard at the foot of the mountain to live for a while, and the thin monkey sent her back, and she did the same as when he did, eating three meals a day, teasing cats and dogs, reading books and poems, and raising trees and grass.

It's just that now, he didn't add firewood to cook vegetables, he didn't flip books and recite, and he didn't change his way to laugh and move the mountains and forests.

Everything is the same, but it's all different.

Many people came to see her, as if they were watching the flowers.

Except for her mental malaise, she was as sober and reasonable as no one, so those who came to persuade her had nothing to say in the end except for a helpless sigh.

It's not that she has nothing to say, there are two people who are strangers who came to see her, Nangong Chi and Mrs. Zhao.

She didn't pop out of the cracks in the stones, she has a father and a mother, even if she is no more, she still has a cousin and cousin, so she can indeed call Murong Hai an uncle and Murong Ting a big brother.

On the seventh day, Murong Ting came to see her and said that she could blame him and blame him.

When Wei Ran came to see her, he also said it, Lao Zhang also said it, and many, many people said it.

If Gu Yunlan was still alive, looking at her appearance now, she would definitely say it.

But she really doesn't blame anyone, and no one complains.

Including herself.

She is doing everything as usual, step by step, just to prove that she is okay, she is still her, but everyone doesn't believe it, which shows how bad she is.

She asked Murong Ting, "Who is for whom, and who is sorry for whom?" ”

She replied to Wei Ran, "If you really want to say something, you can rest assured, then I just hope that there will be no second me in this world." ”

He lost his parents when he was young, lived a forbearant life when he was young, and was a young man with a blood feud, and he was trapped all his life and did not get love.

When no one came for a day, Lao Zhang handed her a letter and a brocade box after dinner.

He thanked her, and also told her that he was sorry, thanked her for allowing him to settle down, and apologized for not completing the entrustment in time.

Lao Zhang went back to the house in front, and she was the only one left in the small courtyard, as well as the seventh and fifteenth days of the first month.

After half a year, the vine trellis in the courtyard has been very luxuriant, swaying in the night breeze, very cheerful, not afraid of the sweep of autumn.

The same is true of the full moon in the sky, there is no lack of human figures, and it is exceptionally round, as if it wants to compare the moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

She watched all this coldly, tightened her hand with the letter and the brocade box, walked to the table under the vine trellis, put her things down, turned back to the house and fetched two octagonal palace lamps.

It was during the Lantern Festival, and she did it with Gu Yunlan.

She stepped on a stool and hung them on the vine trellises, illuminating them brightly below.

She went back to the house to get the violin, and a cat and a dog climbed on the table and lay on their stomachs, and stood on the stool with their front legs, cheering her on.

She didn't play a familiar tune, but a song that Gu Yunlan chose before, because she was a newcomer and hadn't practiced for too long, she stumbled a little, but the overall tactfulness was not lost charm.

She thought that if he was there, he would laugh at her.

She thought about the way he spoke, and smiled faintly.

She knew that she was a little stunned, so why bother looking at these things in front of her that were not affected by him, it was not pleasing to the eye.

Trees will grow, the wind will be cool and warm, the moon will be full, and all things in heaven and earth will not remain unchanged because of him.

Only she said to accept it, staying where she was.

After some time, her eyes fell on the letter and brocade box on the table.

What should be faced will eventually be faced, how long can she lie to herself?

She sat down, and by the palace lamp under the moon, she opened the brocade box first, and what contained it was the marriage letter she had written to him in Weimeng Mountain, but it was not a thin piece of paper inside.

I don't know when he framed the tissue paper with brocade silk, and later copied "Only this book proves the covenant between the two", and left the word "the seventh day of the first month" after her signature.

On the seventh day of the first month, she gave the cat and his name.

He was in front of her, from beginning to end, he was only the seventh day of the first month.

She didn't know what kind of mood he felt when he was doing these things alone as the seventh year of junior high school.

In the future, it will never be known.

Looking at this marriage letter, she calmed down for a long time, and she repeatedly told herself that she could, that she could do it, before she opened the letter.

On his letter, he wrote: Seeing words is like meeting, showing the letter and soothing face.

I'm gone, I'm sorry to say goodbye, I know you won't blame me, so you blame me for being so willful?

But I still hope that you can treat me more generously, because my life is terrible, and the only two luck is to meet you, and I can have you with you for months, and I am already satisfied.

I know that you are in a hurry, and I should have gone north with you, but my health is not good and I can't go together, but fortunately, I am still in good health, and it is not yet time for you to work hard.

So I found another place to recuperate, and you can go north with confidence, and I believe that even if I am not with you, you will be able to do well.

However, you must always remember that the Song family is vicious, and its power is intertwined and cannot be shaken overnight, so you can only slowly figure it out, don't rush it, take care of yourself, I will wait for the good news that you will get out of the way.

Finally, I apologize for forcing you to write a marriage letter, I should have returned it earlier, but due to delusion, I have not returned it to you for a long time, and as an apology, I have transferred Sanshui Bank to your name.

In addition, since the end of last year, the three links have been deployed in the capital with all their might, and if you have a place where you can use it, he will drive it by yourself.

Hope to cherish yourself, return as before.

Gu Yunlan's handwritten book is the fifth day of the seventh month.

Murong Qian read it until the end, and he didn't see his so-called second luck, but the word "ben" of "just met you" is a bit strange to write.

If she is as smart as her, what is there not to understand!

Murong Qian thought that her heart was dead and her tears had dried up, but even if she knew that what Gu Yunlan left for her would not be a suicide note, it would be a farewell letter.

She also told herself again and again that she couldn't cry, and she couldn't let him die.

But she finally looked down on herself, and her heart was extremely painful, and after seeing this letter, the emotions that she had controlled well for days instantly went out of control, and her tears burst into tears, and finally she pressed the letter to her heart, crying so much that her liver and intestines were broken.

After that, she fell ill, not too sick, and she was still able to do everything herself.

It will be a month since the disease was completely cured.

During the cold dew, she decided to go north alone, let the thin monkey go to join the army, and left the seventh and fifteenth days of the first month to Lao Zhang to take care of.

She didn't tell anyone else the news, but when she was about to get on the train, Murong Ting, dressed in military uniform, appeared on the platform.

When she saw him, she realized that she was still just hiding her eyes and catching birds, and she was doomed to be in vain.

Tears blurred her vision for a moment, and she finally couldn't help but raise her hand, trembling slightly, when her fingertips touched Murong Ting's left chest, she felt the sudden beating of her heart inside, as if responding to her, before her hand was completely put up, tears burst out of her eyes.

On the platform, Murong Ting stood quietly, looking at her quietly, looking at her sad, but feeling happy, he suddenly understood that he had long since lost the qualifications to keep her.

Even if he has the thing she loves the most in this world.

After a long time, Murong Qian raised her head, her eyes were full of tears, but the corners of her mouth and eyebrows slowly became a smile.

She said, "Thank you, thank you for bringing him to see me off." ”

The hand, little by little, slowly retracted it.

With the roar of the train as it starts, and the curling white mist blown away by the wind, she finally stepped on the train to the north.