The night breeze is quiet, and the moon and stars are scarce.

Under the same bright moon, there are very different lives.

The bright moon has passed in a thousand ways, and people's hearts are difficult to be as yesterday.

People are subject to change, some people choose to change their environment, and some people are changed by their environment. Many things need to be precipitated over the years before they gradually become clear. The past self may not be the real self, but one day I see myself clearly, but I don't want to admit that it is me.

People always like to judge life by negation and affirmation, but don't you know that life never needs to be defined by these two extreme words. Infinitely entangled in the barrier of "yes or no", life loses the colorful colors and infinite possibilities it should have, and gradually falls into the desperate situation of being cocooned and drawing the ground as a prison.

That's how He Yi'an!

Since a sudden accident, all the ambitions and ambitions have been burned, and they are stuck in the lowest position and cannot break free, after spending a melancholy time when they can only be sad and sad with a strong smile, but they can't complain to Cheng Jiangshui.

That trace of decadence accumulated like a spring silkworm cocoon, completely wrapped it firmly, and became the true color of his current life, and it is difficult to see the high-spirited and high-spirited He Yi'an at the beginning.

Under the cold moonlight, Cheng Jiangshui dragged his tired body back to the archive dormitory, gently pushed open the door, and watched He Yi'an lazily walking on the bed, holding an unknown book in his hand, but his eyes seemed to wander away.

Cheng Jiangshui's heart darkened, and he stepped forward and asked in surprise: "Yi'an, are you here, didn't you say that you are on the night shift tonight?" ”

"Oh, I did a shift with someone." He Yi'an didn't even raise his eyelids.

Cheng Jiangshui pursed his lips and asked with concern: "Seeing that you are not energetic, what's wrong, are you too busy with work?" ”

He Yi'an shook the book in his hand, revealing a self-deprecating wry smile, and his words were a little lonely: "I also want to pretend to be busy, but what kind of work can keep me busy here?" It's boring! ”

Cheng Jiangshui frowned tightly, his curved eyebrows and plump cheeks were full of sorrow that could not be dissolved, and he sat on the edge of the bed with a light lotus step, looked at He Yi'an with a gloomy face with pity, and comforted: "Yi'an, you can't go on like this, you need to cheer up." ”

He Yi'an pursed his lips and said disapprerovingly: "What can I do if I cheer up, it's not that I'm stuck in this archive and have nothing to do, there used to be Director Zhang who could count on help, but now, hey, hey......"

Cheng Jiangshui's heart trembled, and he hurriedly asked, "Curator, what's wrong with him?" ”

He Yi'an lowered his head gloomily and said with a bitter face: "A few days ago, I was diagnosed with stomach cancer and was hospitalized, so it seems that I am going to retire early." ”

Cheng Jiangshui asked in a panic, "How can this be?" Have you been there? ”

He Yi'an nodded lightly: "Well, I've been there!" ”

Cheng Jiangshui's pretty cheeks clenched, and he muttered: "Director Zhang is a good person, he is so important to you, but I didn't expect it to be like this...... Yi'an, do you have any plans? ”

He Yi'an leaned on the edge of the bed and said gloomily: "What else can I plan, let's take a step and see a step." ”

Seeing her husband languishing as always, Cheng Jiangshui bit her lip while worrying, as if she had made a very difficult decision: "Or ...... According to what my mother said, you can go back to Lanzhou. It's better to have at least a career than to stay here. ”

"I'm conflicted right now, too!"

He Yixin waved his hand annoyedly, with a gloomy face, and asked angrily: "I'm going back to Lanzhou, what can you do, can you go with me?" ”

Cheng Jiangshui lowered his head and sighed helplessly: "Yi'an, you know the situation at home. Today, Jiang Hai also told me that he is going to work in the winery after graduating from vocational high school, and it doesn't matter whether there is a corresponding type of work, as long as he is close to home and convenient to take care of his mother. The rivers and seas are like this, and the rivers are like this, all trying to free me. Jiang Hai also said, let's have children who should have children, don't have so many worries. Is it possible to be careless? ”

"Damn's illness can't leave people, feeding medicine and defecation have to have a medical common sense to do it, even if the rivers and rivers and seas do their best, but what can't be done can't be done after all. You say, how can I get away with such a situation? ”

Although he had known Cheng Jiangshui's answer for a long time, he could say it again, and He Yixin's avatar blocked a thousand-pound boulder, which made him breathless: "Okay, you don't have to say it, I know it's like this!" ”

Looking at He Yixin's disheartened appearance, Cheng Jiangshui's eyes were suddenly foggy, and he forcibly endured the sourness in his heart, and pleaded softly: "Yi'an, maybe I'm too selfish, can you be considerate and considerate of me?" ”

Cheng Jiangshui didn't say that it was okay, but hearing this kind of cookie-cutter explanation, He Yi'an suddenly couldn't restrain the irritability and depression that had accumulated in his heart, and shouted in a loud voice: "Yes, considerate, considerate, but have you ever been considerate of me?" Look at what we are in right now! I've been married for almost four years, I don't have children, I have a house like this, not to mention any career ideals, when will this kind of day be a head. ”

Listening to He Yi'an's endless chatter gushing out of grievances, Cheng Jiangshui was stunned for a moment, panicked in his heart, and his voice trembled involuntarily: "Yi'an, you...... Do you regret it? ”

He Yi'an lowered his head, his fingers were inserted into his hair painfully and pulled hard, and he muttered painfully: "I don't know, I really don't know......"

Cheng Jiangshui hurriedly stepped forward, took He Yi'an's hand, and comforted him softly: "Yi'an, if we insist on it, maybe...... Maybe it will get better. ”

He Yi'an's gloomy face showed a sad smile: "Forget it, stop deceiving yourself, everyone knows about Damn's disease, and it is impossible to improve!" ”

"You!"

Cheng Jiangshui's eyes widened, and he looked at He Yi'an, who didn't look over, in disbelief: "You...... How can you say such a thing! Didn't you also say that you will never give up? ”

He Yi'an turned his head and said dejectedly: "But the reality is like this, you are studying medicine, you tell me, can my mother wake up one day?" If we can't wake up, do we still have to grit our teeth and maintain this status quo? Do you want me to wait until I reach middle age to have children, talk about work, and have a family? ”

Listening to He Yi'an's gushing complaints, Cheng Jiangshui seemed to be deeply pierced through the atrium by a cold steel needle.

Who is He Yi'an? That's Li Xiulan's child who has been pulling since she was a child.

But why, why do you start to dislike your helpless mother on the hospital bed just because of your career failure, is it really that there is no filial son in front of the bed for a long time?

Cheng Jiangshui burst into tears, which were cold tears, tears of disappointment, across his cheeks, dripping into his heart, and even his words became cold: "No matter what, I will never give up." ”

"You!"

Looking at his wife's lonely cheeks, He Yi'an suddenly felt endless turmoil, and waved his hand irritably: "Hey, forget it, just when we don't say anything, I don't want to quarrel with you, I'll go to sleep in the duty room!" ”

After speaking, He Yi'an picked up his coat and turned his head and walked out of the door, over the years, disputes gradually began to arise between husband and wife, who were originally harmonious and respectful. But no matter how much he quarreled, He Yi'an had never left Cheng Jiangshui alone.

This is the first time, and perhaps a beginning, a heart-wrenching beginning.

Cheng Jiangshui held on to her stiff body and didn't fall down, just waiting for the door to slam shut, her tears poured down wildly, and she fell on the bed sadly, covering her lips with the futon, not letting the sad cry come out, but the continuous tears wet the quilt after a while......

Is love fragile? Is family love eternal?

I can't seem to give a positive answer!