Outside the window, it is the white expanse, and it is the season of snow again.

The flower garden in front of the Rongjia Western-style Building, a piece of Yanyan, because it has just rained and snowed, there are still raindrops, and the raindrops have turned into ice particles, which is very cold

He lay on the bed, his condition getting worse and worse, and he seemed to smell the familiar fragrance of dreams and the scent of ink from books.

Yes, he had a lot of papers and books in his bedside table, and it was normal to smell ink, but what did she smell?

He felt his heart pounding, beating faster and faster, and the blood in his body kept flowing.

"Graceful!"

He reached out and took her hand, despite his prick.

The blood flowed backwards, going up the thin tube of the sling, and it was very scary.

She sat on the edge of the bed and patted his hand.

"You put it down first, the needle is bleeding!"

He didn't blink his eyes, for fear that it would be another dream in the blink of an eye, "You've finally come to see me!"

Seeing him say this, her eyes turned red, she was cruel to him, she didn't want to see him, she wanted to let go of the past.

But when she heard that he was going to die, she thought of going to see her cousin a few days ago, and her cousin took her hand and looked sadly in the direction of the Duan family.

"Xianya, he's gone, and every spring thereafter is gone, and I can't even breathe under the same sky in the same city as him! ”

My cousin had tears in her eyes.

Xianya came back to her senses and looked at Rong Minghui, it was so strange, she was going to hate him and play with his feelings.

But why did the sour feeling in her heart linger in her heart, and she couldn't leave for a long time, not only did she not leave, but she also controlled her to death, making her want to cry and cry.

Everything seems to be emerging, the first time we meet, she likes him so she just wants to play with him, the second time we meet, she likes him, she still wants to play with him, the third time she likes him, she still wants to play with him.......

Later, he also fell in love with her, and the two also had days of mixing oil in honey, and everything was staged scene by scene.

She didn't know why, just tears, tears, looking at his pale cheeks and tears, the past seemed to have turned into a hot tear in the face of death.

She seems to feel sorry for him? No, no, how can she feel sorry for someone she hates? What about someone she hates?

But do you need a reason to feel sorry for someone?

Like, there is no need for a reason.

The weather was cold, and the trees in Rong's home became like dead trees, and Ai Ai was like a lonely and withered person.

Occasionally, a cold wind blows the only gray and yellow dead leaf on the tree to the ground, and it will not take long for it to turn into ash and mud.

The cold wind whistled and blew on the window, as if it had blown up many memories, leaving only the beauty and excitement in the memories.

"It's good that you came to see me. ”

He spoke, laughing softly, and raised his hand to touch the tears from the corners of her eyes, but the more he touched them, the more he felt distressed.

"Don't cry, I'm fine, Ah Xun. ”

He was afraid that she would cry again, so he changed the topic and touched the face that he had been thinking about for a long time.

Xianya was stunned and wiped a handful of tears.

"Ah Xun didn't bring it. ”

Ah Xun is their child, two years old, and when she told him she would never see him again, she was pregnant.

This child also came in his previous life, and this life came as scheduled, but the difference is that he is now raised in the Yu family.

In the past two years, she has allowed him to see the child, after all, it is also his son.

"Is he naughty at home?"

Xianya thought of her son, and her mood was much lighter.

"You don't know him yet, but he's naughty, he's a big ghost, and he's now the king of the mountain in the family!"

He thought of his lovely son, like thousands of fathers in the world, and his heart was extremely happy.

The needle in his hand has returned to normal, and the liquid is entering his body little by little, and his spirit seems to be much better, a bit like a return to light.

"Your hair is a little messy, I'll mess it up for you. ”

As he spoke, he propped himself up with one hand and leaned his back against the head of the bed, pulling the strands of hair from her ears behind her ears.

"I want to feed you medicine. ”

His breath rushed to her face, his face was close at hand, her face was red, and her heart was sour and astringent.

She glanced at the still hot decoction on the table not far away.

Thinking that when she first came to Rong's house, Mrs. Rong, who has always been tough, said to her with red eyes, hoping that she would accompany him through the last few days, and that she could accompany him more, so that he could drink all the decoction and cooperate with the treatment.

Yes, accompany him on the last journey.

She stood up, turned her back to him, and took a deep breath, a tear falling again.

One after another, it's very uncomfortable.

She pretended to be fine, took a deep breath, picked up the still steaming decoction and turned around and sat on the edge of the bed, spoonful by spoonful as if coaxing Ah Xun to drink.

When he finished drinking, seeing that his complexion seemed to be much better, she helped him to lie down half-lying, and called the doctor specially invited by the Rong family to change his dressing.

She sat at the head of the bed and stayed with him.

He grabbed her hand and refused to let go.

She comforted him that she would not leave, and she was always with him.

Her eyes were full of him, and her face was full of tenderness.

When he was tired, he fell asleep in a daze and woke up in a daze, and found her still there, and found her sitting on a low stool lying on the edge of the bed asleep, he was very happy, reached out and touched her head, and then closed his eyes again and rested seriously.

There was a smell of her in the room, and he couldn't tell what it was, but he could tell it clearly, and after three years of separation, he was very happy that she had finally appeared in front of him, and was finally willing to see him.

It seems that he is sick, as if he is not afraid of any death, as if he sees her, he feels no regrets.

When he woke up, Grace was wiping his forehead, and she was gently wiping him with a hot towel.

He was obviously awake, but he didn't want to open his eyes, he just wanted to feel her existence quietly, and his hanging needle was finished today.

She put the hot towel in a basin of warm water to wash and knead dry, and wiped his hands, looking at the bruises on his hands, her heart was stained with a pang of heartache, and tears were in her eyes.

He smelled the familiar scent of her, the scent lingered around him little by little, he seemed to feel her crying, he opened his eyes and comforted her......

Outside the door, Mama Wu, who was about to invite Miss Yu to dinner, heard the movement, turned around and walked downstairs with a calm face, walking and walking, feeling more and more sad in her heart, the eldest young master has grown up with her own eyes! But now, ......

She walked to the top of the stairs and touched a handful of tears.

Outside the window, the wind and snow were getting heavier and heavier, and from a distance, the snowflakes seemed to have become a white cloud, enveloping the entire Lijiang City.

Suddenly, large pieces of snow fell, the wind howled, and a blizzard hit.

Suddenly, the sky darkened, and everything was not very clear.

Mother Wu walked to Madame's room with red eyes.