one year later.
"Miss Liu, look, the tumor in Mr. Xin's brain is growing, this is a year ago, this is a year later..."
The two pictures seem to be no different, but after overlapping, you will find that they have indeed grown up a bit.
"Can I have surgery?"
"Not for the time being." The doctor shook his head: "In this position, it is too difficult to perform surgery."
The doctor said that it is best not to have surgery unless it is a last resort.
Because the success rate is too low.
It's not that Chuzheng didn't take Xin Zhu to see other doctors, but the results were the same, and surgery was not recommended.
There is no guarantee that the surgery will be successful in this case.
Chu Zheng's thoughts came out a little, but Xin Zhu came over and didn't notice.
He leaned over and kissed Chuzheng's face: "I'm not afraid of death, don't be sad."
Chu Zheng frowned slightly: "You eavesdropped again."
"...No." Xin Zhu immediately raised his head to look at the ceiling, his voice weakened because of his guilty conscience: "I happened to be passing by and heard it."
"Afraid?"
Xin Zhu shook his head: "Don't be afraid, there is you."
What's the use of having me, and I can't suffer for you.
For the next few years, Xin Zhu had no major problems.
The time fixed on him also began to pass, just like a normal person.
Later, Xin Zhu started to have a headache, although not as sharp as in the previous place.
However, the occasional dull pain still made Xin Zhu very uncomfortable, and sometimes he couldn't sleep all night.
The treatment made him look bad and sick.
Chuzheng propped himself up, staring at the people around him, fingertips running along his cheek, touching the top of his hair.
The fingers passed through the hair, but the fingers brought up some hair.
"Well… "
Xin Zhu seemed to be awakened, Chuzheng grasped tightly.
"Beginning?" Xin Zhu whispered.
"Ok."
Hearing her voice, Xin Zhu leaned towards her, hugged her and fell asleep again.
Chuzheng stretched out his palms, looked at the hair in his palms, and fell into contemplation.
Otherwise... kill him first, it will reduce his pain.
[… ] The King almost couldn’t hold back the foul language. You thought about this for a long time? Are you the devil? ! That's your good guy card! !
-
It is impossible to kill, and it has to be carefully taken care of every day.
Chuzheng tried his best to prevent Xin Zhu from finding out that he was going bald, but he finally found out that he had been depressed in his room for two days.
"It's not just the hair. Now the technology is so good, I'll plant it for you."
Xin Zhuyou looked at her resentfully.
Chuzheng: "… "
Fortunately, Xin Zhu was depressed for two days, adjusted himself well, and regained his vitality.
The doctor's child was taken to the villa. Xin Zhu sat on the lawn and played the guitar for the doctor's child.
Not to mention the master level, but it also plays better than some people.
The doctor was actually a little scared, for fear that his child would bump the golden lump.
Time flies, the child has already gone to primary school, and Xin Zhu's illness is getting worse and worse.
He likes to sit on the patio and look at the sky.
Chuzheng asked him what he was looking at, and he said he looked at the stars, hoping that after he died, he could become a star and look at her on it.
You're dead, I can't stay long...
"I want to see my mother again." Xin Zhu asked in a low voice.
Although Xin Zhu's mother is not in good health, she is still alive after all these years.
"good."
Chuzheng prepared the car and went to the nursing home.
The old man looked much weaker than before. He was sitting in a wheelchair when he went out. He muttered something in his mouth, and seemed a little confused.
The nurse had something to do. After leaving for a while, Chu Zheng helped Xin Zhu over there.
"When did Xiao Zhu go home... Did Xiao Zhu go home? Xiao Zhu... "
As she got closer, Xin Zhu could hear what she said.
Xin Zhu raised his hand to cover his mouth, his eyes surging with enthusiasm.
"mom… "
Xin Zhu looked over there, panicked and asked Chu Zheng to take him to hide.
Sister Xin Zhu came over: "Mom, why are you here alone?"
"Xiao Zhu, have you seen Xiao Zhu?"
"Mom, Xiao Zhu is home. I'll see you later."
"It's good to go home, it's good to go home..."
Xin Zhu's younger sister pushed the old man away, but Xin Zhu's body couldn't support it, and all the weight was on Chuzheng.
Chuzheng hugged Xin Zhu and comforted him silently.
Xin Zhu didn't dare to see them before, and now he doesn't dare to see them.
They have already decided that they are dead, and they suddenly appeared, but they are still going to die...
"I want to go home." Xin Zhu's voice was hoarse: "Take me home."
"good."
-
Since that day, Xin Zhu's condition has deteriorated rapidly.
"Xin Zhu, I'll take you back." Maybe back there, his condition won't continue to deteriorate, just like before.
"I don't want it." Xin Zhu simply refused: "I don't want to go back to that place."
"Why?"
"I don't like it there." Anyone stuck in a place like that for decades wouldn't like it.
He didn't want to go even though his illness was there, maybe getting better.
"You will die."
"Are you afraid of my death?"
"..." I'm not afraid, I'll meet soon anyway, but... I still feel uncomfortable in my heart.
Of course Chuzheng wouldn't say that.
Xin Zhu reached out and touched Chuzheng's cheek: "I'm dead, will you find someone else?"
"Will not."
There is only one good person card, where to find others.
Xin Zhu smiled slowly, with a gentle warmth on his pale face: "I want to stay at home with you and not go anywhere."
Chuzheng's heart trembled slightly, and for a long while he covered the back of his hand: "Well."
-
"Miss, ma'am..."
The servant pushed open the door of the study, with a terrified tone: "Mr. Xin suddenly fainted just now."
Chuzheng went straight to the medical room below, where the equipment is complete, and the huge transparent glass can completely see the situation inside.
Doctors are giving first aid, but the situation is not good.
Chuzheng stood outside expressionlessly, unable to see what she was thinking.
Snowflakes fell on the foggy sky, and the whole world became hazy.
The doctor came out of it, and he took off his mask: "Miss Liu... He's running out of time."
Chuzheng blinked and nodded after a while: "Got it."
The doctor took the people away, and soon only Chuzheng and Xin Zhu were left here.
Chu Zheng exhaled and went in calmly. Xin Zhu was still lying there, thin and thin.
Chuzheng took his hand and sat down, waiting for him to wake up.
The snow outside is getting bigger and bigger, and the ground has been covered with a layer of fine white snow.
"Snowing?"
Chuzheng looked away from the window, Xin Zhu tilted his head, looked at the snow rustling outside the window, with a pale smile on his face.
"Yeah." It's snowing.
Xin Zhu's lips opened: "I want to go outside..."
"… good."
Chuzheng carried the person to the upstairs terrace and wrapped him in a thick blanket.
Neither of them spoke. Xin Zhu looked at the falling snowflakes, wondering where his thoughts were scattered.
After a long time, Xin Zhu reached out his hand from the blanket and caught a falling snowflake.
When it gets hot, the snowflakes melt instantly.
He withdrew his hand in disappointment, raised his head with some effort, and looked at the person holding him.
I really want to spend more time with her...
But he was so miserable.
The light in front of him became more and more scattered, and the familiar person became blurred.
"Xin Zhu, don't cry, we will meet again."
"Then we've agreed." Xin Zhu stretched out his hand: "Pull the hook."
"Childish." Chu Zheng said on his lips, but his fingers stretched out.
Xin Zhu raised his head slightly, and his cold lips covered Chuzheng's lips: "I like you."
The strength of hooking her fingers suddenly seemed to have no strength, and gradually loosened and fell.
Snow fell from the sky, covering up the phrase 'I like you'.
Chuzheng calmly put Xin Zhu's hand back into the fleece blanket, and hugged him and sat on the terrace silently.
-
Two years later.
A car was parked outside the villa with the official badge on the body, the door was pushed open, and the two men got out of the car at the same time.
One of the men went over to ring the doorbell.
The servant who opened the door was an unfamiliar face: "Is Miss Liu there?"
"Miss Liu? There is no such person here." The servant wondered, "Did you find the wrong place?"
"Isn't Ms. Liu Chuzheng living here?"
The servant shook his head: "Our husband's surname is Yu."
"Who are you?" The owner of the villa came back from outside and saw these two comrades in official skins, and almost thought he had made a mistake.
"Do you know Ms. Liu Chuzheng?"
"I know, she sold this house to me."
"Then do you know where she went?"
"I don't know that."
"...That's fine, thank you."
"You are welcome."
When they walked out of the villa, the expressions of the two of them were not good. In that case, some clues were found, but now the main suspect is gone.
"Hey... let's go."
The car slowly drove away from the villa.
In the garden of the villa, two white rats stood on their forelimbs and looked in the direction of the courtyard wall.
The other one came out of nowhere and slapped one of them with a paw: "Squeaky!!"
"Little Seven, Little Six..." Someone called them from a distance.
The three big white mice rushed back immediately.
"Ouch, little ancestors, don't run around." The people over there were relieved when they saw that all the rats came back, not a few.
"Squeaky!!"
"squeak!!"
"Don't make trouble, don't make trouble, it'll be fine soon."