It's Ms. Yang, Guan Xi's mother, who disappeared for several months. She has gorgeous hair and is a lot older. She is not as arrogant and domineering as before. She kneels on the ground and bows like an old woman.

"Doctor Shi, please help my daughter." She raised her hand and tried to catch the corner of Shijin's clothes.

He took a step back, his eyebrows closed slightly: "talking about Madam, I'm not the Savior, just a surgeon, that's all."

Ms. Yang sobbed in a low voice: "really can't you think of another way?"

Everyone said her daughter was hopeless, but she was only twenty-five years old, so young

Shijin shook her head. "I'm sorry."

He motioned to Xiao Yi and helped him up. He didn't want to pull any more. When he turned around, he saw Jiang Jiusheng not far away. He went over and said, "how did you get out of bed?"

Ms. Yang walked past with her back arched, her eyes dull and trance.

Jiang Jiusheng glanced over and took back his sight: "I'm all right." She looked at Shijin and looked much better. "She can be discharged."

When Jin hold her infusion stand, one hand pushed, one hand led her to the office: "season change cold, it's easy to repeat, stay in the hospital for another two days." He closed the door and carried her to the hospital bed behind the consulting room

Jiang Jiusheng said, thinking of the just: "talk about smile really no help?"

Shi Jin nodded: "after her heart transplantation, she had a strong rejection, and her heart failed so fast that she was unable to return to the sky."

If you stay abroad, you may be able to survive this winter, drag the sick back home, and winter will not pass.

Jiang Jiusheng kept silent and thought for a long time, but he couldn't help but ask, "if you have been her doctor, can she live longer?"

It's just a hypothesis.

When she was torn up for talking about her family, Jin could never continue to be the doctor in charge of talking about Guan Xi.

When Jin thought about it, she replied, "I don't know, there are many variables of heart disease. Even if I do a heart transplant for her, it should be no better. The probability of rejection of rare blood group is 6.3 times that of normal blood group." When Jin's voice was low and deep, "Sheng Sheng, I'm not a God, but also someone I can't cure or save."

What's more, he is not a good man. He remembers his revenge, mingles his personal likes and dislikes, and is unable to be selfless, let alone forget.

"I know." She had a needle in her right hand and held him in her other hand. "It's just that life is fragile."

Death always teaches us to be unprepared.

It seems to be a daunting topic.

Shijin holds her chin and looks at her face to face. He looks at her seriously and solemnly: "so, you should eat and sleep well, take good care of yourself, don't get hurt, don't get sick, don't take too much body to fight. I hope you will grow old without illness and disaster."

Jiang Jiusheng turned his head slightly, and brushed his lips over the back of his hand: "I will, and you will do the same." She grabbed his hand, held it in his hand, and looked up slightly. "Shijin, if, just if, our life is only ten days, what would you do?"

How could he and she die? He didn't like the assumption.

After thinking about it seriously, he replied, "one day to arrange our affairs. The rest nine days, I'll be in bed with you and do enough."

Of course, it's not only to arrange the future affairs, but also to destroy the sky and destroy the earth and kill all the people who hinder them.

Of course, not telling Sheng will scare her.

Jiang Jiusheng was stunned for a moment, and his ears were hot: " I'm serious. "

Shijin is as good as the flow: "so am I."

After killing everyone, he died on her.

Jiang Jiusheng: "..."

The next day, Tan Guanxi's mother came to heart surgery again, but this time, instead of begging Shijin to save her daughter, she asked him to see her.

She has come many times, except in the ward, all the rest of the time in Shijin's office.

In the evening, Shi Jin went to talk about Guanxi's ward. After she transferred to Tianbei hospital, the doctor in charge was not Shi Jin. This was her first meeting with him after returning home.

The ward was quiet and the sound of footsteps was obvious.

She couldn't open her eyes very much. She couldn't see clearly. Looking for the vague outline at the door, she looked at the past: "Shijin, is that you?" She was not sure, and her voice was weak. "Are you here?"

When Jin approached the hospital bed.

Talk to smile to blink an eye, saw his appearance clearly. He is also the same as before, wind Jiyue, Zhilan Yushu. But she was different, her face was haggard and her bones were bony.

"When Jin openings:" have what words, I have an operation later

his voice is as like as two peas.

She was wearing an oxygen mask and said with difficulty: "I have a question that I always want to ask you."

When Jin looked at her, light eyes: "you ask."

She is facing the light and the light is shining in her eyes. There are some holes in her eyes. The color of her pupils is very light and her speaking speed is very slow. "My father said that before I went to the United States for surgery, domestic doctors would not give me the main knife. Did you give me the words?" Do you want me to die?In the last sentence, whether to ask.

When Jin did not hesitate for a moment, recognized: "well, it's me." After a pause, he spared no words, adding, "it's the truth."

He let it go and made it clear the risks of the operation.

It's true that there is a private heart, but it's also true that the success rate of the operation is very low, and the probability of death is more than 90%. If it's not saved, which doctor in China dares to take over.

Talk and smile and pull the corners of the mouth.

There's nothing to be reconciled with. It's time to die and never blame anyone else.

When she looked at Jin with her eyelids on her back, because she was too skinny to take off her face, a small face was just a slap in the face, and her eyes became bigger and bigger, but she was just mindless: "the doctor who operated on me said that if I stayed abroad, maybe I could survive this winter, but I want to come back." She said more clearly, "I want to see you again."

When Jin did not answer, look flat, there is no mood fluctuation.

Talking about Guanxi lying, one hand is exposed outside. It's blue, blue and purple. There are many instrument tubes pasted on it. The wrist is very thin. You can see the concave and convex lines of the bone.

She said to herself, "I always think of the first time I saw you recently."

Three years ago, she hung up on him.

He was wearing a white coat with a white shirt inside. When she went in, he did not look up. Looking at her case, he lowered his head and asked, "talk about Miss?"

At that time, she thought, it's a beautiful voice.

She approached and introduced herself: "Hello, I'm talking about smile."

He looked up and said, "please sit down."

What a delicate face.

She looked into a pair of eyes, forgot to move for a moment, as if to see the stars thousands of miles, saw a deep blue in the sea, clean and thorough.

He repeated, his tone still not slow or urgent: "please sit down."

She just took back her sight, sat down, and tidied up her blunder: "you are a doctor." She thought she would be an old man.

He nodded and put down his pen: "I'm Shijin, your attending doctor."

The silver pen has white lettering on the cap. She can't see the letters clearly. Maybe she doesn't have the energy to look. Her eyes fall on his hands.

The surgeon's hand, the hand with the scalpel, is too beautiful.

After three years, when I think about it again, the memory is not fuzzy at all, but clear and clear, just like yesterday.

"Shijin," she said, focusing her lax pupils slightly, and looking at him, "if I meet you a little earlier than Jiang Jiusheng, you --"

Shijin interrupted her: "talk about Miss,"

talk about Miss

Or as always, always keep a distance.

There is no special expression on his face, just like looking at one of his patients, there is no personal emotion in his eyes, he said: "no if."

I just want to open my mouth.

Shi Jin said: "even if there is, only my girlfriend."

She laughed and gasped twice in an oxygen mask: "I'm dying, so you can't cheat me."

He politely refused: "I'm sorry, I don't have that obligation."

Yes, he is a cold man. Except for Jiang Jiusheng, he will not make amends for anyone. Even if she is going to die, he has never seen a trace of compassion in his eyes.

If her mother didn't ask him, he probably wouldn't come to see her.

It's a man of deep and desperate love.

Even for a few days, the weather was good, windless and rainy, the sun was warm, but in the early winter, it was dark early, and it was especially cold at night.

The second night Jiang Jiusheng was in hospital, the moon was very round, oh, the 15th day of the lunar calendar.

At nine o'clock in the evening, there was a cry in the corridor of the inpatient department. She didn't stop for a long time. When Jin came out of Jiang Jiusheng's ward, she asked the nurse outside, "who is crying?"

The nurse on duty replied, "the patient downstairs died. It's a family member." There is no emotional disturbance. In the hospital, we are used to birth, old age and death.

Time Jin silent very short time: "three zero seven?"

The nurse on duty was surprised and nodded, "yes, the patient of 307 just stopped breathing."

In ward 307, we live in Tan guanxi.

On December 12, at 9:49:56 p.m., Tan Guanxi died. Outside the ward, Tan's wife, Yang Shi, cried hysterically.

In the ward, the body was covered with white cloth, showing a wrist, pale and bloodless. Ms. Yang knelt in front of the hospital bed, cried out "smile", and talked about Xiyao sitting on the ground, covering her face and crying.

Before long, the medical staff came to transfer the body, a black diary fell out under the pillow, fell on the ground, the wind blew, the paper page opened, and the beautiful font jumped onto the paper.

My attending doctor is a young man.

He has a gentle name, Shi Jin.

He is polite to everyone, but he is not close to anyone.

He's a very good doctor. He looks very good with a scalpel.He likes white, white cups, white shirts, white shoes, and white lettering on pens.

He is very clean and has a slight habit of cleaning. He will take disinfectant with him.

His hands are beautiful and he writes beautifully.

He always politely called me to talk about Miss.

His eyes are very charming, but when he looks at me, he always looks like he is separated by mountains and rivers.

At night, I always think what it would be like for such a thin and cool person to fall in love with someone.

It turns out, it's going to be crazy.

For the first time in my life, I tasted the taste of jealousy. It was sour, unwilling and resentful. It fermented and grew in my heart, which was already unbearable.

I became the kind of woman I hated the most, playing clowns in other people's stories.

He has never focused on seeing me. I didn't know before that the shadow reflected in his eyes is a bright star river I haven't seen before.

My heart is getting worse and worse, probably reminding me that I can't bear such a man.

My father said that he refused to operate for me. He used to love the way he took the scalpel. In the end, he didn't take the scalpel for me.

I changed my heart. The new attending doctor said that the research shows that the heart cells have memory, but I have changed my heart. How to install it is still him.

My mother often wipes tears on my back. I think I don't have much time.

I want to go back home and see him for the last time.

He is the same one, just as I saw him for the first time, there are vast stars in his eyebrows, like the stars in winter night.

My life is very short, the story is not long, four word summary, love but not.

Talk about smile.

PATA.

The light in the ward turned on, and the eyelids of the people in the bed moved, but they did not open.

When Jin walked over, she whispered, "Sheng Sheng."

Jiang Jiusheng opened his eyes and slept a bit bleary: "hmm?"

He came close and said, "we are discharged."

She was surprised and sleepy. "Now?"

"Well."

She sat up and looked at the time. At ten o'clock in the evening, she asked Shijin, "why is it so urgent?"

When Jin went to take the clothes, turned back to the head of the bed to help her put them on, explained: "suddenly I want to Xu Bomei."

Jiang Jiusheng was dumbfounded.

The window is closed, and you can still hear the wind outside the window. When Jin takes her by the hand, her hand is very cold. She holds it tightly and rubs it twice: "it's very cold outside. Wear more."

Shijin zipped her coat: "I hold you, it's not cold."

He took her home and didn't want her to see life and death, and didn't want her to see life and death.

On December 15, Tan's family held a funeral at Jiangbei funeral home.

In the black-and-white photos of the spirit hall, the girls look forward to smiling, and there are offerings on the table, as well as white chrysanthemum and horseshoe lotus. In front of the spirit hall, Ms. Yang sits on the ground, in a trance, with a hoarse voice crying, but still mumbling.

"Smile."

"Smile."

Ms. Yang was dressed in black, her temples were white, and her eyes were empty looking at the photo: "how can you go like this? How can you let your mother live?"

No tears could be shed in her eyes. She was red and dry. Ms. Yang murmured and began to cry again: "smile, my daughter, my bitter daughter."

"Mom will go with you."

"Mom's not alive either."

The cry suddenly stopped. Miss Yang stood up and ran into the wall. At this time, someone grabbed her and fell to the ground.

She screamed and fainted.

People come and go to mourn, but they don't speak. There are a lot of flowers in the room. They burn incense and taste very heavy. Once they enter, they feel depressed.

At the door, there were two rows of wreaths. The chief executive of the funeral parlor stood aside and asked the man who stayed at the door, "are you here to mourn?" About all year long engaged in funeral work, women's tone formula, "white chrysanthemum there."

The comer was a young girl, dressed in black, standing at the door, not in.

"Ink."

It's about Xiyao, who came out of the room and looked at the door with red eyes: "ink."

Talking about calligraphy, she went over and took a white chrysanthemum, put it in front of the spirit hall, bent down to light a joss stick, knelt on the futon, bowed three times, got up, looked at the picture, and in a moment, turned around and left.

Talking about Xiyao catching up, he was old and stooped, his voice choked: "ink, you stay here, this is your sister."

When talking about calligraphy, he bowed like all the guests who came to mourn: "Mr. Tan, I'm sorry."

On Xiyao's eyes immediately moistened: "calligraphy......"

She didn't say anything more, left, left behind the crying, walked faster and faster, went to no one's place, squatted down, bowed her head and red her eyes.

In the evening, the nine disciples of Xie's family held a wedding banquet. Master Xie Dang sent a gift to him. He drove the car, didn't drink, and drove his Ferrari with a ruckus at over nine o'clock to send the elder martial brothers and sisters back one by one.Ya, I'm tired!

Send the last one away. He pulls over and stops. After a while, he dials master Xie's phone, which makes him grumble.

At this point, there are not many pedestrians on the road. The street artists who perform under the overpass haven't closed the stall, and the film booth hasn't gone. The wind is very strong by the river.

Under the bridge, I shrunk my figure. The lights come and go. They are bright and dark for a while.

"On ink."

Xie Dang, wearing a mask, stood outside and called out. He squatted and didn't respond. He walked in a little bit and said, "talk about ink!"

The squatting under the overpass turned back.

The lights just came in and the light flashed across her face.

Xie Dang looked down and said: "it's really you. You don't sleep in this sleepwalk at night. You have a brain -" the word "pit" hasn't been said yet. The light flashed into her tearful eyes, and he was really shocked. "Cried?"

I was used to her funny appearance. I thought this girl was made of reinforced concrete. It was made of water.

Tan Dabao wiped his eyes and stuck his neck and said, "I didn't cry. The wind blows."

Voice choked, it was crying.

The tearful look was not used to it. Xie Dang kicked the stone on the ground and said, "go back and stop drinking."

After hearing this, she stood up. Maybe she had been squatting for a long time. Her feet were numb. She staggered for two steps and turned her head: "brother Dang, go to the bar."

Look at her poor face

Xie Dang took her to a Qingba restaurant, which is hard to find. However, the Qingba restaurant is good in liquor, high in consumption and tasteful in decoration. Most of the people who went there for fun are acquaintances, who are not rich but expensive.

He drove the car, didn't drink, just looked at talking about ink treasure niuyin, thousands of cups of foreign wine, let her drink a kind of posture of boiling water.

In less than 15 minutes, empty the glass.

At this moment, the guy was already shaking his head. Xie Dang pressed the glass in front of her and said, "OK, stop drinking."

She looked up, grinned at him, stood up, took a cup in the distance, dried it, sat back, squinted her eyes, and leaned against the card seat: "the other day, a person I hated died."

Xie Dang threw a broad bean into his mouth: "then what are you crying for?" Isn't it time to gloat?

"I thought it would be very happy and relieved. I saw the ghost. I was a little sad." She said to herself like a thousand years ago? She's pretty bad, too. How did she live to be 25? "

She really hates talking and smiling. She is also really stuck in her heart and hair. People die like this. She's a little caught off guard.

Then she reached for the glass on the table.

Xie Dang moved the glass away: "come on, don't fill it. I don't care if I'm drunk."

She scooped up the space, lay on the armrest of the seat, and kept saying to herself: "she is very poor. She has suffered from heart disease since she was born. Her father and mother are very precious to her. They just spoil people like this."

Xie Dang doesn't take her words, let her say.

Her apricot eyes are misty, and she seems to be drunk but not drunk. She said slowly: "like a vampire, she sucks my blood for three days and two ends. I hate her."

"She is beautiful, intelligent and business minded, so she just likes someone who doesn't like her."

She grinned and grinned.

"Don't mention how happy I am when I know it. I am so disgusted that someone can finally defeat her and make her taste the taste of not being seen."

The smile on the corner of her mouth was gone. She blinked her eyelids, a little red.

"She has a heart attack, so she shouldn't be very happy or sad, but I have seen her sad several times. Maybe it's because of this that she will live soon."

"She is always lukewarm and lukewarm to me. She has no good words. She is so disgusted. I used to curse her many times. Now the curse is effective, and she is finally dead."

Xie Dang was confused. He didn't know who she was talking about. After a look at the time, he waved his legs and kicked the opposite table: "if you have enough, I will go back. I have something to do in the evening."

She didn't move, still languidly sat down, suddenly came a sentence: "the dead man, is my blood on the sister." Her eyelids drooped twice, she lifted them up, the laser light of the bar shone in, and her eyes were full of tears. "She is like me, panda blood, the only one in the world who has the same blood as me."

Xie Dang is quiet.

Then, talking about calligraphy was quiet. After that, she didn't say anything. One by one, she poured it into her stomach. After throwing a bottle of wine, she sat on the ground and cried, singing while crying, and singing the song of Jiang Jiusheng. It was a happy rhythm, and her tears flowed when she sang.

It's a human life. Suddenly it's gone

At more than 10 o'clock in the evening, song Jing finally coaxes her child to sleep. She just lies down and shuts her eyes for less than 10 minutes. The mobile phone on the desk rings. If she doesn't answer it, the mobile phone will ring all the time.This point, except that ancestor, no one will call.

Song Jing took a deep breath, then did not hold down the fire: "do not sleep at night, sleepwalk!"

"You come here," said Xie

Your ancestors!

Song Jing turned a white eye and said, "what are you doing?"

"It's not me," he said

As soon as she wanted to ask who it was, there came a song.

"A grape tree in front of Amen, the green land of Nen has just sprouted. The snail is carrying the heavy shell and climbing up step by step..."

It's hysterical, but there's not a single word in the tune. It's very insidious at night. It's not the point. The point is that it's a woman!

Song Jing immediately got up from the bed: "who is that crying and howling?"

"Vice president of Jiangbei support association."

She didn't react for a moment.

Xie Dang hurried over there: "come quickly and get rid of people. If you don't come again, my ears will be poisoned by her and deaf."

At this time, it was a song of exhaustion.

"Am I the one you love the most? Why don't you talk? It's so sad to hold your cold hand and never move it..."

Cry tune a turn, singing joy.

"The windmill squeaks and squeaks. The scenery here is so beautiful. It's a beautiful day. There's a happy little friend..."

Xie Dang: "..." Yah, it's so noisy!

He took off his coat and covered his head with ink. She was honest and slept in the card seat. His ears were clear.

About half an hour later, Xie Dang estimated that song Jing was about to arrive and woke up the dead man. After sleeping for a while, talking about ink treasure, I woke up a little bit, but I didn't make any noise. I followed Xie Dang obediently. My steps were staggering. Sheng was quiet and obedient. He stopped and she stopped.

The man with tattooed arms bumped into Xie Dang face-to-face without apologizing. He entered a box and brought the door with him. With a click, the door lock bounced back and didn't close.

Xie Dang glanced back.

"First lady."

A man's voice, like a sore throat, Yanks out his throat.

The door opened a seam, can see the back of the man's burly, there is a pair of long legs on the sofa that the woman overlaps, the foot is red high-heeled shoes.

"Have you sent it?"

It's a nice female voice.

The man bowed his head respectfully: "it has been sent to Qin Mingli."

The woman smiled, white hands shaking the red wine glass: "it's time to close the net."

Outside, Xie Dang is leaning against the wall.

"Dang brother, I --"

he put his hand over her mouth and shook his head. She didn't wake up with all the wine. She was a little confused. She didn't move. She didn't squeak. She stood up honestly.

Xie Dang moved a little to the door and continued listening.

After nearly half an hour, song Jing called. Xie Dang had been waiting in the car for a long time. He was impatient: "why so long?"

On the copilot's side, talking about calligraphy, he slept in the dark.

He is a public figure, and he can't send her to the hotel. He can only point to song Jing to finish.

"There is an accident in cangning road. It's blocked. Where are you?"

"Listen to the alley behind jiuxuan." For fear of paparazzi following, Xie Dang specially chose a remote place. He grabbed a handful of curly hair and blew it up a bit. "Hurry up, I'm freezing to death."

Song Jing grinds her teeth: "wait." This enemy!

After hanging up, Xie Dang shivered.

In the deep lane, the night was quiet, there was a dog barking in the distance, there were a few cars on the side of the road, there was no one around, the street lamp was broken, it was dark for a while and bright for a while.

All of a sudden, the car body slightly shakes.

"Bang."

"Bang."

"Bang."

Three times in a row. It's very noisy. It's like something is hitting the back of the car.

Xie Dang rolled down the window and shouted, "who is that?"

No one answered. There was an echo from the alley. The barking of dogs was more fierce in the distance.

He got out of the car, went to the back of the car, saw three bricks on the ground, and his car was hit with three marks.

Who the fuck broke his car!

He went on for a while and looked up at the other end of the courtyard. Suddenly, there was a light coming from the alley. He turned around and a strong light came into his eyes.

On the opposite side, the black body, came crashing.

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