The Ten Years that I Loved You the Most ✔️

Chapter 54

The cause of the accident was the VIP of the most famous luxury car club in Beijing. It is said that it was the nephew of a certain military district chief. The princeling drank some wine that night and went to the Yanxi villa to meet the lover. Who knew that drag racing had killed people. How could the emperor break the law and commit the same crime with the common people? There are a lot of flattering people waiting for justice behind the ass, and this incident just didn't even hit a splash.

    Jiang Wenxu learned that it was already two days later that he was intoxicated, and he only felt that his heartbeat stopped for a moment. He doesn't have too much feelings for intoxication, just as cats and puppies in the original intention, but when he heard such sudden news, he was cold all over.

    Jiang Wenxu's family has achieved such a deep family. It is a lie to say that his hands are still clean. He does not apologize or move much about the drunken death, but he just feels painful in his heart. Jiang Wenxu never thought that he had let go of the drunkenness, and that person still died suddenly. He also suddenly woke up, that a person's life and death cannot be controlled by humans.

    Later, Jiang Wenxu knew what he was saddening at the time. It turned out that the loneliness at that time was really sad to the extreme. Because he thought of He Zhishu.

    Before Jiang Wenxu, even if he knew that He Zhishu had such a disease, he never thought that He Zhishu would die. He always wanted to get He Zhishu back, treat him well, never again. Give him wronged, always, always with him.

    It turns out that not everything in the world can do what you want. Jiang Wenxu closed his eyes dejectedly, he knew what unpredictable death was.

    Jingwen’s wedding was still held as usual. Zhang Jingwen wanted to wait for Jiang Wenxu to come over and find He Zhishu before doing it. But the bride’s grandfather has been in poor health recently. His biggest wish is to see his most precious girl get married. Good man.

    On the day of the ceremony, Jiang Wenxu still came and wrapped a very thick red envelope by himself. Jiang Wenxu came here to make his face a little more festive, but it was not easy. His condition was very poor, his face was so thin and severe, and his eyes were thin and dense with red blood.

    Jing Wen personally greeted Jiang Wenxu and took the man's shoulders affectionately. Jing Wen was very considerate not to mention or ask. Jiang Wenxu could not bear any sympathetic eyes: "Come, go to the inner hall, the bride and bridesmaid take turns to worship first. Give you wine again."

    Jiang Wenxu shook his head and chuckled: "Forget it, let them take turns to respect the old man. I just come with a gift and leave." He took out the red envelope and said, "Forget me."

    Jiang Wenxu has always been generous to the people around him. He wrapped eight thousand in red paper as a prize. The real heart is the card in the wallet.

    Jing Wen didn't know the doorway inside. He took it over without much psychological burden, and squeezed it

    with a grin: "Okay , it's really thick." Jiang Wenxu's eyes were softer, and he smiled: "I and Zhishu are the same. "

    Jing Wen was stunned for a moment, and looked at Jiang Wenxu for a while, feeling sour. He spoke softly: "Wen Xu..."

    Full of soreness and sighs: "...Your sideburns have white hair."

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    The night Ai Ziqian came. After leaving, he understood his brother, and didn't persuade him with extra words, because he knew very well in his heart that no matter how long he was the best, how long could an incurable terminally ill patient live? By the time the person will be gone in less than a year, how long can the dead be remembered? In less than a year, Ai Ziqian could afford to wait, all as lectures to his younger brother.

    He Zhishu was seriously ill. His body is covered with bruises and bruises, and severe areas have begun to swell. You can see a small pit when you poke your finger on the swollen place, but you can see a faint tingling.

    He Zhishu was so sad that he couldn't eat anything, and he didn't have the energy to walk around. He never caused trouble to anyone, and never made a sound of pain no matter how badly he was. He Zhishu recently likes to go up to the small balcony where the French windows on the second floor look down. Looking down is Dr. Ai’s crazy and joyful plant, which seems to have grown a few small flower buds. Looking far away is Lingyin and the small tea garden lake, the scenery is very good.

    Ai Tzuyu feels distressed for He Zhishu's distressed daily restlessness. He Zhishu is even more stubborn than he thought. Not only does the medicine that he really treats stays still, he doesn't even touch the painkillers and sleeping pills.

    That day, He Zhishu burned for another day. The physical exertion was too great and it was easy to get sleepy, and it was difficult to fall asleep early at night.

    Ai Ziyu carefully wiped He Zhishu's cheeks with a warm towel, and then kissed the corners of his eyebrows uncontrollably, and then kissed the corners of his lips before lying next to He Zhishu and hugging him. Living.

    These days when He Zhishu was insomnia and awake, Ai Ziyu often carried him in his arms. He Zhishu was afraid of the cold, and he felt cold at night when the air-conditioning temperature was high. Ai Tzuyu is hot, can hold He Zhishu with one arm, and take a few shots like coaxing a child. After a long time, He Zhishu slept better, but Ai Ziyu's sleep became more and more shallow.

    So tonight, He Zhishu had some noise and Ai Ziyu woke up. He heard He Zhishu's faintly sobbing, crying. Ai Tzuyu turned on the lamp. He Zhishu was not awake yet, with a cold sweat on his forehead. She was afraid that she would feel uncomfortable on her body and could not help but hurt in her dreams.

    Ai Ziyu went to wash the towel and wiped He Zhishu's face again, and her distressed hands trembled as she watched the transparent tear lines on He Zhishu's cheeks. He kissed He Zhishu's eyelashes, wishing He Zhishu could sleep peacefully all night.

    He Zhishu suddenly opened his eyes, stared at Ai Ziyu in a daze, and then suddenly and nonchalantly said: "...

    Where is my ring ?" "Did you see my ring?"

    Ai Ziyu couldn't touch it. Mind, it turns out that He Zhishu's gaze root is chaotic. Lived by a nightmare.

    Ai Tzuyu coaxed him to lie down and fell asleep, holding He Zhishu's hand and looking at it. There was indeed a ring of fine white marks left by the ring on his ring finger all the year round.

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