Seeing someone taking care of Shen Zhiluo, You Chen felt sad but still relieved, and left directly to contact someone to find a matching bone marrow.
"Zhiluo, can I go out for a while and let Nan Jin accompany you for a while?" Shen Liangqiu bent down slightly and asked with a soft face.
"Okay, brother Liangqiu, then come back early!" Shen Zhiluo waved to him.
Seeing this, Shen Liangqiu walked out. When passing by Su Nanjin, he said softly: "I'll go find the doctor and ask about Zhiluo's condition."
Su Nanjin nodded lightly: "Well, you go ahead."
Watching him close the door and leave, Shen Zhiluo glanced vaguely at the notebook on the table.
On the day of Xia Xia's funeral, she went to the cemetery and saw Aunt Jiang handing the notebook to Shen Liangqiu not far away, saying that it was Xia Xia's relic and that it was all about Shen Liangqiu's thoughts.
"Nan Jin, can you peel a pear for me?" Shen Zhiluo raised his hand and tugged Su Nanjin's hand, staring at him with watery eyes, and his voice was delicate and soft, as if it were wrapped in marshmallows.
"Okay, if you want to eat it, I'll cut it for you. Zhiluo, just wait for me for a while."
No matter how cold-hearted he is, he can't help but feel soft when he sees her acting coquettishly. What's more, Su Nanjin's heart has never become cold in front of her.
I picked a few pears of excellent quality from the fruit basket on the side and went to the bathroom to rinse them.
As soon as he stepped in, Shen Zhiluo took out the lighter from the drawer with his back hand, got out of bed and took the notebook, his eyes dim and twinkling slightly.
Xia Xia's relics...
Restraining his trembling hands, Shen Zhiluo thought of his parents who died tragically, and immediately made up his mind. He turned the fire to the maximum and started to light it from the lower end of the notebook.
The jumping flames quickly devoured the retarded man like a greedy wolf, and soon only one-third of the notebook in his hand was left.
Shen Zhiluo was cruel, and the flame burned his fingers for a while, then he threw away the lighter and the still burning notebook, and cried out in pain: "It hurts so much!"
When Su Nanjin smelled a strange smell while cleaning pears, she was still wondering what it was. Just as she was about to ask if she was doing something, she heard Shen Zhiluo's cry.
He panicked and dropped the fruit in his hand. When he ran over, he saw only one or two burned corners, like paper.
"What's wrong? Are you burned?" He noticed the lighter on the ground, and then saw her holding her fingers with tears in her eyes, and felt nervous.
"I just wanted to try to see if this lighter could work, but I didn't expect that it started to burn, and it almost couldn't be extinguished and burned myself." Shen Zhiluo pursed his lips in grievance.
Su Nanjin took her to the bathroom and rinsed her with cold water. She saw that her fingers were faintly bulging, as if she had blisters.
I was just about to go to the nurse for some ointment to treat burns, but suddenly I remembered her words and asked, "What are you burning?"
He remembered that there was no such thing as paper in the ward, so what was she burning?
"That's the notebook over there." Shen Zhiluo raised his hand blankly and pointed to the small table next to him.
Looking in the direction she pointed, Su Nanjin's throat tightened. If he remembered correctly, the notebook should have been brought by Shen Liangqiu. The only thing he could keep with him was Jiang Xia's relic.
Just as he was about to say something, the sound of opening the door suddenly came from the door. Shen Liangqiu looked at Su Nanjin who was standing there in a daze, and the premonition in his heart became stronger.
He was having a good chat with the doctor, but suddenly he felt a palpitation in his heart and felt inexplicably flustered, so he hurried back to the ward.
The air was filled with the smell of burning things. He glanced at the table subconsciously, only to find that the notebook on the table was no longer there. His heart was beating wildly: "Where is the notebook on the table?"
"Notebook?" Shen Zhiluo seemed to realize that he had done something wrong. He pointed to the leftover paper on the ground in a low voice: "I thought it was an unused notebook, and then I accidentally lit it on fire, but I couldn't put it out. It was Your stuff?"
After hearing her words, Shen Liangqiu's throat felt sweet, and a fishy-sweet taste filled his mouth.
With a numb expression on his face, he picked up the few corners left on the ground. His bent body could hardly be lifted up, as if his whole spiritual support had been defeated.
"Xia Xia, Xia Xia..."
His originally plain eyes were filled with sorrow. Shen Liangqiu clenched his fists, with veins on his forehead exposed on the back of his hands, trying hard to hold back the emotions that were on the verge of collapse.
Xia Xia, I'm sorry, I can't even protect your relics, so it's no wonder I can't protect you.
Shen Liangqiu's expression collapsed. He wished he could be burned to ashes along with his notebook and go down to accompany Jiang Xia.
Su Nanjin looked at his grief-stricken look and felt very worried. He glanced at Shen Zhiluo and said, "Zhiluo, the weather is nice today. Why don't you go outside and play in the garden for a while?"
Shen Zhiluo glanced at him timidly, knowing in her heart that he was worried that Shen Liangqiu would break down and attack her, but she burned the notebook just because she wanted to see him in pain.
She just wants to stimulate Shen Liangqiu here and make him remember that Xia Xia's relics are gone. If she misses this scene, then everything she does will be meaningless.
She pretended not to understand what he meant and said, "My hands hurt and I don't want to go out."
Hearing this, Su Nanjin sighed, looked at the stunned Shen Liangqiu, raised his hand and patted his shoulder, silently comforting him.
Shen Liangqiu stood calmly for a while, adjusting his emotions, his face gradually calmed down, he shook his head to indicate that he was fine, stood up and sat aside speechless.
Snapped.
Just when Su Nanjin wanted to comfort him with a few words, the sound of things falling to the ground and breaking suddenly came from behind him. He turned around suddenly and saw the fragments of the jade pendant scattered on the ground at a glance.
"I just wanted to see what it looked like, but I touched the blisters on my hand and I accidentally didn't hold it. I'm sorry..." Shen Zhiluo held his red fingers and looked timidly at the scattered fragments of the jade pendant on the ground. .
The drooped eyelashes covered the flash of light in his eyes. Shen Zhiluo raised the corners of his lips calmly. Are you all in the same pain now?
But it's not enough. Compared with what she has experienced, this is far from enough!
Su Nanjin opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say. He walked over with heavy steps and picked up the jade pendants that were broken into several pieces on the ground one by one.
It was a relic left by his mother to him, passed down from his mother's ancestors, and it was also the only thought left to him by his deceased mother.
He has always worn a red string around his neck, but the red string broke inexplicably on the way here today, so he temporarily put it in his pocket.
I was afraid of bumping the fruits when I was washing them, so I temporarily put them on the bedside table.
But he didn't expect that just this one oversight would completely shatter him. The only relic his mother left for him was shattered.
Su Nanjin's expression was depressed. He carefully wrapped the broken jade pendant in tissue paper and put it in his pocket. His expression was grief-stricken, but he did not dare to show any signs of it.
This chapter has been completed!