It was another dusk, and the blood-red sunset radiated through the far deep sea for thousands of miles. The blue water seemed to be stained with blood and brought with it a hazy cruelty.

Du He finally woke up. He looked at the wooden beam above his head with a dull eyes, swam across the light dust on the beam, leaving the unrest.

I don’t know how long it took, but it seemed that he realized that he was still alive. He woke up, and then suddenly thought about it during the day, he seemed to be crazy, frightening Jiang Ling.

This is really not true. I have killed Jiang Zhongye. How could I not even take good care of his only daughter?

This is really not true. Du He thought silently, and only then did he take action to comfort the girl. Perhaps Jiang Ling was still worried about him somewhere at this moment.

Thinking of this, Du He's muscles began to accumulate strength and he was about to get up.

Outside the window, the breeze blew the mulberry trees beside the road, and the sunset seemed to be still quietly on the sea level, loving the earth on earth.

But the clouds in the sky have changed color, and the naked sign of time is passing.

Time passed by minute by minute, but Du He...

He was still lying flat, motionless. Perhaps his muscles knew to use some strength to embellish the peace, but now he seemed to have given up completely.

The will collapse together!

Crush!

Fall into the abyss!

I was dazed in a daze again, and when I woke up again, it was already the time when the night was low and the stars were falling.

Has that long been gone?

But he still lay still as trash as a waste.

Du He's pupils trembled, like a kingfisher flapping his wings rapidly.

He is depraved and numb at this moment.

But he just couldn't get up. Every bone and every muscle in his body were pretending to be asleep. Du He made a depressed grunt in his throat, trying to break free.

Maybe he wanted to curb the throat of fate like Beethoven, but unfortunately he was just an ordinary person and a delusional mortal.

The depressing, hoarse guttural voice became even more obvious. The sound finally woke Jiang Ling next door. The girl who was crying there hurriedly scooped a bowl of water and brought it in.

But as soon as the man entered, the bowl broke away from his hand. Jiang Ling looked in shock and looked in disbelief.

There, on the bed, Du Hezhen pressed the wound on his chest with hideous eyes. The blood was slightly dim under the light, penetrated the rough cloth, and continued to flow down the cloth pattern very quickly.

Even the quilt on Du He's legs was dyed red, and the air was filled with a scent of blood.

"Ahe!"

"What are you doing?"

Jiang Ling only found his voice and rushed over, grabbed Du He's hands that were ravaging the wound and seized it tightly on his body.

She asked almost shouting: "Du He, do you want to see me die?"

"You're the end..."

Countless tears rolled down Jiang Ling's face, and she choked and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Du He couldn't speak, and the syllables squeezed out of his throat might be his expression, but no one could understand.

Recalling the past, Jiang Ling finally understood, and suddenly realized that Du He was not a sudden or accidental problem, and his problem has always existed since he entered the fishing village.

Du He, he was heartbroken.

The disease is very serious, but in order not to make yourself anxious and sad, Du He has been in nowhere, silently licking his scars in the dark and cold corner.

Jiang Ling's heart was cut like a knife, without bleeding but was terrible.

"It doesn't matter!"

"It's okay, I'll take care of you from tonight."

"I am very awesome now. Not only can I sew clothes, but I can also cook with a clay stove. After a few days, I will go to the market to buy some ducks. There are a lot of sea fish and shrimps here, which is very convenient to raise."

Jiang Ling cried while talking.

Feeling that sadness, Du He stopped moving, but his eyes were still dispersed and ethereal.

But Jiang Ling seemed to be encouraged and continued to tell: "Wait, when those little ducks grow up, we can still eat duck eggs. I know you don't like the fishy smell, but it doesn't matter if the duck eggs are boiled in brine and become fragrant."

"We..." Jiang Ling's voice suddenly choked. She had to pause, stabilized her trembling voice and her mood about to break, and forced herself to smile and said, "We can also go out to sea to fish with the old lady's son. You can see that you are no longer a sensational figure in Shanghai, but I am just a little woman."

"So we can't sit and eat the whole world, right? Our self-reliance supports ourselves."

"Tomorrow, tomorrow, after we buy the ducklings, we will go fishing and make money, okay?"

No matter how he suppressed it, the burning tears still popped out of his eyes. Even so, Jiang Ling didn't care about his own sorrow and patiently coaxed Du He.

I don’t know how much words I said, and I don’t know how long the time has passed. The stiff Du He slowly softened, but he was silent in the end.

It was not until Du He fell asleep that Jiang Ling dared to leave him and squatted on the winding coastline. Facing the deep lonely ocean, she could no longer help crying.

The next day, Jiang Ling took advantage of Du He's not awake yet and first asked the old lady to tell her about her intentions of raising ducks and fishing.

The old lady noticed that Jiang Ling was jealous and asked a little worriedly: "Miss, are you okay?"

Jiang Ling noticed that the other party's eyes were hovering in his eyes, and quickly avoided his face and said softly: "It's okay, I'm fine, I just feel that I can't eat for nothing, I have to work and make money to make a living."

What they said is reasonable. Don’t people have to work when they are alive? Otherwise they will have to go hungry. The old lady knows that something might have happened to Jiang Ling and Du He, but the couple always have to quarrel. People don’t want to say that she is not easy to ask the bottom line.

So after thinking about it, the old lady still kindly advised her: "Girl, I'm honest, fishing is not as simple as you think. She throws the net all day long, so she's tired."

"How about I'll tell you to introduce you to the fishing ground to make salted fish? You can earn a lot of money even if you're easy to work. Besides..." The old lady was about to say that you can still take care of your sick husband.

She thought Du He looked deaf because he was sick.

But before he finished speaking, he was cut off by Jiang Ling. Jiang Ling smiled and said, "Grandma, I and I are not afraid of hardship and fatigue. If we are fishing, we can be together."

Oh, it turns out that the couple didn't want to separate. The old lady smiled slightly with a deep smile very well.

Jiang Ling just vaguely felt that the grandmother's smile was very strange, and she had no idea that the other party had regarded them as husband and wife. After all, when she was staying, she said that she had escaped from the war in her hometown.

But with this idea, a young man and a woman escaped from the war, either a couple or a brother or a sister. However, looking at her eyebrows, Du He and Jiang Ling didn't look like each other at all, so the old lady naturally agreed that Jiang Ling and the two of them were real couples. The reason why they didn't live in the same room was because the man suffered from a minor illness that might be contagious.

Imagination is a wonderful thing. It can connect all the factors that appear and then come up with a natural result.

Although the result is probably a ridiculous combination.

Therefore, when the sea breeze suddenly rose in the afternoon, it caused three layers of waves on the water surface. When the weather was gloomy and about to storm, the old lady's son came back.
Chapter completed!