"Mr. Tang, your illness has reached an advanced stage. I'm sorry that I can't do anything." The doctor put down the X-ray photo in his hand and said regretfully.
Tang Yixiu sat for a while and then said, "Oh, how long can I live?"
"Three months."
"Thank you." Tang Yixiu stood up from the chair and left the medical room.
Walking on the street, Tang Yixiu suddenly felt that the world had changed.
The first thing he thought of was her, Liang Yimo.
The woman he has been guarding for six years, fortunately, his six years of waiting has not been in vain. He has waited for her to rely on her, his Mo'er, who can't even take care of himself, and also needs to take care of a child. There will be no more in the future.
What should she do?
There were very light footsteps coming from behind, it was Qingqing.
She originally wanted to scare him from behind, but he discovered it early. Although she was very unhappy, she still hugged him and let her hug him.
Tang Yixiu bent down, carried Qingqing to a chair aside and sat down. Qingqing kept staring at the photo in his hand. He handed it to her and smiled, "Qingqing, this is your father."
As expected, Qingqing stared at the man in the photo without blinking and said nothing, feeling a little bored.
Before he left, he had to arrange everything for his Moer.
One day.
"I met him!"
"I went back to the United States a while ago and saw that this scarf suited you very well, so I bought it."
"It really suits you."
"So what?"
"As soon as he appeared, you became uneasy. Liang Yimo, when will you be able to see your own heart clearly?"
"That's because you don't want to escape at all. Liang Yimo, you are so cruel to me!"
"Liang Yimo, marry me!"
"It turns out that I really made you so unbearable. After six years of companionship, I think too highly of myself."
It wasn't until he kissed her at the end that he realized how sweet she was and how reluctant she was to let go. He used all his strength to kiss her fiercely, even a little roughly. He wanted to kiss her all at once, but he couldn't.
In the end, I let go.
This is the last time I look at her.
He wanted to keep her in his heart.
He finally chose to give up.
He admitted that he had no confidence and that he could control everything except his own life and death.
After half a month of chemotherapy, he weighed 140 kilograms and suddenly weighed more than 100 kilograms. Suddenly one day he found that he had no strength to hold the water glass. The water glass in his hand suddenly fell on his bed, but he felt
No pain, just numb.
It really fits the saying that sickness comes like a mountain.
Again, when he received her call, he thought it was an illusion. He refused the nurse to take the phone for him, and held the phone with both hands and put it to his ear. Even though she didn't speak, he could still hear that it was her breathing.
.
"Mo'er, is that you?"
I know how happy he is.
During the half month of chemotherapy, he had become numb, and the disease began to destroy his will and even his spirit.
He was suddenly afraid that one day he would fall asleep and no longer be able to hear her voice, but he didn't want her to see him like this.
"Qingqing is missing." I could tell the girl was crying on the phone.
Hey! She still has a conscience. The more she behaves like this, the more reluctant he is to leave this world.
"Where is Ye Chen?" Such a thing happened, why was this man not by her side.
"He has already gone to look for him, but there is no news yet."
Listening to her eager explanation on the phone, his heart felt like a knife.
However, Ye Chen had better be here, otherwise he won't let him go if he acts like a ghost.
He can't protect him for the rest of his life.
"As long as he is here, Qingqing will definitely find it. Don't worry, cough..."
He coughed accidentally.
He has been coughing a lot lately and has gotten used to it.
"What's wrong with you?" she asked eagerly.
He smiled, she still had him in her heart, "It's nothing, I probably didn't sleep well last night and had a cold."
"oh."
She was obviously very disappointed.
This girl must have relied on him for a long time and came to him habitually.
Suddenly I felt a little reluctant.
"Well, it's okay then."
"good."
"Mo'er."
"What's wrong?"
"Actually, it's nothing. I'm getting married."
"Oh, congratulations."
"Thank you. My fiancée is a little jealous when she knows what happened between you and me. Let's not contact each other in the future..."
Suddenly I couldn't speak and my breathing was short.
"From now on, if you have anything to do, just ask my mother and ask her to convey it to me."
"okay."
"Well, see you then."
"goodbye."
With a bang, the phone fell to the floor, and his hands lost control again.
He has been getting poorer and poorer recently, and he doesn't know why he suddenly told such a big lie in the end, maybe to make her feel at ease.
Just like this, it made her feel that she was still alive, living in a certain corner of the world, getting married and having children, that would be fine.
For three months, he had no contact with his mother in the United States because he really didn't know how to face her.
How can she not feel uncomfortable when a white-haired person gives a black-haired person a gift?
When his mother came, she already knew everything. When she saw him lying in a circle on the hospital bed, she cried and rushed towards him, "My son..."
But he looked at his mother helplessly. He knew that her mother was very strong. He had known that she was very strong since she took him across the ocean alone when he was a child and came to the United States to work alone.
What he was helpless about was that fate was playing tricks on people.
"Mom, don't be sad, let me walk through this last part of the road peacefully."
He held his mother's hand, just like many years ago, when he was lying on the bed with a high fever, holding his mother's beautiful hands, she would be alone from now on.
"Son, what's the matter with asking mom to come over?"
Look, her mother is very strong, much stronger than her. Without her father, her mother can work hard alone. But without his Mo'er to take care of him, he really can't imagine that he has already experienced it when she committed suicide.
"Mom, Mo'er's Qingqing is missing. You have to help her find it no matter what. Please."
How unfilial he is, he has never begged her since he was a child, but he just can't let her go.
His mother wiped away his tears, covered him with a quilt, helped him take medicine, and left.
He knew that his mother would definitely help him achieve it.
When Tang Yixiu was dying, his whole body lost consciousness of paralysis.
At that moment, he was in his mother's warm embrace, and her mother was arranging his hair. He said, "Mom, on May 24th every year from now on, help me send a puzzle to Qingqing. If Mo'er comes to see me
, tell her I don’t want to see her, I’m living a good life..."
He seemed to have returned to his childhood, when his father had just passed away, and he would just follow her behind her without saying a word.
The one with two braids and a white skirt.
"Smelly stone, so stupid."
"Stop following me!"
"Hey, why don't you speak? If you don't speak, then stop following me."
…
"Xiao Xiu, when you grow up, would you like to marry Yi Mo home as your wife?"
His eyes slowly began to blur.
His last shot in this world was of the girl handing her the lollipop.