3989. Chapter 3989 What should I do if my father is dead 5
When a person is old, he is to have a companion who follows him. When a young man is old, only the elderly understand that the feelings of needing a partner are actually much more intense than those of young people - at least, those lonely and dark nights
, If someone is with you, you can hold someone's hand and someone can talk to you at any time.
Especially, he experienced such a long and lonely years in Beiwudang - the second half of his life was almost entirely lonely, especially in the last seven or eight years, he almost couldn't meet Fangfei, no love for husband and wife, no family happiness, only
I suffer alone in the lonely years, and wait until... until she finally has a day of freedom!!!
All he had accompanied him were lonely stone walls, cold weeds, and cold snowflakes blown by the wind. He had tried to speak for three months without saying anything. When he was crazy, he could not even speak.
At this time, he was afraid that the person who accompanied him would leave, and his eyes were covered in blood all day long.
After waiting for more than twenty years in this life, it was finally time for her to speak freely with her - is she going to lose it?
The best famous doctor in Luoyang City was invited.
However, Fangfei still had high fever. Later, she became very haggard, and her whole hand almost withered. When she stretched out, she was skinny and bony.
Luo Jia put her hand into the quilt, but after a while, she stretched out again.
He took it in for her again, but saw the bracelet on her wrist - she had saved ten cents and bought it with the vendor.
Now put on your wrist, it's empty.
His heart was cut like a knife.
The life that had been raising for a long time, was already like the grass that grew again in the spring breeze, and had become much green, emitting a new and tenacious vitality. However, after this blow, he quickly became haggard again
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Her body kept trembling as it was cold and hot.
He took off his pajamas and hugged her tightly in his arms, just as she used to warm herself.
"Little thing, is it cold?"
She didn't answer, her consciousness was scattered.
Just snuggling tightly at him, too weak to look decent.