[６９书吧-ＷＷＷ-ＷＷＷ６９ＨＵＵＣＭＯ】 Back at the hospital, You Yang was leaning on the bedside and concentrating on drawing. Mumu stood at the door, staring at his serious profile with relief. The negativity that had been lingering in the past few days
The emotions were also blown away by the wind at this moment.
She is too stupid and naive, and she still wants to believe what Rong Shen says. For such a playboy, will what he says be true?
She needs money, but...she still has a pair of hands, right?
There must be a way.
As long as they love each other and share the joys and sorrows, they can get through the difficulties. God will not make things difficult for kind people.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but take a deep breath, put on a bright smile, and shouted from afar: "You Yang."
Hearing her voice, You Yang, who was concentrating on drawing just a second ago, suddenly panicked. He quickly closed the drawing board, turned his head and smiled stiffly at her, "It's so early today."
"I'm afraid you'll be hungry!" Mumu didn't notice his strange behavior and gently put the porridge in his hand on the table, "What kind of porridge do you think it is today?"
He patted the seat next to him lovingly and asked her to sit over, then put an arm around her shoulders and said, "Barley porridge."
Mumu pursed her lips in dissatisfaction, "Why don't you guess shrimp and lean meat?"
"Little stupid pig, if you take the initiative to let me guess, that means you must not have bought shrimps or lean meat."
"No, I don't want you to be so smart. It makes me look stupid."
"You are stupid, but I like it." He leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. His lips were cold and a little blue. People with a weak heart usually have abnormal lip color. "I'm tired today.
?"
"Fortunately, I ran into a small piece of news today, and finally I didn't get scolded any more."
‘Your editor-in-chief is too bad.”
Mumu shook his head and denied, "He just likes to curse people and has a fierce attitude. In fact, he is really good to me. He said he would deduct my salary, but he never actually deducted it. Let's not talk about it. What did you draw today?
Let me see..."
She went to get his drawing board, and he immediately held her hand nervously, "I haven't drawn anything, just sketches. I'm hungry, let's eat porridge first."
"Well, this bowl is yours, with eggs added."
He took it silently, weighing more than a thousand gold pieces.
For them, the huge hospitalization expenses have made their lives very difficult. He also has to pay attention to nutritious diet every day. Even the eggs are only for him, and she only eats porridge.
Seeing her getting thinner and thinner, his heart seemed to be blocked by the egg and he couldn't eat it.
His biggest wish was to give her a happy and beautiful life, without having to go through such hard work in the wind and rain. The money he earned from painting could make her food and clothing comfortable, and he would also hold an art exhibition for her.
, the characters in all the paintings are her, even if there is no audience, she is still a masterpiece in his heart, but he is a serious heart disease patient, and he doesn’t know when one day, he will suddenly leave her, and he will give her nothing.
I can't give her... nothing.
After finishing the porridge, the two leaned together and listened to music, a piece with a very sad melody.
She called softly, "You Yang."
"Um?"
"If you had the opportunity to go abroad for treatment, would you go?"
He opened his eyes and turned to smile at her, "Is there such an opportunity? Where do we get the money?"
"I will find a way to make money."
He shook his head and rested his head on one of her shoulders. A smile gradually appeared on his pale face, "Mumu, you have done enough for me. Be obedient. You don't need to work so hard anymore. Even if I die,
Even if you die, you will have no regrets..."
Because of her, I loved him so painstakingly.
She quickly covered his mouth and said nervously: "You are not allowed to talk about death, You Yang, as long as there is hope, we cannot give up."
He was startled for a moment and finally nodded, "Okay, don't give up."
For her, he will not give up.
When I woke up, it was already the morning of the next day. The doctor came to check the ward and saw two people hugging each other, like a pair of tangled vines, each drawing strength and encouragement from the other to continue to survive.
"You guys love each other so much, the little nurses in the hospital are so jealous." The doctor joked while standing beside the bed.
Mumu opened his eyes first and smiled sheepishly, "Uncle, you came to peek early in the morning."
"I am an aboveboard voyeur."
You Yang also woke up, said hello to the doctor, and glanced unnaturally at the drawing board beside him, with a trace of confusion between his brows.
"I will be discharged from the hospital after another examination today. I need to take good care of myself after going home." The doctor said optimistically.
Hearing the good news, Mumu grabbed You Yang's hand excitedly, with hope shining in her eyes. As long as she didn't give up, there would be hope.
Several people were analyzing You Yang's condition when suddenly a voice at the door asked: "Is there a person named You Yang here?"
Mumu Xunsheng looked over and saw two policemen standing there.
She subconsciously used her body to protect You Yang behind her, as if someone was beating a snare drum in her heart.
You Yang has been lying in the hospital. He should have done nothing illegal or disciplinary. Why would the police look for him?
The policeman strode over, checked the medical record card beside the bed, confirmed the name on it, and then took out his ID, "Are you You Yang?"
You Yang's face became even paler, but he nodded calmly, "I am."
"We recently destroyed a den that specializes in pornographic comics. According to their leader, some of the comics were written by you, right?"
Porn comics?
Mumu was the first to jump out and object, "You must have made a mistake. He has been staying in the hospital all this time. How could he be involved in this kind of thing? And...he can't draw that kind of painting."
For You Yang, who has always dreamed of becoming a great painter, he has lofty ambitions and even has the aloofness of an artist. How could he draw such vulgar and obscene comics?
The policeman said nothing, but looked at You Yang.
You Yang kept his head lowered, and then a smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth. His long knuckles gently pulled the corner of Mumu's clothes, "Mumu, I did it."
Yes, he agreed to the boss who had been looking for him for a long time to draw cartoons for their website. He promised to give him a large sum of money. When he completed the first painting, he felt that his hands were no longer worthy of working with him.
Art has become a companion. But, so what, for him now, art and dreams are bullshit. As long as she does not let her suffer with him anymore, even if it can only relieve her a little burden, he can do anything.
"No." Mumu grabbed his shoulders excitedly, her eyes almost penetrated his heart. Facing such a persistent gaze, he smiled bitterly, raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes, "Mumu, I
I let you down."
She put her arms around him and said, "No, you didn't let me down."
How could she not understand why he did this? He could give up the dignity of art just to prevent her from having such hard work anymore. She understood, she understood.
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