349. Chapter 349 All the way to the white head [349]
After saying this, Song Lianyi fell into coma.
The past seems to be far away, but when I recall it, it is still vivid in my mind, as if it has been completely engraved in my bones, deeply rooted, and can never be eliminated.
At that time, Xiao Jingchen was exhausted from negotiating with Gu Hao and various government officials. He was exhausted both physically and mentally. While hurting himself, it would also only hurt her.
And now?
Xiao Jingchen, can you really tell Lianyi to stop being hurt and cry?
He just went to the hospital for a checkup. According to Qingtong, the poison he had been poisoned was rapidly spreading throughout his body.
His life was far less than three months.
He will face death at any time!
Death is not terrible!
For Xiao Jingchen, who has sacrificed all his good years for the people of Dongning; for Xiao Jingchen, who is tired of fighting for power with Gu Hao every day and is always in the bloody storm... death, for him, can actually be regarded as a relief.
.
However, now he is reluctant to die...
He couldn't bear to leave the ripples, and he couldn't bear to let such a beautiful ripple feel sad and sad because of his own death.
She should be like this now, shining on herself and others like a little sun, instead of becoming depressed and losing her happiness because of his death...
The more I think like this, the pain in my heart becomes unbearable.
My heart was in pain due to losing control of my emotions.
Xiao Jingchen's already pale face became even whiter and completely lost all color. He frowned, fearing that Lianyi would find out, so he suddenly reached out and grabbed her hand, and then pulled her along the long snowy road.
The road goes forward step by step.
Ripple narrowed her eyes and smiled, looking at his back happily, sticking out her tongue mischievously, her right hand was held by him, and her feet were stepping on the footprints he left in the snow, following step by step.
Behind him.
One step at a time, one smile at a time.
For a long time, neither of them spoke, they just held each other's hands, stepped on each other's footprints in the snow, and walked forward step by step.
After the silence, it seemed that as long as I continued walking in the snow, I could reach the end of my life and grasp the elusive happiness.
During the long period of calm, Xiao Jingchen suddenly put down the big black umbrella held by his right hand. However, the left hand holding her hand tightened, letting snowflakes fall on their hair and shoulders...
Before you know it, white snowflakes have fallen all over your hair, as if your hair has turned white instantly.
He continued to move forward, clasping each other's hands, looking up at the falling snowflakes in the sky, a soft smile suddenly appeared on the corners of his lips, and his voice was clear but sweet.
"Lianyi, it's snowing. If we don't hold an umbrella and keep walking, can we go all the way to Baitou..."
The current Song Lianyi has no idea how pleading and painful it must have been for Xiao Jingchen to say these words.
It is obviously a simple wish, but it is so difficult to realize it.
Many years later, on a certain day of the month, when another first snow fell, a pair of twin children accompanied Song Lianyi. The mother and son walked quietly through every street, but there was no man beside her.
The most beautiful season, the most wonderful time, such beautiful words of love were spoken. After saying these words, Song Lianyi fell into coma.
The past seems to be far away, but when I recall it, it is still vivid in my mind, as if it has been completely engraved in my bones, deeply rooted, and can never be eliminated.
At that time, Xiao Jingchen was exhausted from negotiating with Gu Hao and various government officials. He was exhausted both physically and mentally. While hurting himself, it would also only hurt her.
And now?
Xiao Jingchen, can you really tell Lianyi to stop being hurt and cry?
He just went to the hospital for a checkup. According to Qingtong, the poison he had been poisoned was rapidly spreading throughout his body.
His life was far less than three months.
He will face death at any time!
Death is not terrible!
For Xiao Jingchen, who has sacrificed all his good years for the people of Dongning; for Xiao Jingchen, who is tired of fighting for power with Gu Hao every day and is always in the bloody storm... death, for him, can actually be regarded as a relief.
.
However, now he is reluctant to die...
He couldn't bear to leave the ripples, and he couldn't bear to let such a beautiful ripple feel sad and sad because of his own death.
She should be like this now, shining on herself and others like a little sun, instead of becoming depressed and losing her happiness because of his death...
The more I think like this, the pain in my heart becomes unbearable.
My heart was in pain due to losing control of my emotions.
Xiao Jingchen's already pale face became even whiter and completely lost all color. He frowned, fearing that Lianyi would find out, so he suddenly reached out and grabbed her hand, and then pulled her along the long snowy road.
The road goes forward step by step.
Ripple narrowed her eyes and smiled, looking at his back happily, sticking out her tongue mischievously, her right hand was held by him, and her feet were stepping on the footprints he left in the snow, following step by step.
Behind him.
One step at a time, one smile at a time.
For a long time, neither of them spoke, they just held each other's hands, stepped on each other's footprints in the snow, and walked forward step by step.
After the silence, it seemed that as long as I continued walking in the snow, I could reach the end of my life and grasp the elusive happiness.
During the long period of calm, Xiao Jingchen suddenly put down the big black umbrella held by his right hand. However, the left hand holding her hand tightened, letting snowflakes fall on their hair and shoulders...
Before you know it, white snowflakes have fallen all over your hair, as if your hair has turned white instantly.
He continued to move forward, clasping each other's hands, looking up at the falling snowflakes in the sky, a soft smile suddenly appeared on the corners of his lips, and his voice was clear but sweet.
"Lianyi, it's snowing. If we don't hold an umbrella and keep walking, can we go all the way to Baitou..."
The current Song Lianyi has no idea how pleading and painful it must have been for Xiao Jingchen to say these words.
It is obviously a simple wish, but it is so difficult to realize it.
Many years later, on a certain day of the month, when another first snow fell, a pair of twin children accompanied Song Lianyi. The mother and son walked quietly through every street, but there was no man beside her.
The most beautiful season, the most wonderful time, these beautiful words of love are spoken.