Mushiji [Pleasure]

When Wen Qianshu reacted, he had already followed him onto the elevator. Wen Zhengde was much younger than she remembered, and when he saw her coming, he helped hold the door key.

"See a patient?"

Wen Qianshu shook his head, raised his bag, and smiled: "My friend is a doctor here, I'm passing by to see her."

Wen Zhengde: "Oh oh."

Wen Qianshu glanced at the floor they pressed down, and pressed it up two floors.

The elevator is narrow and pressing, one side of the grid circles the other side is silent, only the humming of the elevator can be heard in the ears.

Wen Qianshu took two steps back. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the woman lowered her head and looked at her phone. Wen Zhengde looked at the woman's screen and frowned again, but said nothing.

When the floor arrived, the two of them went out, leaving Wen Qianshu alone. The elevator door closed, as if it had run out of oxygen in an instant and turned into a hollow tombstone.

With a "ding", the elevator reached the floor that Wen Qianshu had chosen. However, Wen Qianshu just watched the elevator door open and close, and stopped in place.

Wen Qianshu lowered his eyes, stared at a row of number keys, and finally pressed the floor. She walked out all the way, wandering in the corridor without knowing her destination. When she turned around, she saw Wen Zhengde pushed open the door and walked out to the elevator in a hurry.

Wen Qianshu was silent for a moment, then took two steps, walked to the door, and looked inside.

She saw the man on the hospital bed, in a plaster cast, pale and gloomy.

Wen Qianshu.

Or, it was Wen Qianshu at the age of fifteen or sixteen.

The woman was holding a bottle and talking: "Qianshu, you can take a sip. This is a good thing. I asked for it from a master. It restores the muscles and bones from the inside and makes people grow bones-"

The man on the bed tilted his head and closed his mouth.

The woman leaned over and stubbornly poured it into her mouth: "I know the last time you drank it, it was very painful, but I asked the master, it proves that the medicine is effective! It's detoxification. Really, listen to your mother and take a sip. If it doesn't taste good, just eat some sugar and drink it."

"Aren't you eating sugar? Oops, just listen to what Mommy says—it's a good thing, take a sip—"

She doesn't want to drink.

She obviously didn't want to drink.

That's not what the doctor prescribed at all.

stop.

please stop-

Wen Qianshu wanted to reach out and push the door, but found that he couldn't move. A familiar electronic voice sounded in her ear: "Why are you here?"

Wen Qianshu: "2333?"

2333: "You can't go forward."

2333: "Wen Qianshu, each world is intersected—"

"This world may just overlap the time and space you once lived in. You must not go in and change it, otherwise no one knows what will happen."

Wen Qianshu didn't answer, she just looked at the room. The woman finally succeeded and poured the "magic medicine" down, her face full of joy and her eyebrows stretched.

2333 said a lot, and found that Wen Qianshu did not answer, and followed her line of sight, but found that the person on the hospital bed closed his eyes, and there was a tear in the corner of his eye.

2333 was stunned.

It hardly ever thought that Wen Qianshu would cry.

Wen Qianshu suddenly said, "You said—"

2333 cautiously: "What?"

Wen Qianshu: "Nothing. Untie this, I don't know anything, I want to leave."

You say, who does her mother love?

A sickly body?

Or a container that carries maternal love?

Who is lying in the hospital bed?

Is it a person?

Or a symbol that exists as a daughter?

2333: "You don't stay-"

"What are you staying for?" Wen Qianshu sneered, "Are you watching a play?"

2333 was stunned by her: "I, she, but she—"

"Didn't you say I can't make any changes?" Wen Qianshu, "Then what's the use of me staying here?"

2333 didn't understand either. Logically, the overlap of time and space is something that rarely occurs. Unless something very important happened in this time and space that affected the main god.

And Wen Qianshu's files for this period of time were all blocked, and 2333 always felt that something had happened.

But when it comes to the main god, 2333 can't say anything more with a system, so he will release the physical restrictions for Wen Qianshu. Wen Qianshu turned around and left, walking quickly towards the elevator. When the elevator door opened, she noticed that the elevator beside her was also approaching this floor, Wen Qianshu thought, it was probably Wen Zhengde. She's always arguing, but never does anything father.

Wen Qianshu entered the elevator and watched the elevator door slowly close. The elevator door on the other side opened at this time, Jiang Mingyue lowered his head, put down his mobile phone, and raised his hand to pull on his mask.

2333: "I'm really leaving this time, go back and write a report, you—"

Wen Qianshu: "I'm fine."

She walked out of the hospital, smiled, took out her mobile phone, and only sent her a message when she saw Jiang Mingyue-"I see, see you at dinner."

2333 also saw: "You?"

Wen Qianshu: "We are still together."

2333: "Oh, you told me you liked girls earlier - it made me worry for a long time at that time."

God knows how frightened it was to find out that Wen Qianshu was with Jiang Mingyue.

Wen Qianshu smiled: "Don't care about these little details."

"I tell you, you won't worry that I like Shen Ting?"

2333: "..."

2333: "Farewell."

Wen Qianshu smiled.

It had rained a few days ago, and the wooden chairs outside the hospital were still a little damp. Wen Qianshu casually found an empty one, wiped it with a piece of paper, and sat down.

She straightened her legs, leaned her head back on the chair, and looked at the sky above her head.

She thought about it later.

She thought that after graduation, her mother must stay in this city to study college and work, and she remembered that her mother said that she was too vulnerable, which was to protect her.

She remembered that she applied to a school far away, she remembered that they started arguing, she remembered the countless quarrels they had in the future.

She remembered her mother's tears: "I'm so kind to you, that's how you treat me?"

"Wen Qianshu, you are a jerk!"

ungrateful--

That's right, Wen Qianshu's heart and soul—

She began to question all affection, she suspected that it was only hurt in the name of love; she began to refuse to reveal her heart, and began to lie...

2333: "Are you really all right?"

Wen Qianshu: "You haven't left yet?"

2333: "Am I worried about you?"

Wen Qianshu closed her eyes and said with a smile, "What's there to worry about. I can save Shen Ting—"

"Can't you save yourself?"

Wen Qianshu knew what would happen in the future, she knew.

She knew that her mother would start buying health care products, but she didn't want to drag her down, so she borrowed money secretly. She also knew that after she found out, she would give a part of the money every month, but no more. She knew that those relatives were scolding her, that they were gossiping about her parents...

She knew that later she insisted on moving out, and the next time she suddenly fell ill, she would die in her own house.

I will meet 2333, I will meet—

Jiang Mingyue.

Wen Qianshu opened his eyes, exhaled, and sat up straight, but saw a person standing in the corner outside the hospital—Wen Zhengde.

There are cigarette butts on the ground under the man's feet. He smoked with his eyes down, smoking fiercely, frowning into ravines. I don't know how much of this gully is because of his wife, and how much is because of his daughter?

When a person is young, he is always unwilling to live an ordinary life, and longs to be a great man.

It was only later that I discovered that ordinary life is very difficult.

Wen Qianshu thought that he and Jiang Mingyue would not last long.

But I didn't expect that they really had to keep going.

Wen Qianshu became less and less at home, running around, fascinated by the scenery, painting the sunset, painting the desert, painting the white snow, and stretching the green hills. She travels home and abroad, drinking mulled wine at the Christmas market, and crossing the Butterfly Spring at Shili Gallery.

Jiang Mingyue was busy saving people, taking apprentices, and performing operations on a platform. Anyone who mentions Jiang Mingyue must praise Dr. Jiang for his greatness.

A few years later, Moon passed away, Wen Qianshu wanted to have another cat, but Jiang Mingyue refused. Jiang Mingyue put away the toys he liked, put them in the box, and sealed them in the corner: "I don't care anymore, I'm sad."

Brought sad.

Later, the people I knew disappeared one by one.

It was an early morning. Grandma Shen didn't open her eyes again, and only left a box of mung bean cakes for Shen Ting that she made last night.

A class teacher who has been amazing all his life, his funeral is also better than others. How many students come and go, in various industries, who has never been murdered?

Zhang Zisheng fell ill from overwork and collapsed in the audience. He called an ambulance and was admitted to the hospital. After checking that all the indicators were wrong, he was so frightened that he stopped working and took good care of his illness, but he finally left. Luo Qing, Wen Xue, Shen Ting...

The photos became black and white, and they became the vacant seats at the reunions of classmates.

The day of Jiang Mingyue Bai Shou [1] was a sunny day.

Wen Qianshu ordered a cake for her early and asked someone to bring her lunch. Jiang Mingyue was wearing reading glasses, watching her boil water to prepare noodles. Wen Qianshu used to run around, and his legs were still neat, but Jiang Mingyue worked overtime and performed surgery all the year round, and her waist always hurt, even sitting.

Wen Qianshu: "Aren't you going to call your students?"

Jiang Mingyue shook his head.

Sitting on the sofa, she watched Wen Qianshu go to the refrigerator to get some noodles, and suddenly asked, "Do you believe in the afterlife?"

Wen Qianshu smiled: "Aren't you a doctor? Believe this?"

"Occasionally believe in it." Jiang Mingyue said, "Some people can't be cured, and if they leave, they make a wish that they will be healthy in the next life."

"It will feel better in my heart."

Wen Qianshu: "That's right."

Jiang Mingyue: "Do you believe it?"

Wen Qianshu: "I don't know."

Not believe it or not, just don't know. Whether it is an afterlife or reincarnation, it seems that it is always about long-term promises, but Wen Qianshu is vigilant and suspicious of everything that involves the long-term.

But Jiang Mingyue still said: "It would be nice if there was."

"If there is an afterlife - I must meet you sooner."

Seeing that the water was boiling, Wen Qianshu poured the noodles in and asked with a smile, "Huh? Didn't we know each other since high school?"

"Yes." Jiang Mingyue, "But I only fell in love with you later."

"It's too late, it's still too late."

Not enough, not enough.

Want more time, want longer.

Jiang Mingyue felt severe back pain, so she couldn't help but move and changed her sitting position: "If there is a next life, I must meet you and fall in love with you earlier."

Wen Qianshu was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Why—"

She wanted to ask Jiang Mingyue why she suddenly started to say these disgusting love words, but she finally stopped and just said, "Okay."

If there is a next life, we should meet and fall in love earlier.

Jiang Mingyue: "You promised."

Wen Qianshu: "Well, I agreed."

The doorbell rang, Wen Qianshu glanced at the clock and walked towards the door: "Did it arrive so soon?"

"I thought it would be in an hour."

Jiang Mingyue shouted again: "Wen Qianshu."

Wen Qianshu stopped and turned around: "Huh?"

The doorbell rang in a hurry, and Jiang Mingyue sat there, sitting on the leather sofa. She still had her long hair, which was neat and dignified in silver curls. The corners of her eyes were already wrinkled, but her pupils were still light, like amber.

Jiang Mingyue: "I love you."

Another hurried doorbell, and a knock on the door: "Is there anyone?"

Wen Qianshu: "Here it is."

She said to Jiang Mingyue, "Wait, I'll go get a cake and come back."

Jiang Mingyue: "Okay."

Okay.

Wen Qianshu hurriedly opened the door and said, "Just put it on the ground."

After she signed, she closed the door, and hurried over with a smile: "Your cake is here, I specially asked you to spread more cream, it will be very--"

The word "sweet" was not spoken.

Her Moon closed her eyes and lowered her head slightly.

His normally straight back finally bent, and he reclined on the sofa as if he had fallen asleep.

She is dead.

The author has something to say: [1] Bai Shou, one hundred characters less than one horizontal line, is the ninety-ninth birthday.

Be a little selfish, let Wen Qianshu still live and dance at ninety-nine.

The next chapter is the second world.

than heart (1/1)