Everyone knows you only love her

"Doctor Zhuang, what are you looking at?"

The accompanying nurse asked curiously, looking around.

Zhuang Henan pushed his sunglasses, pursed his thin lips, and then said casually, "It's nothing, it's just that the patient looks familiar, as if he's seen it somewhere."

The nurse looked forward and saw Lu Hui, with a little regret on her face.

"This person has no name, only a serial number. It is said that he is a special patient."

Zhuang Henan took off his sunglasses, looked at Lu Hui with a pair of long and narrow red phoenix eyes, and stared at the front from a distance, "Oh? There is still someone without a name?"

"Yes, her name is 4708. I heard from the dean that it seems to be sent from the prison."

The nurse saw Zhuang Henan's abstinence, and the white coat he was wearing added a touch of professional sanctity.

Her heart was beating thumpingly, but naturally she couldn't control her mouth, and she knew everything without saying anything.

"What's wrong with her?"

Zhuang Henan asked the nurse standing beside him.

"PTSD, severe depression."

The nurse looked in Lu Hui's direction with sympathetic eyes.

She is completely different, and she is no longer the glamorous first-line female star. At this time, she is like a dog's tail flower fluttering in the wind.

He didn't talk to the nurse anymore, but walked in the direction of Lu Hui.

Afraid of disturbing her, Zhuang Henan kept a distance from her.

"Only a mother is good in the world. A child with a mother is like a treasure. If you put it in the arms of your mother, you will not be able to enjoy happiness. Without a mother, you are the most distressed. A child without a mother is like a grass. When you leave the embrace of your mother, where can you find happiness?"

Lu Hui held the small half of the swaddle in her hands blankly, patted her hands gently, and hummed a song.

It's like when the daughter was just born, she leaned against her bosom softly, with pulse, breathing and heartbeat, and the fragrance of milk.

Baby, mom misses you so much.

Think about it and think about it.

My dreams are all about you, and my heart is all about you.

Zhuang Henan heard the ballad sung by Lu Hui, and probably knew that she suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder because of the loss of her daughter.

This kind of disease is really difficult to treat.

He stepped forward and carefully looked at Lu Hui. Her hair was messy, covering most of her face, and she couldn't see the overall facial features clearly.

"Hi, I'm Dr. Zhuang, what's your name?"

Zhuang Henan tried his best to talk to Lu Hui in a coaxing tone.

She didn't respond to him, and continued to sing heartbreaking songs with the baby in her arms.

He saw that Lu Hui was covered with wounds all over his body, especially a few of his ten fingers could not grow nails, and there was a large scar left by scalding on the back of his right hand.

Looking at the silent Lu Hui, the desolation of her body aroused Zhuang Henan's sympathy.

What exactly has this person been through?

Why do you have so many scars?

Seeing the director come out, the nurse quickly called Zhuang Henan, "Doctor Zhuang, it's time to go."

Seeing that Lu Anhui didn't respond, he didn't stay any longer, and left in a hurry under the guidance of the nurse.

The deer fennel sitting under the pear tree, the pure white pear petals that the wind blows through Kazuki fluttered and fell on her body, those snow-white pear petals made her eyes red, tears rolled down, dripping on her heart.

Two years later.

On a busy morning, Qi Jingyan was sitting in the car with documents in his hands. Since Lu Hui's death, he has not closed his eyes for a day and has to rely on drugs to maintain his life every day. In just a few years, his health has deteriorated. overdraft.

"President, I went to the mental hospital over Lingnan Mountain in a while, can you go back to the company for a morning meeting?"

Ling Feng, who was driving, looked up at the rearview mirror, and asked the man in the back seat about the time arrangement.

"Going to Lingnan Mountain is just a charity event, just leave after taking pictures."

Qi Jingyan said in a gloomy voice, holding the document and continuing to review it.

"Yes."

Ling Feng said.

Only he knows how Qi Jingyan has lived these years, working hard during the day and suffering from insomnia at night, even the servants in the villa dare not step out of the room at night.

Every night, Qi Jingyan's bedroom would make some strange noises.

Only Ling Feng knew that it was a painful roar.

Because after his wife died, the CEO suffered from "wife-loving disease" and there was no cure for it, so the CEO lost control of his emotions every late night when no one was around.

Because longing is a disease.

The car drove into Lingnanshan Mental Hospital, Ling Feng stopped the car, Qi Jingyan opened the door and got out of the car, buttoned his suit jacket with one hand, and walked forward with his slender legs wrapped in suit pants.

Lu Hui was sitting under the pear tree, holding the swaddling baby in her arms, looking at the front with distracted eyes, her lips moved slightly, and she was humming again, "Only a mother is good in the world, and a child with a mother is like a baby." Chunbao..."

She sits at this end and he walks at that end.

Obviously close at hand, as if separated by the end of the world and the cape of the sea, cutting off the way for the two to meet.

"Ayan, you are here."

Zhuang Henan stepped forward, with his hands in the pockets of his white coat.

Lu Hui, who was sitting under the pear tree, heard the word "Ayan", and her eyes turned red.

Qi Jingyan, is that you?

is that you?

Her hands holding the swaddling baby were slightly tightened, and there was a mass of white pear tree petals on her knees.

The pear blossoms are all over the ground and you meet again.

"You are still as annoying as ever." Qi Jingyan said coldly, his black eyes staring coldly at his childhood friend in front of him.

Zhuang Henan didn't care about Qi Jingyan's poisonous tongue, he pointed in the direction behind him, "The reporter is here, just wait for you, the big president, to arrive."

Qi Jingyan was not in the mood to listen to him, and for the first time, he focused on things other than Lu Hui.

Zhuang Henan followed his gloomy gaze, walked up to him and stood still, and said in a low voice, "That man is very pitiful, he seems to have lost his baby, do you want to go and have a look?"

Lufen, am I dazzled?

In this world, there is someone who looks like you.

It's just that she is too thin and weak, and you, who are stubborn and tenacious, are two completely different people.

You see, I lost my mind again and mistakenly compared other people with you.

These years, I have not had a good life, and that child has grown up, wait for me, after this year, I will accompany you, okay?

I had someone customize a diamond ring and a wedding dress for you. When you were born, I failed to give you a grand wedding. After I die, I am willing to spread ten miles of red makeup for you and carry eight palanquins to marry you.

In that world, how about we be a happy and carefree ghost couple?

Qi Jingyan stood there with a pair of black eyes as deep as the sea.

Lu Hui, who was sitting under the pear tree, couldn't help but shed tears. She didn't know why she was crying crazily.

Qi Jingyan, it turns out that my love for you is no longer.

Zhuang Henan accompanied Qi Jingyan to the direction of the reporter, he turned his head three times a step, still looking at Lu Hui not far away.

He lost his love and had regrets in his heart, but it was too late.

[The author has something to say]

It's Wednesday, two more days and it's the weekend again.In the new day, votes are cast, reminders are stamped, chapter comments are posted, oh, don’t forget to order praise.Also, I haven't said the three words I love you, have I?Hee hee, in return, I get your love, I should also say love to you.I wish you a beautiful mood, smooth work, and hard work in your new day! ! !