He fell in love with the brain in the revenge script

He waited and waited in the house where Wen Changling grew up, until dark, then until dawn, but he did not wait for Wen Changling.

three hours ago.

"My name is Wen Changling." Wen Changling asked Qin Qi, "Are you my father?"

"I do not know either."

Wen Changling's cell phone rang at this time, it was Yan Boyong calling.There is only one possibility that Yan Boyong will call her.

"Grandpa Yan."

"Chang Ling." Yan Boyong said, "Yan Cong is waiting for you."

Wen Changling immediately walked down the mountain.

Qin Qi stopped her: "Miss Wen."

She stood there and looked back.

"Can you tell me your current address?"

"Hetang Street, No. 530 No. [-]."

Goodbye, Mr. Qin.

Wen Changling went down the mountain.

*****
Wen Changling booked the latest flight back to the imperial capital.When we arrived at Dihong Hospital, it was almost eleven o'clock.

Yan Cong was in the intensive care unit, and the attending doctor and Jiang Youyou were there, but there was nothing they could do for Yan Cong.Yan Cong's ability to survive until now is already one of the very few.

Wen Changling changed into sterile clothes and went in and sat down.

"Yan Cong."

Yan Cong slowly opened his eyes.

Wen Changling felt that she was too greedy. Just because she said she was not ready yet, she made Yan Cong suffer for so long. The handsome young man who was full of energy at the beginning was now tortured by illness and was almost out of shape.

He moved his fingers: "Long Ling."

"Yes." Wen Changling held his hand, "I'm here."

"I made an agreement with my uncle. If you want to go to Qin's house, go find him."

"Ah."

"If you encounter something you can't solve, go to my grandpa and he will help you."

"Ah."

He was delivering his last words, and it was very difficult to speak every word because of the catheter inserted into his nasal cavity.

"Chang Ling, I haven't encountered many blessings in my life. I'm very happy to meet you."

His life was too short, only 19 years.

He didn't meet parents who loved him, he practiced sports since he was a child, and he didn't get to take a good look at the world. He was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer at the age of 17. After the operation, he gave up sports and failed to make it to the Olympics.After two years of living a normal life, the cancer recurred and I was unable to truly love someone.

This is his 19th year.

Apart from his grandfather, his only good fortune was meeting Wen Changling, a man who would prepare sweets for him when he took medicine.

"I know you think of me as Ana."

"elder sister."

Yan Cong rarely calls Wen Changling sister.Only when she insisted on calling him Ana every time she was drunk, would he briefly play Ana and call her sister.

"I am Yan Cong."

Wen Changling put her other hand on the back of the chair and held it tightly. There was a piece of plastic in her palm, which was a plastic spoon used to prepare meals on the plane. She broke it off.She didn't know why she was taken off the plane. The plastic cut the skin on her palms. She was unconscious and answered Yan Cong dully and mechanically: "I know, I know."

you do not know.

"Chang Ling, I'm very..."

I like you very much.

Yan Cong swallowed these words in the end. He couldn't tell Wen Changling as it would make her even more sad.

"Don't cry." He promised Wen Changling, "I won't die."

Wen Changling was like a soulless puppet, sitting blankly, speechless. Only his eyes were alive and they were crying.

Yan Cong felt like he could hardly open his eyelids.

He had already met Wen Changling and it was time for him to leave.

"Changling, I have something to tell my grandpa."

Wen Changling seemed not to hear.

Yan Boyong nodded to Jiang Youyou, and Jiang Youyou came over: "Chang Ling."

Wen Changling came to his senses, stood up, looked at Yan Cong, and then went out.

Yan Boyong sat in front of the hospital bed, with white hair and tears.

"Xiao Cong, grandpa is here."

Yan Cong's eyes had begun to wander.

"Grandpa," he said slowly and with difficulty in enunciating the words, "you promised me that you would not let me die in front of an old man."

"Grandpa will take you away. Grandpa will take you away now."

*****
Wen Changling watched Yan Cong leave in the car.

Yan Cong said he was going home.He closed his eyes and lay quietly. Then the car door closed and he disappeared from Wen Changling's sight.Wen Changling remembered her first meeting with Yan Cong.

Colleagues in the department said that a hockey boy came to the oncology department. He was good-looking, but unfortunately he had a bad life and got pancreatic cancer.Colleagues also said that the hockey boy came from a good family, had a bad temper, refused to take medicine, and liked to embarrass medical staff.

When Yan Cong was rolling around on the bed and throwing things in pain, Wen Changling came.

"younger brother."

She gently pulled the quilt covering Yan Cong's head: "It will hurt more if you don't take medicine."

"Get lost." Who is your brother?

Wen Changling peeled off a piece of candy and put his hand in from the quilt.

Yan Cong opened the quilt: "Get out-"

He opened his mouth and a hard candy was stuffed into his mouth.

There was a slight smile in Wen Changling's eyes, but it was blocked by his glasses: "Isn't it sweet?"

Very sweet.

Yan Cong has been addicted to sweets since he was a child.

"My name is Wen Changling."

Daring nurse.If he wanted to, he could put her out of a job right away.

He turned away.

"Yan Cong."

He bit the candy in his mouth and said vaguely: "My name is Yan Cong."

Wen Changling called him: "Brother Yan Cong."

He was impatient: "My name is Yan Cong!"

When they first met, Wen Changling called Yan Cong his younger brother.

She didn't know that Yan Cong fell in love with her at first sight, she didn't know, and she would never know.Pancreatic cancer is the king of cancers. He is not qualified. He cannot even provide the most basic companionship, so he cannot tell her.

Wen Changling stood in front of the hospital from night to day the next day. The piece of plastic he had brought from the plane was thrown at his feet, dripping with blood.

"Long age."

Fu Ying rushed over.

Wen Changling turned her head sluggishly, her feet had long been numb and could not move: "Yueyue." She was stunned and murmured, "Yan Cong is gone too."

Fu Ying hugged her: "Cry out."

She shook her head: "Yan Cong said, don't cry."

Fu Ying took Wen Changling back to his home.

Wen Changling slept for two days and one night without eating or drinking, unwilling to get up or wake up.Her mobile phone was turned off, and Yan Boyong contacted Fu Ying.

Fu Ying answered the phone to Wen Changling.

"Long age."

"Grandpa Yan."

Yan Boyong said: "Don't be sad, I took Yan Cong abroad. There are new drugs abroad, and Yan Cong will be fine."

Wen Changling was silent for a long time and then calmly agreed: "Yes, it will be fine."

She thinks it's fake.

After hanging up the phone, Wen Changling got up, washed up, ate the porridge Fu Ying prepared for her, and returned to her usual self, surprisingly calm.

"I'm home."

Fu Ying was worried about her: "I'll take you back."

She shook her head: "I'm fine Yueyue, I can go back by myself."

She went out alone.

Fu Ying followed carefully.

Wen Changling got off the car early and walked a long way.When she arrived at Hetang Street, it was already dark. She was swaying in her steps and kept her head down, looking at her own shadow on the ground.

"Long age."

She heard the sound and looked up.

It's Xie Shang.

Just now on the road she was thinking about why there were no stars tonight.

Xie Shang came over with red eyes. He had not closed his eyes for a moment since Wen Changling left him behind.After returning to the imperial capital, he looked for Wen Changling everywhere, but when he couldn't find him, he waited here indefinitely.

He instinctively reached out to hold Wen Changling's hand.

She immediately shook it off, like a hedgehog, raising her thorns at him: "Xie Shang, you are so smart, you should know what I mean."

Xie Shang knew about Yan Cong.

"I know you're sad now," he begged in a low voice with a flattering look in his eyes, "Can we talk about it later?"

Wen Changling was very calm: "We broke up."

Yan Cong has an open ending, maybe there is a new drug, maybe there is not.Because I feel too bad to write about his death.