The big doctor is black and white

Chapter 288 [Farewell] There is no Jiangbeiyuan in Ningcheng (24)

"No." Jiangbeiyuan said concisely.

Shen Chaosheng muttered in his heart: "Is Mr. Jiang worried?"

"So what? I told you, so what."

"The wisdom of two people is better than one person's wild thinking." Shen Chaosheng said.

"you can go now."

Jiangbeiyuan issued an expulsion order.

The yogurt in his hand was cold, and he got up quickly and went out.

Shen Chaosheng looked at Jiangbeiyuan's back thoughtfully.

……

More than 2:[-] in the morning.

Ningcheng Jiang's family.

The day passed.

Jiangbeiyuan met a lot of people that day.

Yan Nian had already fallen asleep, lying on his side in Jiangbeiyuan's arms. The air purifier in the bedroom was turned on, and everything around him was so quiet and serene, as if there were no disputes.

Jiangbeiyuan got up, put on a coat, and hung it on his shoulders.

In the darkness, standing in front of the bed, he still accurately captured Yan Nian's face, staring at her outline, so vague that he couldn't see it clearly.

Until the urge to vomit swept up again, Jiang Beiyuan covered his mouth and curled his fingers into a ball with difficulty.

A serious illness strikes, and the arrogance and laziness during the day let go of all defenses at night.

He was so painful that he finally bent over, and his spine was no longer so straight.

……

Jiangbeiyuan went to the basement and vomited in the bathroom inside with confidence.

Coughing up blood.

I don't know how long ago.

He slowly sat on the sofa, leaned over his desk in front of the lamp, and tapped the pen on the paper.

Jiangbeiyuan took a deep breath.

Just staring at the white paper in front of him.

He has been so serious for a long time.

Seriously, as if this is the last major event in this life.

It is so big that the hand that writes the ink is shaking, and it is necessary to hold the wrist of the right hand with the left hand to barely write a few words.

Those words were written very slowly...

The coat he draped over his shoulders fell to the ground, and he had no time to take care of it...

Jiangbeiyuan had never felt that time had been so long.

He wanted time to stand still at this moment.

But I also know that materialism will never stop there.

Finally, there were a few more powerful characters on the white A4 paper:

Remarriage Consent.

These five words seemed to kill Jiang Beiyuan, and two lines of hot tears dripped down the paper along the corner of his eyes and the outline of his chin.

When he learned that Jiang San'er had leukemia, he didn't cry.

He didn't cry when he learned that he could live for a few months with advanced liver cancer.

Saying goodbye to Jiang Beize in England, he didn't cry.

Seeing the joyful and innocent smiling faces of his children and grandchildren, he did not cry.

Going to Ningcheng High School to recall the past with Yan Nian, he didn't cry.

Even though he knew that this was the last gathering here, he didn't cry.

Going to see Xiao Chuchen, he didn't cry.

Playing chess with Shen Chaosheng, he didn't cry.

Now writing this remarriage agreement, this man made of steel finally broke down in tears at this moment.

Like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Yan Nian, who was sleeping soundly in the master bedroom, had no idea that the man who loved her so much was crying like a child who had lost the whole world in a corner she could not see.

He raised his hands and covered his eyes, and soon his palms were soaked with tears.

He could only put his hand down and stroke the wedding ring on the ring finger of his right hand, his knuckles turning white.

Riddled with holes.

And he finally had to endure the pain like cutting flesh, to pave the way for his wife one last time.

He thought clearly about the rest of her life.

She will have no worries about food and clothing, and become the richest person in Ningcheng.

It's just that in the second half of Yan Nian's life, perhaps, Jiang Beiyuan will never be with her again.

……

(End of this chapter)