Ex-husband, why don't you go to heaven?

Chapter 144 Mrs. Yin, Happy Newly Married!

"Three years later, music queen Wen Yan suddenly appeared in a university auditorium in Yuncheng to hold a small concert, but there was an accident at the concert site, she fainted and was rushed to the hospital, the concert video went viral on the Internet, everyone can See, there are many fans and media friends around the hospital, everyone is very concerned about Wen Yan's health..."

Avoiding the outdoor shooting cars of the major media, Qiao Weiliang and Ruan Qing entered the hospital in a low-key way wearing masks and peaked caps, and went up to the third floor. The corridors of the hospital were empty, only the lonely back of the man, and the lingering depression, Let the people who see it can't help but feel tight.

Qiao Weiliang and Ruan Qing quickly walked over to the man, but there was no sound, they just stood aside and waited quietly.

How Wen Yan's physical condition is, everything has to be determined by the doctor.

Leaning her back against the cold and hard wall, the air-conditioning penetrated into her flesh and blood through the not-so-thick spring clothes, Qiao Weiliang couldn't help rubbing her arms, since the last time she stood in the hospital corridor like this waiting for news, it was a long time ago. It's a long way off.

The surroundings are so quiet that it makes people panic in the bottom of their hearts.

Qiao Weiliang's eyes could not help but fall on Yin Xi, the man stood there in a military posture, his eyes were far away, like a lifelike sculpture.

His face was a little haggard, his eyes were bloodshot, and the thin lenses were a little dusty and blurred.

He looked quite calm, but Qiao Weiliang suddenly remembered his madness at the moment Wen Yan was declared dead three years ago, as if the whole world had been capsized and the most precious treasures had been burned.

From the moment Wen Yan fell down on the stage, Qiao Weiliang already had bad guesses in her heart.

Yin Xi treated Wen Yan so badly back then, and she left so resolutely, how could she come back for no reason and get along with him in peace?
If this time he was faced with the same situation as three years ago, what would this man do?
Qiao Weiliang thought silently, Ruan Qing touched her arm, and exchanged a worried look.

What's the use of worrying?
Some things, no matter how much you resist and resist, what is going to happen will always happen.

Only at this time will people realize that life is actually very short, and a person's ability is also very limited. Life, old age, sickness, death, joys and sorrows, no one can escape, it's just that the time is different.

Fortunately, the waiting time was not too long. Xu Nuo came out soon and took off his mask. His expression was so serious that it could be explained without opening his mouth.

Yin Xi didn't wait for him to speak, and walked past him to look at Wen Yan.

Qiao Weiliang stared at him for a while, then looked at Xu Nuo.

"The patient's gastric function has completely degraded, and he can only rely on nutrient solution to maintain the basic needs of the body."

"How long can it last?"

Qiao Weiliang calmly asked the cruelest question, Xu Xu raised his eyes and looked at her with helplessness and regret in his eyes.

"For up to three days, the body's blood circulation function will be completely paralyzed."

At that time, even the infusion tube will not be able to deliver nutrients to Wen Yan's body.

Probably nothing could have been more cruel than that, and the person in the hospital bed has only three days.

Qiao Weiliang thought of Helen Keller's "If I Have Three Days of Light"

What would you do if you had only three days left in your life?
Eat, drink and play to your heart's content, see the scenery you want to see the most, say what you want to say the most, or kiss the person you love the most?Do this, maybe at the end of life, there will be no such regrets.

But what if, during these last three days, you couldn't see, hear, or feel anything?
Wen Yan didn't spend the last three days in the hospital, Yin Xi took her home.

There, he gave her the most extreme joy, but also gave her the most deep-seated pain.

Her love for him sprouted here, and it was also strangled here by his own hands.

The wardrobe in the bedroom was full of clothes that had not yet had their tags cut off. From spring to winter, he carefully selected them for her after she left.

On the balcony on the second floor, her favorite double reclining chair is still hanging. Outside the balcony, her favorite camellia is planted. From the camellia, he asked the craftsman to make a swingable wicker chair.

There are morning glory entangled with the rattan chair and growing vigorously, but her eyes have lost their brilliance.

Even though he knew she couldn't smell it now, he washed her off the smell of disinfectant as soon as he got home, and then helped her change into loose and comfortable home clothes.

She was so thin that it was as if a vampire lived in her body and would not stop until she was sucked dry.

Her lips had lost their rosiness, they were pale and without a trace of blood, he still bowed his head to kiss her, kissing her delicately, inch by inch, for fear that there would be the slightest slight of neglect, as pious as worshiping a Buddha.

He hugged her and lay on the deck chair on the balcony to watch the sunset slowly set, the last ray of light fell, and then the sky was full of stars.

He hugged her, played with her fingers gently, and whispered in a lingering voice, talking about love that was three years late.

He knew she couldn't hear him, but he still insisted on telling her.

His paranoid longing, his overwhelming tenderness, all his heartbeat and love...

For the rest of his life, there will never be a single person who can make him worry about him.

He talked all night, but she didn't answer a word. At dawn, when the first ray of sunlight shone on them again, he kissed her on the lips, and then put a ring on her ring finger.

"Mrs. Yin, good morning."

He spoke intently and affectionately, but a crystal teardrop quickly slipped down his handsome face and fell on her pale cheeks, yet she didn't even frown.

He made breakfast for her, but he didn't force her to eat it. He just found a wheelchair and let her sit by the kitchen, pretending to be talking to her while doing it.

"Do you remember what the first dish you cooked for me? It was green pepper and potato shreds. It's just that I spent too much time looking for you in the past three years. I didn't practice, and my knife skills are still so bad..."

He rambled on, like the most ordinary couple, doting on his newly married wife.

The food was ready and served on the table, and he accompanied her to watch the food turn from steaming hot to freezing cold.

She couldn't eat anything now, and neither could he.

In the afternoon, he hugged her and lay on the wicker chair in the garden together. The camellia leaves rustled in the breeze, but unfortunately, she couldn't hear it.

There seemed to be a scent of camellias in the wind, but unfortunately, she couldn't smell it either.

Until the warm sun set to the west again, dyeing most of the sky red, he suddenly got up and knelt down in front of her, and said in a loud voice: "Miss Wen Yan, would you like to marry Mr. Yin Xi?"

She lay on the wicker chair, indifferent, her eyes rolled unconsciously.

He just knelt like that, knowing that there was nothing in her world, but he still knelt stubbornly.

His hands were placed within her reach, but it seemed that they could no longer touch each other across the mountains and seas.

After an unknown amount of time, his arms began to become sore and his knees began to ache, but he didn't notice it, and just greedily stared at the person on the rattan chair.

The afterglow faded, night fell, and the moonlight poured down through the clouds, casting a hazy veil on everything.

The temperature started to drop, just as Yin Xi was about to stand up and carry Wen Yan back to the room, a cold hand suddenly fell into his palm.

That hand was emaciated, like an old man, his body preceded his consciousness, and he instinctively held her hand instead.

"Yin Xi?"

She whispered suspiciously, her voice was weak and hoarse, no longer ethereal, but it sounded like the sound of heaven to his ears.

"I'm here."

He suppressed the ecstasy in his heart and replied, and he couldn't help but look forward to it, but he heard her continue: "Are you there? I just dreamed of you. You were wearing a white suit and proposed to me with a rose in your hand." , and asked me if I would marry you."

"Then... are you willing?"

He asked, but after a long time there was no answer.

When the night wind blew again, he bit the tip of his tongue and kissed her lips.

The bloodless lips were turned a coquettish red by his kiss, which was extremely gorgeous.

He suddenly remembered her face that was about to bleed with shame and anger after asking for it overnight.

He didn't fall in love with her at first sight, but he fell in love with her unconsciously.

Half a month later, Yuncheng held a unparalleled wedding.

The wedding was extravagant, but the venue was held in a cemetery with excellent Feng Shui in the suburbs.

Wearing a snow-white suit, the groom stood in front of the bride's tomb with flowers in his hands, knelt down on one knee, and finally kissed affectionately on the tombstone.

Mrs. Yin, happy wedding!

(End of this chapter)