Mr. Li, Madam, she is not guilty of death

At that time, Shen Zhichu's hand bones were directly broken by an ashtray, and it took him nearly four months to recover. During the recuperating period, he was dragged to the hospital to draw blood for Xia Mingyue.

The memory and the reality are too desolate, he thinks about the happy days when Shen Zhichu was with him, but he can't think of it after much deliberation, and he finally thinks that it was Shen Zhichu who stole it when he lost his memory.

The few months when Shen Zhichu lost his memory were probably the happiest days he had in the past ten years. Li Jingshen thought of you, Shen Zhichu lying in his arms, smiling and shy, Yanyan's eyes were red, and the blood in his mouth more and more bitter.

It turns out that living up to a person's good intentions will also result in retribution, such as him, with death as the price.

"Zhao Qian... Tell me, if Shen Zhichu knew that I had lung cancer, would she come to see me?"

Zhao Qian didn't expect this time, Li Jingshen was still thinking about Shen Zhichu, he paused, and said, "Mr. Li, forget about her, just treat her as really dead."

"But she's not dead..." Li Jingshen's eyes were full of desolation, he closed his eyes, and Shen Zhichu's various appearances occupied his mind, "Isn't it?"

"But she doesn't recognize you, doesn't forgive you, and won't be with you again. What's the difference between this and her death?"

"But I can watch her."

Zhao Qian sighed, his tiredness could not be concealed on his face, he thought of a sentence: most people who love deeply are dying.

Li Jingshen understands that "love" is too late, those who love him no longer love him, and being unloved and no longer being loved are two different concepts.

As Emily Dickinson said in a poem, "I could have endured the darkness if I hadn't seen the sun.

"Will she not forgive me even if I die?"

Zhao Qian's eyes were a little sore, he turned his face away and didn't answer him.

Li Jingshen said to himself: "She said that she wants her to forgive me unless I die once. I am going to die now. How long can I live with lung cancer? In such a short time, she really won't come back to me Did you?" He closed his eyes, tears kept streaming from the corners of his eyes, and his eyelashes were wet.

Zhao Qian couldn't hold back and woke up: "When a person dies, forgiveness is meaningless. Mr. Li, domestic medicine is very developed now. There was a team specializing in cancer research three years ago. If you take good care of it... ..."

Li Jingshen interrupted him with a hoarse voice: "Receive the treatment well, can you grow old with her?"

Zhao Qian's silence is the answer, and Li Jingshen smiled bitterly: "Perhaps I should have died a long time ago, in the car accident at the age of five, in the ice water at the age of 21, or following Shen Zhichu when she was burnt to death. Let's go together."

Li Jingshen choked up and was out of breath. He took painkillers, but the pain in his heart couldn't be relieved no matter how many medicines he took.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva mixed with blood, and looked at the old banyan tree with withered branches outside the window.

Li Jingshen never thought that Shen Zhichu would look at him so indifferently one day, he was kneeling in the rain, and Shen Zhichu stood in front of him holding an umbrella.

If three years ago she was just a robot that had lost her feelings, then now she is three feet of ice, even if his heart is as red as iron, it will be difficult to melt her.

"The moment I knelt on the ground and begged her not to leave, all I could think about was how she called me 'A Shen'. I felt that I had been with her all the time, and it felt like I had never been together. This is retribution, right? Zhao Qian, tell the truth, what will happen to her if I die?"

Zhao Qian pursed his lips, hesitated for a while and said: "Maybe she will be very happy, very happy, but she may also be sad."

"I don't want her to be sad, just happy, at least I have really brought her happiness."

The atmosphere in the ward became more and more oppressive, Zhao Qian couldn't take it anymore, he clenched his cell phone tightly, and wanted to call Shen Zhichu, but he knew that it would be useless even if he called, this woman gave up her heart three years ago.

Zhao Qian changed the subject stiffly: "President Li, what do you want to eat? You haven't eaten since last night."

Li Jingshen gave a low "hmm", and said after a long time, "I want to eat lotus seed soup."

Zhao Qian was taken aback, and asked, "Mr. Li, haven't you always disliked sweets?"

Li Jingshen half-closed her eyes, only Shen Zhichu likes sweet food, she loves sweet and spicy food, she stopped eating spicy food after suffering from stomach cancer, and also ate less sweet food, the most common thing she ate was porridge with little water in the soup.

When Shen Zhichu was ill, Mrs. Zhang loved to make lotus seed soup for her. He had seen it once before. The bowl was sticky, like transparent glue, and he had no appetite.

The takeaway Zhao Qian ordered was delivered quickly, and Li Jingshen drank from a bowl, the sweet taste diluted the bitterness in his mouth.

"What did she tell you?"

Zhao Qian didn't realize it for a while, and it took a long time to come back to Li Jingshen's question.

"I have to see Nian Nian within three days, and there is also alimony after divorce."

Apart from these, Shen Zhichu didn't say anything more. In her heart, that cat was more important than Li Jingshen, but thinking about it, it was the cat that stayed with her during the month when Shen Zhichu broke her leg, until she was burned to death. that moment.

Shen Zhichu cared about Nian Nian very much, if he didn't, he might not admit it so soon.

"You contact her and arrange to hug Nian Nian to her the day after tomorrow, and the divorce alimony will be transferred to her name as soon as possible. She, she needs it."

The information that Li Jingshen mentioned was to sign with Shen Zhichu's economic company. If Shen Zhichu wanted to deal with them, it would be easy with this information.

"Boss Li, won't you tell her?"

"Tell her what?"

"You are sick, and you are helping her."

Li Jingshen shook his head: "I won't tell."

He smiled bitterly, and suddenly understood why Shen Zhichu didn't tell him that she had stomach cancer.

She likes you, if you are not sick, she will feel sorry for you and care about you. If she doesn't like you, even if you are gentle like a cat, she will think you are hairless.

Back then, Shen Zhichu didn't have any hope, she wanted to divorce him and live a peaceful life, but he abruptly snuffed out the spark of her hope.

Zhao Qian has never been in a relationship, so he doesn't understand love and hatred, but when he sees Li Jingshen and Shen Zhichu in pain, even his hot heart is cooled. He would rather be single for the rest of his life than have such a mutual hurting love.

The ward was full of the smell of medicine, Li Jingshen closed his eyes after he finished speaking, his brows were frowned uncomfortably, and just settled down for a while, he coughed a few more times, shivering under the quilt.

Zhao Qian looked at Li Jingshen silently, feeling that he had become Shen Zhichu back then.

The two people's personalities are very similar to a certain extent, they both hold back and show off their pride, while Li Jingshen is even more arrogant.

To be honest, Li Jingshen is really not a good person.