Let the system try to save the world

Later, Xitong woke up in the villa purchased by Gu Yugui.

Familiar bed.

He looked down and saw that the wound on his foot had been wrapped in white gauze.

"Why isn't he awake yet?"

"If you can't be cured, I want you all to be buried with me!"

There was a noisy sound outside the house, Xitong sighed, he could tell that his fiancé was going crazy again.

There was a walker in the room. Xitong got out of bed and put his body weight on the walker to avoid tearing the wound on his foot.

"Mr. Gu?" Xitong asked in a low voice.

"Great, the lady has woken up." Everyone in the room cried with joy.

"Are you okay? You shouldn't have gotten out of bed." Gu Yugui was a completely normal person when he wasn't sick. He picked up Xitong and put him on the sofa. "Doctor He, please check him quickly."

"I'm fine." Xitong raised her head, "Mr. Gu, let's get married."

"Are you serious?" Gu Yugui was stunned, followed by a burst of ecstasy.

"More real than pearls." Xitong nodded.

"I simply..." Gu Yugui excitedly lifted Xitong up and even spun him a few times in the air.

Their lips touched each other, and Xitong closed his eyes helplessly. The domineering president always only knew how to force a kiss, and he just wanted to enjoy it.

Gu Yugui's arms tightly embraced Xitong, as if he wanted to pull her into his arms.

"Mr. Mu." Doctor He put away his medicine box and said goodbye as if no one was around. "Your working environment is really terrible."

"Haha." Mu Yiyu put on sunglasses indoors, "Do you want to know the secret of how I keep this job?"

"Because I'm good at pretending to be deaf and blind." He walked to the kitchen with elegant steps. Probably soon these two crazy men would shout: Butler, they are hungry.

The kiss became more passionate, and their breathing became more and more rapid. Xitong heard his own heartbeat echoing in his chest, and he tasted a hint of saltiness on the tip of his tongue.

Am I crying and why?

The kiss between the two lasted for a while. When they separated, Gu Yugui opened his mouth and uttered the classic line, "Breathe through your nose. Why did it take me so long to teach you..."

"Shut up." Xitong put a finger on his lips. "Since we are getting married soon, let's set three rules today."

"You set the rules for me!?" Gu Yugui said with a hint of ridicule, "I have always been the one who spoiled you..."

"If you don't agree, keep it to yourself." Xitong said, "From now on, don't get mad in front of me."

From that day on, Xitong became Mrs. Gu, and she seemed to have lost her own name. When people mentioned her, they often thought of her young, promising, handsome and wealthy husband.

Some people criticized him for no longer focusing on his career after marrying into a wealthy family. A group of fans left their comments on his Weibo every day, and the entire entertainment industry gradually forgot that he was also a popular star.

Xitong would leave Gu Yugui for a while every once in a while. He went to many places and used the capital of He Shile, a giant commercial ship, to help people in distress around the world.

He did not put on a show. Xitong went wherever there was danger. He had pulled the wounded out of the artillery fire and transported supplies by hand. He had taught in the most remote rural primary school in Longguo and delivered textbooks and stationery.

In the eyes of the public, Xitong is more like a philanthropist than a musician.

Xitong could no longer write songs. The notes that were once so familiar to him would turn into extremely abstract tadpole characters the moment he opened the sheet music, and finally into a pool of ink, causing him to scream and tear up all the sheet music that he could see.

This is a mental illness. He Shuang, a doctor friend of the domineering president, told him that mental illness needs to be treated with mental medicine. As a doctor, he can only treat physical illnesses. In the final analysis, Xitong has to get out of mental illness himself.

When Xitong heard this, he shook his head.

The person who once played Beethoven's Fifth Symphony with him in four hands under the moonlight is no longer in this world. He knows that this so-called mental illness cannot be cured, and he doesn't want to treat it anymore.

Xitong kept walking like this until he was thirty-three years old, when his health became worse and worse. He vomited blood and was diagnosed with advanced gastric cancer by the doctor.

He thought maybe he should stop.

After marriage, Gu Yugui treated him very well. Under Xitong's educational policy of giving a sweet reward after a hard time, he said less and less shocking words, and gradually became a qualified husband and father.

As he grew older, the once powerful Mr. Gu was disciplined by Xitong and lost his temper. He no longer mentioned the saying "a gentleman should stay away from the kitchen". He also clumsily learned to cook, participated in Xining's parent-child activities, and attended parent-teacher meetings with a serious face.

Love is dopamine, and marriage is endorphin. Dopamine brings temporary stimulation, while endorphin can bring long-term happiness.

One morning many years later, Xitong, who had been given a critically ill notice by the doctor, felt like he had an appetite again after a long time. He ate half a bowl of chicken noodle soup cooked by Gu Yugui and said he wanted to go out for a walk.

Gu Yugui held his hand and walked half a circle around the villa. The camellia flowers in the flowerbed were in full bloom, and they stopped to look at them for a long time.

"Xitong." Gu Yugui held his hand, "I regret it."

"Hmm?" Xitong gave him a nasal response.

"I regret meeting you like that for the first time." Gu Yugui said, "I think our first meeting, first hand holding, first kiss, should have been better."

"Now is the best." Xitong smiled. He had not been out for a long time, and his skin was white and almost transparent. "Everything is the best arrangement."

"Xitong." Gu Yugui knelt down on one knee, "If there is an afterlife..."

"You know." Xitong lowered her head, "I don't believe in God, nor do I believe in afterlife. Even if there is reincarnation, that person is no longer me."

"That's right." Gu Yugui forced a smile, "I came late in this life, but in the next life, it will be fair competition."

"If the next time you see me..." Gu Yugui raised his head and swallowed back his tears.

"Take me back, Mr. Gu." Xitong said softly, "I'm tired."

Gu Yugui picked up Xitong. He had not eaten much anymore, so his body was so thin that only a bag of bones was left.

"Next time you see me." Xitong leaned in his arms, her voice as low as the wind, "Wan'an."

"Good morning, good afternoon, good night." Xitong said, "We have been together for almost ten years, and we have greeted each other like this about ten thousand times."

"If you call me Wan'an, I will think of you."

"Is this our secret code?" A drop of hot tear fell on Xitong's face.

"Yes, that's the code." He smiled, as if coaxing a lost child.