crybaby

The morning light fell on the garden, and Lu was sitting in a wheelchair in a hospital suit.

Feng Ye slowly walked in front of him, Lu Jian's originally handsome cheeks had been deeply sunken, and his originally deep pupils lost focus.

He seemed to hear a little noise, frowning and listening sideways.

"...Xiao Ye, I found out where Lu Jian is, but...he has eye cancer, which is in the terminal stage."

Xu Yan's words echoed in Feng Ye's mind. On the way, he once thought that no matter how sad he was, he couldn't cry.

But seeing it now, he still looked at this scene in disbelief. He folded his hands and desperately covered his mouth, but the tears still couldn't stop flowing down.

His body trembling slightly under the unbearable pain, he knelt down slowly, held Lu Jian's hand, and finally couldn't help crying bitterly.

Lu Jian's body froze obviously, Feng Ye had cried too many times, how could he not hear his voice.

Lu Jian moved his eyelids and lowered his head, but there was darkness in front of him.

The breeze swayed the small flowers in the lawn, and the petals finally left the branches fragilely and fell on the soil.

"Ah Jian, why...why did you lie to me?" Feng Ye whimpered, crying all over his face.

"I didn't expect you to find this place..." Lu Jian tried to grope for his head, rubbed his hair, and smiled faintly, but there was no smile in those eyes that were not anxious.

"Can't you see?"

"Yes, you saw that too."

"I'll be your eyes! I'll be your eyes! I won't leave you again."

"No need, Feng Ye, your current lover is not me."

Feng Ye shook violently, "This is obviously a game you set up!"

"Feng Ye, at that time, as I said, you didn't want to, why didn't you refuse..."

"Did you never love me?" Feng Ye suddenly calmed down and looked at him, even breathing carefully.

Lu Jian was silent for a second, then said, "I'm tired, I'll go back and rest first."

It's just that he seems to have forgotten the nurse at the side, pushing and turning the direction by himself, turning the wheelchair as if to escape.

He has always been calm and never flustered, but at this moment, all his confidence disappeared in the darkness in front of his eyes.

The wheelchair stumbled over the flower bed in a hurry, and the person and the car rolled on the ground.

"Ah Jian!" Feng Ye didn't care about being sad at this time, and rushed to help him, but was pushed by the other party, and pushed himself to the ground.

All of Lu Jian's emotions exploded in an instant, and he roared, but he could no longer see Feng Ye's direction, and he roared towards the empty direction, "Go! I don't want you anymore! Go!"

Feng Ye grabbed his chest, his cheeks were already stained with tears, and the unstoppable tears stung his eyes, he looked at him in pain, and even couldn't breathe from crying, Ah Jian has never been so embarrassed.

He is so fragile at this moment... In the end, he still can't do anything, so incompetent...

Hurrah.Lu Jian felt himself in a jolt, he was wearing an oxygen mask, panting

"hurry up."

The voice coming from the ear is getting farther and farther away, and it is difficult to breathe.

"Feng Ye, Feng Ye..." His lips moved, his mind was full of the figure of that person, but his eyes were full of darkness, and he was overwhelmed by overwhelming tiredness.

Even if he comes, you won't be able to see him again... that's fine...

My world has no color, at least you still have someone by your side.

Feng Ye, after the separation of yin and yang, you will never find me again. In this life, we will never see each other again.

Feng Ye stood at the door of the operation in a daze, he didn't dare to lift the white cloth, he didn't even believe that the person lying there was Ah Jian.

"I'm sorry, we tried our best." The doctor said regretfully, "When rescuing Mr. Lu Jian, he was in a coma and said something because he was wearing an oxygen mask, but we were all desperately trying to save him, and we didn't hear what he said clearly. Feel sorry."

"Are you Mr. Feng Ye?" A man in a suit rushed over after receiving the call, "Hello, I am the lawyer hired by Mr. Lu Jian. He made a will before he died. The property belongs to Mr. Fengye, you inherit..."

"Feng Ye, Chen Long, I'm already useless, Ah Jian is dead, and you will be my son from now on." The white-haired man sent the black-haired man, and Lu Wanjin seemed to be ten years older.

Feng Ye ignored anyone who spoke in his ear.

They were too noisy, they were all lying, how could Ah Jian be dead.

Feng Ye watched Lu Jian being sent to the morgue without crying or fussing.

Xu Yan was afraid that he would faint at any time, so he didn't dare to take a step away.

Lu Jian, what is the last thing you want to say to Feng Ye? After all, you are so decisive.

"He refused to tell me until he died." Feng Ye said softly, but his eyes were empty, without a single tear, and he couldn't even see sadness.What he did made Xu Yan even more worried.

"Has he ever loved me?" Feng Ye kept asking, but his eyes were empty, as if he had lost his soul.

Xu Yan followed closely behind him, whenever Feng Ye saw someone, he would step forward and ask again and again.

Everyone pushed him away as if he was crazy.

They kept walking, Feng Ye kept asking passers-by until late at night, there were not even cars on the street, and the night was so dark that people could not breathe.

Xu Yan finally couldn't help holding him back, shouting, go back, Feng Ye.

"He would rather die than tell me!" He heaved more and more, his pale face flushed, "He would rather die than tell me"

Xu Yan hugged him, comforted him, and used the most gentle tone, but he roared in struggle.

"Xiao Ye! Don't do this!" Xu Yan was finally forced to yell.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Pulled by Xu Yan, Feng Ye struggled like a kite with a broken rope, paralyzed in his arms, and finally burst into tears, Xu Yan hugged him tightly , told him softly, "Xiao Ye, I love you, I will never leave you, every day from now on, I will tell you, I love you!

Xu Yan hugged Feng Ye who was crying in pain in his fragility.

That year, Lu Jian was in the ward, holding a gun and sending a death bullet to his heart. On that day, the sun was shining brightly, and the gardenias outside the window were blooming, and the fragile petals were blown in by the wind, stained with blood. Red all over the place...