Twelve points of secret love for gl

The emergency room was chaotic and noisy. When Mi Xingwei arrived, she had already entered the emergency room.

She stood in front of the door in a daze, looking up at the red light on the operating room, and there were doctors and nurses rushing to and fro beside her. She was knocked down, staggered on her heels, and slowly remembered what happened after she stabilized her body.

Aunt is sick...

She has no idea.

Mi Xingwei sat outside the operating room, bent over and buried her head between her knees, her mind was muddled and she didn't dare to think about anything.

The operation lasted for more than two hours. As soon as the door of the operating room opened, Mi Xingwei rushed forward and asked, "How is my aunt?"

"Are you a family member of the patient?" the doctor asked.

Mi Xingwei's voice trembled, "I am, she is my real aunt."

"The patient's condition is very serious, and the intracranial tumor spreads rapidly, resulting in an abnormal increase in intracranial pressure. The patient is in danger at any time." The doctor lowered his head and took out a form from his hand. "This is a critical illness notice, and the family members should sign it."

Mi Xingwei's hands were cold, and she took the critical illness notice from the doctor, and saw that the top column said primary intracranial tumor, and the bottom was full of various symptoms and professional names. Her eyes were dry, and she looked up and asked: " Intracranial tumor?"

Doctor: "That's brain cancer. I've had this disease for quite a few days. It's accompanied by headaches, nausea and vomiting, and often causes sudden fainting. This time, the patient's fainting was caused by increased intracranial pressure. The situation is not optimistic. The family members Be prepared."

Mi Xingwei: "Are you going to have an operation?"

Doctor: "We do not recommend surgery for the time being. The success rate of surgery is relatively low."

"How many?" Mi Xingwei choked up and asked.

"Only less than 10%."

Mi Xingwei felt that the sky was falling and the ground was falling, and she felt powerless from the bottom of her heart.

The mobile phone in his pocket kept ringing, which was extremely loud in the cold hospital.

The fluorescent lamp above the head, like a huge cocoon, engulfed her.

-

Mi Meihua was lying in the ICU and hadn't woken up yet.

Mi Xingwei stood outside the window, looking at the strange and cold equipment in the ward, and she couldn't go in to visit it yet, and had to go through the dangerous period for 24 hours.

At the end of the corridor, Tang Yi'an got out of the elevator and saw her, and hurried over, her face was heavy, and she asked worriedly: "What's the matter?"

Mi Xingwei stared at the people in the ward intently, her throat was tight, she couldn't say anything else, she just shook her head and said in a crying voice: "It's not good."

Tang Yi'an wrapped him in his arms, comfortingly said: "It will be fine, it will definitely be fine."

Mi Xingwei's forehead was pressed against her chest, and at this moment she finally couldn't help it, tears burst out like a bank, but she couldn't say a word just crying.

Obviously everything is getting better and better, but just when she was about to live a good life, it turned into this.

That was the aunt who raised her, her closest relative, and her only relative...

Tang Yi'an sat with her outside the ward, waiting for the 24-hour dangerous period to pass.

Until the second night, Mi Xingwei didn't drink a sip of water. Tang Yi'an bought some fruit, picked up a banana and handed it to her. She shook her head and said, "I can't eat it."

"If you can't eat, you have to eat a little. I haven't closed my eyes all day and night, and I don't even eat anything. My aunt will feel distressed when she wakes up." Tang Yi'an kept urging her to eat to replenish some energy.

Mi Xingwei's eyes were dry. Hearing Tang Yi'an's words, she raised her hand to take the banana. As soon as she raised her hand, she saw doctors and nurses rushing over from a distance. She stood up in shock, and the banana fell to the ground.

"Doctor, what's the matter?" Mi Xingwei hurried forward and asked.

The doctor's face was heavy, he didn't say anything, and directly led the person into the intensive care unit.

The curtains were drawn, blocking the view from inside and outside.

Mi Xingwei stood there dazedly, forgot to think for a moment, and was in a trance for a moment, as if she had lost her soul.

About half an hour later, the door of the ward opened suddenly, and a nurse ran out, saying, "The patient still has the last trace of consciousness, who is the patient's family member?"

Mi Xingwei walked over quickly, her eyes were red, and she said, "I am."

The ward was strangely quiet, only the beeping beeping of the heartbeat ventilator.Everyone stood in front of the hospital bed, and the room was dim, because it was night, and there was only a weak night light.

Mi Xingwei walked in, her legs were weak, and the distance of more than ten steps seemed to be separated by an entire galaxy.

She walked to the bed and looked at Mi Meihua lying there quietly, all the instruments on her body were removed, quietly as if she didn't exist.

She hasn't seen her aunt for a long time. The last time, she took her to see the renovated house.

Mi Xingwei squatted down and took her hand, it was cold, without any warmth, and without the freshness of the past.

Putting her face close to her palm, she called softly, "Auntie..."

In the empty room, no one answered her.

After a while, there was a heart-piercing cry.

This was the last moment, and she didn't even hear her aunt say the last word to her, so they parted.

The fate of life is very short, and my aunt has only been with her for more than ten years.She thought that after those 24 hours, a miracle would happen in life, but in the end she realized that life is really fragile.

The moment the breath stops, the whole life seems to stand still.It's a gray area, you can't see happiness, you can't see what's ahead.

She only regrets that she didn't treat her aunt better while she was alive.

-

This winter is very long, and it is the coldest winter in Tingcheng in decades.

Mi Xingwei completely lost her aunt this winter.

On the day of the funeral, it snowed heavily and the road up the mountain was difficult.

Mi Xingwei was wearing black casual clothes, holding a black umbrella in her hand, and the whole mountain was covered with white snow.

Tang Yi'an and Tang Feifei followed behind Mi Xingwei, leading a group of people up the mountain.

The heavy snow was still falling, and the paper-burning matches couldn't be ignited. Mi Xingwei squatted there, her fingers were red from the cold.Behind Tang Yi'an stepped forward to help her, but she dodged it by mistake, and said lightly: "I will do it myself."

She stayed until the afternoon, and everyone dispersed, only Tang Yi'an and Tang Feifei were left.

Tang Feifei wanted to go forward, but was blocked by Tang Yi'an, she said softly: "You go back first."

Tang Feifei said: "Grandpa and grandma are here, I will take them back to the villa first."

Tang Yi'an nodded, saying yes.

As the sky gradually darkened, Mi Xingwei was still kneeling in front of the stele, and the flames shot up, illuminating her face. She was wearing a filial piety hat, with no expression on her face, like a puppet with a broken thread, carrying a few bags. All the paper money was burned, but she still didn't move.

There was a thin layer of snow on the filial hat, Tang Yi'an stepped forward to help him up, she felt sorry for her, and persuaded: "Awei, you can't keep doing this, it's cold on the ground."

Mi Xingwei knew that she cared about herself, so she didn't get up. Looking at the brazier in front of her, she said lightly, "I heard from Feifei that your parents are coming to Tingcheng for the New Year. Don't neglect them. Relatives are very important. I also understand What are you doing, don't worry about me, I just want to spend a little more time with my aunt. It's the Chinese New Year, and I don't want her to be here alone. "

"I'll accompany you." Tang Yi'an said.

Mi Xingwei's eyes were sore, and she said, "No need, I want to be alone with my aunt. You go back, don't worry about me, I'm an adult, I know what to do and what not to do."

Tang Yi'an pursed her lips, knowing that nothing would work at this moment, no one in this world could empathize with her pain, not even herself.There is no solution to this kind of thing, and only when one's conscience feels good can one live with it.

Tang Yi'an didn't persuade her any more, took off his coat, put it on her body, and said, "Call me before going down the mountain, I'll pick you up."

Mi Xingwei lowered her eyes in response, her eyes were only fixed on the firelight, and she didn't look up at her.

The mountain was very quiet, only the whining of snow falling on her body, she could feel the vitality.

On the tombstone is a picture of my aunt, her eyebrows and eyes are very gentle, the same as the first time she saw her when she was a child.

My aunt's life was not going well. The family was poor and couldn't afford her to study, so she entered the factory early. Later, Mi Xingwei's family had an accident, so she raised her by her side alone.

This society is too unfair to women, her aunt brought her up, it is not easy, and only she understands the hardships.

I always thought that I would be capable in the future and let my aunt live a good life, but God seemed to make a joke for them, and took away my aunt without any warning.

A child wants to support but does not wait for a kiss...

It is the most uncomfortable and most regrettable thing in the world.

Mi Xingwei looked up at the sky, and the white snow flew down from the sky, landed on her face, and melted in her eyes.

In the dark and oppressive sky, there seems to be no end in sight, let alone hope.

The relatives left one by one, and she was alone again.

At the foot of the cemetery mountain, the snow was falling more and more heavily. Zhong Ruan came down from the mountain with an umbrella. Just as he reached the foot of the mountain, he saw a person sitting under the street lamp in front of him. A lot of snow had fallen on his head. It seemed that she had been sitting there for a long time.

Zhong Ruan hesitated for a moment, the winter night was long, it was only after five o'clock, and it was already dark.She walked around, didn't go forward, walked two steps and began to hesitate again, it's better not to worry about going up and asking, she walked over and whispered: "Hi, it's snowing too much here..."

Mi Xingwei didn't respond. She was wearing thin clothes, and her mobile phone was placed by her feet, and a lot of snow fell on it.

Zhong Ruan called again, but still no one responded, she was a little anxious, there was no one around here, and it was closed in recent years, so she couldn't even see a car on the road.Zhong Ruan grabbed her arm, lifted her up, saw her face, and suddenly froze.

is her.

The girl from the last cruise.

Zhong Ruan caught a glimpse of the mobile phone at her feet, and wanted to pick it up to call her relatives and friends, but found that it had been turned off, probably because the weather was too cold, the phone turned off automatically.

There was no way to call a car here, so Zhong Ruan had no choice but to take out his cell phone and make a call.

"Hey, Sister Lan, are you free now? I'm in Qishan Cemetery, something happened, can you come and pick me up."

There was a woman's voice, very gentle, said: "Okay, I'll go over right away."

After hanging up the phone, Zhong Ruan squatted down and called her twice. She remembered that her name was Mi Xingwei, and she helped her ferry ashore during the auction.

Zhong Ruan patted the snow off her body for her. The coat on her body was completely soaked. Zhong Ruan was afraid that she would catch a cold and catch the cold, so she took off the coat and put the windbreaker between her arms on her body.

Half an hour later, a red Volkswagen came from the south, its lights flashed twice, and it stopped at the foot of the cemetery hill. A person got out of the car, wearing a white down jacket, and it was He Lan.

He Lan helped him into the car, and Zhong Ruan got into the car together.

During the blizzard and the wind getting stronger, the car started and drove away from the cemetery.