Second grade leap year

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Yan Fei has a big heart. To be precise, her heart is not on that house at all.

She had a premonition that Xiaowen was back, and that familiar feeling made her inexplicably nervous. The girl who loved her so much had finally returned.

Yan Fei was a little eager to try, and she even thought about what she should say when she saw Xiaowen again.

She is a very tall person, so she must not be too cheap. Xiaowen should look at her affectionately. At that time, she only needs to ask about her current situation symbolically, and use her toes to think about the future. I can also understand that Xiaowen will definitely be grateful for Dade's return to her side.

Yan Fei was a little proud, and she was in a particularly good mood.

But a month later, Xiaowen did not show up.

Yan Fei called Pei Le, but Pei Le hesitated to speak, but in the end, she was generous enough to tell Yan Fei Xiaowen's whereabouts.

When Yan Fei saw Xiao Wen again, she was lying quietly in the hospital ward.

She slept deeply, her thin body curled up into a ball.

Ao Peng sat beside the hospital bed, looking haggard.

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更新时间2015-2-250:15:18字数：1832

Xiaowen's sickness was in stark contrast to Ao Peng's haggardness. For a moment, Yan Fei felt that the person on the bed was not Xiaowen, but a terminally ill old woman.

Xiaowen's face was sickly gray, the flesh on her cheeks was so thin that only a layer of skin remained, her brows were wrinkled, and her chubby little mouth had already shriveled and cracked, and the color was no longer pink and tender. Red, but a frightening purple.

"coming."

Ao Peng said softly, Yan Fei recovered and looked at Ao Peng in a daze.

"When I saw her again, she was also in the hospital. She had a bad heart, and the altitude sickness brought about by the altitude of 5000 meters almost killed her. I persuaded her to have a heart transplant, and finally persuaded her , but the experts in Beijing said that the success rate of the operation is only 5.00%, and there is no guarantee that there will be no rejection after the operation. She said she wanted to see you, and then went for the operation, but she saw you He entered the hotel with a woman in his arms."

Ao Peng's words pierced into Yan Fei's heart like a thorn, and Yan Fei tremblingly walked to the bed, wanting to touch Xiaowen, but she was afraid that Xiaowen would break if she touched it lightly. .

"Yan Fei, I want to marry her. Her days are numbered. I want to give her a home. When she dies, there will be someone to help her burn paper at her grave. During the holidays, I can still talk to her. Although I I don't love her, but I feel sorry for her!"

After Ao Peng said this, he was completely silent. Yan Fei looked at Xiao Wen, her throat tightened a little.

Ao Peng lifted the quilt, and Yan Fei saw him take Xiaowen's hand, and forcefully opened her fingers.

Xiaowen held a ring in her palm, which was half of the "only" left when she left that night. Yan Fei didn't remember where she threw that ring for a long time, and now seeing it again, many dusty The past is like the spring bamboo shoots that break out of the ground, and one crop after another grows into towering green bamboos.

Ao Peng brought the ring to his little finger, held Xiaowen's hand, and gently kissed the middle finger with the other half of "the only one".

Yan Fei couldn't say a word, she walked to Ao Peng's side, pushed away the man who was kissing Xiao Wen's finger, grabbed Ao Peng's hand, and pulled off the ring.

This is hers, it belongs to her, and the woman on the bed is also hers, it was given to her by God, how could she give it to others.

Yan Fei drove Ao Peng away, leaving only her and Xiao Wen in the ward.

Yan Fei took off her coat and climbed onto the hospital bed. She hugged Xiaowen, her cold body temperature was like a dead person.

Yan Fei couldn't sleep, she hugged Xiao Wen in her arms, and talked about the past between them, Yan Fei found that she and Xiao Wen had no common memories, many times, Xiao Wen stood behind her She can see Xiaowen's smile when she turns around, but she seldom looks back. She is in Xiaowen's eyes, but Xiaowen is not in her heart.

Missed too much, gave up too much, when she wanted to find those forgotten times, she found that she didn't have the ability.

With a success rate of 5.00%, it is better not to have surgery, Yan Fei thinks so, and Xiao Wen is not.

She has long missed the best time for treatment, because of heart failure, her lungs and liver are all aging.

She has already run out of lamps, dragged her sick body, and went to many places, and she went to all the places Yan Fei mentioned.

She felt different cultural atmospheres in different regions, and for a moment she had the illusion that her world and Yan Fei's had intersected.

Opening her eyes, she saw Yan Fei's eyebrows, Yan Fei looked at her with a smile, and Xiaowen's haggard face was reflected in her eyes.

"I love you, sorry, I found out too late."

Yan Fei choked up and said, Xiaowen looked at her in shock, a little joy, but also a little bewildered.

Is it a dream?But this is the most beautiful dream she has ever had in her life.

"Xiaowen, let's get married, I swear, I will treat you well."

Yan Fei felt her trembling and looked at the tears accumulated in her eyes.

It's not too late, they can work hard to create the future, Xiaowen can go for surgery, even if it is 5.00% chance, they must take good care of it.

Yan Fei saw hope, hugged Xiaowen tightly, kissed her eyes, and tasted the salty tears.

The person in her arms stopped crying, and she called Yan Fei's name hoarsely:

"Fee, I..."

Xiaowen's mouth was slightly open, her brows were frowned into a twitch, and she covered her chest with one hand, she was ill.

Yan Fei saw something strange, she pressed the distress bell and waited for the doctor to arrive.

Xiaowen's thin body twitched convulsively, her little face flushed slightly, her mouth opened and closed, but she couldn't make a sound.

Yan Fei hugged her and put her ears close to her lips, Yan Fei could hear the sound of bubbles in her throat, besides that, her urgent breathing.

When the doctor came, they pushed Yan Fei away and gave first aid to Xiaowen.

CPR was useless at all, the patient lost his heartbeat and vital signs.Yan Fei frantically shouted Xiaowen's name, Xiaowen stared at the ceiling with wide open eyes, her pupils dilated, she died.

Isn't there still an electric shock, that thing can save Xiaowen, the doctor has long been used to seeing relatives like Yan Fei, her crazy behavior at this moment is still understandable.

Yan Fei was quiet, the doctor left, and Ao Peng and the others all came.

Yan Fei hugged Xiaowen and said "I love you" over and over again. Although she couldn't hear her, Yan Fei wanted to tell her all the things that she hadn't had time to say in these years.

What a cruel person, he just went to the farthest place indistinctly, whoever Yan Fei is, she will definitely get what she wants.

Even if Xiaowen died, she still had to fulfill her promise.

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更新时间2015-2-2619:07:06字数：1737

Yan Fei held a grand wedding for Xiao Wen. She was wearing a white suit and a black shirt with a purple bow tie. She stood in front of the funeral home, and Pei Le stood beside her. holding a bouquet of white roses.

Her bride came, wearing a wedding dress, lying in a crystal coffin. Ao Peng and Runsheng walked in the front. They carried the coffin steadily, and inside lay the most beautiful bride in the world.

Yan Fei declared her oath in front of everyone.

"I, Yan Fei, will marry Yuan Wen as my wife. I would like to promise you that starting today, whether it is good or bad, rich or poor, healthy or sick, I will always love you and cherish you until the end of heaven Long. I promise I will always be true to you."

Yan Fei looked at her bride, that poor woman who loved her so foolishly, all she could give her was this ceremony.

Xiaowen was finally sent to the cremation furnace, and Pei Le threw the bouquet of roses into it together. When the furnace door was closed, everyone closed their eyes reverently.

After a long wait, when the furnace door opened again, there was no one inside.

Yan Fei took a broom and swept out the ashes inside. Xiaowen's body was burnt very quickly, and the ashes were placed finely.

Holding the urn, Pei Le watched Yan Fei pick up the ashes with a small shovel and pour them carefully into the box.

Yan Fei's hand stopped suddenly, everyone looked at Yan Fei, and then a horrifying scene happened, Yan Fei grabbed the ashes in front of her and stuffed them into her mouth.

Runsheng and Ao Peng went to pull Yan Fei, Yan Fei turned her head slowly, her slender eyes were full of sadness.

Pei Le's eye sockets were shallow, and tears fell down patter. When he cried, Yan Fei's pretended calm was completely broken.

This was the saddest time she cried in her life. She knew that she would never cry so sadly in her life, because there was only one Xiaowen in this world, and Xiaowen used her life to explain her crazy love for herself.

Yan Fei cried like a bitch, she bit her hand, and the sound of crying overflowed from her fingers. She cried for a long time, and everyone stayed with her. When she cried enough, she finally put the remaining ashes into the ashes box.

She only took two mouthfuls, the taste was like fine sand, and it was very difficult to swallow. Yan Fei wiped off the remaining ashes at the corner of her mouth with her fingers, stretched out her tongue, and licked it clean.

In this way, she and Xiaowen became one, Yan Fei put Xiaowen's ring into the urn, and she carried the other half on her ring finger.

During the burial, the sky suddenly became overcast. The rain came suddenly, but it also responded to the scene.

Yan Fei knelt in front of the grave, and Ao Peng borrowed an umbrella from the cemetery management office.