his pretty little dumb

"Thank you, Brother Ling Xiao. The bandits are still on the run, and I'm a little worried about you. As for the bone meal of Shen Jiaming's parents brought back by someone, can you go back to China first?" Tang Jingshu's fair and clean face was very calm, showing no emotional fluctuations at all. .

Tang Jingshu's voice is very soft, very gentle with a slight milky ending, which makes people feel very comfortable.

Sweat dripped from Ling Xiaore's whole body, he raised his hand to wipe away the sweat from his forehead, smiled and said, "Jing Shu, you don't have to worry about me, this side is heavily guarded by the police, and bandits don't dare to come in rashly." .”

In fact, Ling Xiao didn't know what to do, and was also afraid that the bandits would really sneak in.

Tang Jingshu nodded, looked at Shen Jiayi sleeping soundly, chatted briefly with Ling Xiao, then hung up the phone and got up from the bench, walked to the opposite side of the wheelchair, leaned over to Shen Jiayi's nose to test his breath.

Shen Jiayi had been sleeping for a long time recently, and when he woke up, he didn't speak, and sat on the hospital bed quietly looking at the trees outside the window.

When she was incontinent, Shen Jiayi would occasionally lose her temper. Tang Jingshu coaxed Shen Jiayi to change her clothes and pants.

Sometimes Shen Jiayi would use the most vicious words to drive Tang Jingshu away.

But Tang Jingshu was very stubborn and would not leave no matter how he scolded him.

When Shen Jiayi's anger dissipated, he came in with a smile on his face and continued to serve Shen Jiayi.

After Tang Jingshu's operation, he was very active in physical therapy to recover from his leg injury. However, Shen Jiaming never appeared again. It was Shen Jiayi who suffered from the pain all the time.

In the blink of an eye, at the end of September, the weather was getting colder and colder. On the way Tang Jingshu pushed Shen Jiayi back to the ward, a gust of cold wind blew towards him, and he shivered for no reason.

Back in the ward, Xiao Xu bought a bunch of decorations for birthday presents to help Shen Jiayi celebrate his birthday.

Tang Jingshu didn't know when Shen Jiayi's birthday was, so he wanted to secretly help Shen Jiayi plan a birthday.

"Mr. Tang, I've already bought the things." Seeing that Shen Jiayi was asleep, Xiao Xu lowered his voice and pointed at the two big bags on the table.

Tang Jingshu nodded, then got up from the wheelchair with Shen Jiayi in his arms, and helped him onto the bed.

Regarding the work of serving people, Tang Jingshu has changed from a novice to a professional nurse.

While taking care of Shen Jiayi, Tang Jingshu specially asked Xiao Xu to do a lot of massage, massage, and anything to take care of the patient.

Taking advantage of Shen Jiayi's sleeping time, the two began to work hard in arranging the entire ward.

Xiao Xu was playing balloons with a pump, one after another, while Tang Jingshu was sitting on the floor with his feet crossed, his left hand was holding a balloon, and his right hand was holding a big-tip pen, drawing two pictures on the surface of the balloon. little man.

Tang Jingshu studied art for a year in the first year of junior high school, and he is quite good at Q-print paintings.

"Mr. Tang, is that you on the right?" Xiao Xu was attracted by Tang Jingshu's painting skills, and looked up to see a pair of little boys.

Tang Jingshu was silent for a few seconds, then smiled and nodded.

The two of them worked hard for two hours, and finally set up the ward. Shen Jiayi woke up at 07:30 in the evening.

Holding a cake in his hand, Tang Jingshu said with an unnatural expression, "I don't know when your birthday will be."

"So today is your birthday to celebrate your birthday."

Shen Jiayi was stunned for a moment, the tails of his eyes were reddish, and he struggled to say two words of thank you.

Seeing Tang Jingshu's meticulously furnished ward, seeing countless balloons pasted on the walls, each with villains painted on them, Shen Jiayi felt uncomfortable again.

He really didn't want to die, but he was powerless to compete with death for his life.

Shen Jiayi knew that he would not be able to hold on anymore, this might be his last birthday.

He was really greedy and wanted to catch Tang Jingshu, but he couldn't catch him no matter what.

How helpless it is for a dying person to still be greedy for love and love in the world.

Tang Jingshu's life has just begun, there is no need to take care of a dying person and waste time on a sick and dying person.

But no matter how he lost his temper with Tang Jingshu, he just didn't want to leave him.

He simply ignored the existence of Tang Jingshu.

Shen Jiayi pulled back his thoughts, staring at a cake in his hand with blurred eyes, Tang Jingshu urged him to make a wish quickly.

He slowly closed his eyes, clasped his hands tightly, and said in his heart, "May Xiaoshu be safe and happy...forget about the bad things about me and him as soon as possible."

"Also... May the time to forget me slow down..." Shen Jiayi thought to himself, let him be a little more selfish in the end.

Opening his eyes, he leaned forward and blew out the candle, as if blowing away Shen Jiayi's forbearing love.

In mid-October, Ling Xiao brought Shen Jiaming's parents' bones and a man to find Tang Jingshu.

The man looked young and had excellent facial features. He looked about 1.9 meters tall and was very good-looking. He followed Ling Xiao closely all the time.

Tang Jingshu took over the bone meal, feeling mixed feelings in his heart, but he didn't know how to explain this to Shen Jiayi.

Tang Jingshu felt that the square box was as heavy as a thousand catties, holding it in his hands heavily.

"Jingshu, you...haven't told Mr. Shen yet?" Ling Xiao stood in the corridor at the door of the ward, seeing Tang Jingshu frowning into the word "Chuan", she knew that he hadn't told Shen Jiaming.

"His illness, I, I was afraid that he would be hit, so I didn't talk about it." Tang Jingshu answered truthfully.

Regarding this kind of matter, Ling Xiao couldn't decide to pay attention to it, so he couldn't help Tang Jingshu make a decision.

Tang Jingshu couldn't make up his mind for a moment, looked up at Ling Xiao, and said, "I just, just want him to be carefree and happy in his last days...be happy..."

Xu Xizhou looked at the two of them getting very close, and became jealous. He stretched out his hand and pulled Ling Xiao's sleeve towards him, and said in a low voice, "Hmph, it's a disadvantage to talk so close."

Xu Xizhou's small actions were seen by Tang Jingshu, subconsciously took a step back, a hoarse and harsh voice sounded behind him, turned around and saw Shen Jiayi sitting in a wheelchair.

"You don't need to hide it from me. Actually, I already knew it." Shen Jiayi, who was sitting in a wheelchair, coughed a few times, accompanied by a slight trembling of his shoulders, which felt like his whole body was about to fall apart.

Ling Xiao stared blankly for a few seconds, the romantic and suave Shen Jiaming and the man in the wheelchair were completely different people.

In the blink of an eye, the surprised expression in Ling Xiao's eyes disappeared without a trace, and he called out respectfully: "Mr. Shen."

Shen Jiayi nodded, but heard Tang Jingshu scolding Xiao Xu for taking him out, "I asked Xiao Xu to take me out, Xiaoshu, don't blame him."

Tang Jingshu saw that Shen Jiayi was not covered with thick clothes, and his heart ached to death, so he quickly asked Xiao Xu to push Shen Jiayi back to the ward.

There was heating in the ward, but there was no heating in the corridor. Tang Jingshu was afraid that Shen Jiayi would be so cold that he would have a fever again.

Xiao Xu nodded quickly, and pushed Shen Jiayi into the ward.

Ling Xiao was a little cautious in front of Shen Jiayi, watching Tang Jingshu busily taking care of Shen Jiayi, it seemed that she had changed into a different person, becoming familiar to him even if he was a little strange.

Shen Jiayi lay back on the bed, with no trace of sadness visible on his face, his thin lips moved: "When I die, bury me next to my parents."

As soon as the voice fell, Shen Jiayi looked up, stood upright Ling Xiao, and continued, "I have been donating to an orphanage, and I can't stop donating after I die. Xiao Ling, remember to follow up when the time comes."

The entire ward fell into a depressing atmosphere, and Ling Xiao had mixed emotions, and it was difficult to describe his mood at this moment in words.

"Mr. Shen, don't worry. I will make sure."

Ling Xiao has been with Shen Jiaming since she graduated, and it has been many years in a flash. In private life, Shen Jiaming can be sure that she is a very jerk, but at work, she is a very good boss and a good boss.

Seeing Shen Jiaming's current appearance, Ling Xiao felt very uncomfortable.

Shen Jiayi was still about to say something, but was interrupted by Tang Jingshu.

"Don't say such unlucky words, you are a good person, don't say such... depressing words, okay?"

When Shen Jiayi found out that he had terminal gastric cancer, he had already explained what happened after his death, and even bought a tombstone.

He has been able to survive until now because Tang Jingshu has been by his side all the time, relying on medical technology to survive until now.

Ling Xiao got Shen Jiayi's promise to bring the bone powder of Shen's father and mother back to China for burial.

Ling Xiao has full power to handle the affairs of Shen's parents after death.

Shen Jiayi's spirit has improved a lot these days, and he is willing to have a few words with Tang Jingshu.

Tang Jingshu thought to himself that as long as Shen Jiayi didn't chase him away, even if he... ignored him, it didn't matter.

As long as others are still there.

"Xiaoshu, push me over to the bench...can you sit and talk with me?" Shen Jiayi looked at the scene in front of him, with a strange emotion in his eyes, his voice was weak and strong, and it rang in Tang Jingshu's ear.

There was a smile on the corner of Tang Jingshu's mouth, his tone was gentle but comfortable, "Okay."

As soon as the words were finished, Tang Jingshu pushed the person in the wheelchair, stopped beside the bench, and sat on the head of the bench by himself, watching groups of patients wandering in the hospital park.

"Xiaoshu, I want to go back..." Shen Jiayi felt that his eyes were heavy and his head was heavy, so he put his whole head on Tang Jingshu's shoulders, with a gap in his eyes, looking at the gray weather, he continued: "I'm afraid ……I can not go back."

When a person dies, can the soul really not go back?

Shen Jiayi has doubts?

If he could go back, he wanted to stay by Tang Jingshu's side and guard him.

Tang Jingshu didn't seem to notice the passing of Shen Jiayi's life signs bit by bit, and said with a bit of tenderness in his words: "Okay, brother Yi, we will be discharged from the hospital and go home tomorrow..."

As long as Shen Jiayi is happy, Tang Jingshu will promise him no matter what.

There was a smile on the corner of Shen Jiayi's mouth, and he raised his hand to catch the snowflakes falling in the air, and when it landed in his palm, his smile grew stronger, "Xiaoshu, it's snowing."

"It's great to have you with me on the first snow."

The snowflakes turned into a crystal clear teardrop, falling from the gray sky...

Pieces of snowflakes fell on Shen Jiayi's shoulders, soaking a large piece of clothes.

Tang Jingshu looked up at the snowflakes falling slowly like dancing, and his thin lips moved: "Yes! It's snowing, so beautiful."

Snowflakes melted in Shen Jiayi's palm, and with the last bit of strength in his throat, he said weakly: "Xiao Shu, goodbye..."

There is no longer Shen Jiayi in the world.

He really loves Xiaoshu so much, even at the last moment of his life, he is full of thoughts that it is not him who will be with Xiaoshu for the rest of his life.

He was very unwilling, really unwilling.

But what if you are not reconciled?

He's leaving right now... leaving Xiaoshu...

out of this world...

He doesn't want to die, really doesn't want to die...

Shen Jiayi was breathless, leaning on Tang Jingshu's shoulder.

Tang Jingshu looked at the heavy snowfall, a smile on the corner of his mouth trembled slightly, his eye sockets became redder, and teardrops like broken threads came out of his eye sockets.

Shen Jiayi really left.

They will never come back, they have completely lost contact with each other...

The smile on Tang Jingshu's face became deeper and deeper, his lips were drawn into a line, tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, dripped down the back of his hands, and finally merged with the snowflakes into a ball of water.

I still can't keep you - Tang Jingshu shouted silently in his heart...

Suddenly there was a figure standing behind him, holding an umbrella to block the heavy snow.

Tang Jingshu's eye sockets seemed to run dry, he couldn't cry out, the cold air poured into his body, the cold was so cold that his whole body was paralyzed, including his heart.

I don't know how long I sat on the bench...

"Jing Shu, Shen Jiaming has already left..." The voice behind him, gentle and powerful, rang in Jing Shu's ear.

Tang Jingshu lowered his head, tears dripped down on the back of his clasped and crossed hands, his crying shoulders trembled slightly.

Is he really gone?

Is there really no more Shen Jiayi in this world?

Does their story end here?

But... Tang Jingshu didn't want to end the story between them.

But the reality told him that Shen Jiayi left in this heavy snow, and would never come back...

(end)

The story of Tang Jingshu and Shen Jiayi ends here...