Chapter 152

Some things happen as soon as they happen, and what happens is what happens.

Looking at the red light on the door of the operating room, Feng Shaoyang feels that his heart has been jumping with the red light. Maybe his heart is jumping when the red light is on. If the red light goes out, his heart will stop beating.

Minqiu, she has taken his heart.

God, it turns out that he still loves her so much that he never loses a point.

Trembling fingers signed his name, but the heart is like floating up in the clouds no longer solid.

The dagger can't help shaking in front of her eyes. If minqiu and the child have an accident, the culprit is him. It's really him. It's all his distrust. It's the irony and torture from day to day that she can't bear it any more. She thinks of her thin shoulder. Feng Shaoyang's back slowly falls against the wall. If

But this world has gone through all but no if.

Leng muxun was leaning against the wall opposite him. At that time, the two people were face to face, but for the first time, they didn't have the impulse to fight. No one wanted to fight. They just looked up at the light in the operating room.

The women in the operating room touched all their nerves.

Late autumn approached Leng muxun, looking at him busy turning his pocket, he was looking for cigarettes, and then a lighter, all the action was not coherent, even a little slow, just like a drug addict suddenly committed a drug addiction, how can not control his own behavior, although the lighter was constantly pressed, but the flame could not jump up, "I come." She grabbed it, pressed the lighter, and then aimed the flame at the smoke on his lips. The flame was bright and dark, and finally lit up the smoke. She took a hard breath, and the man's hand was still shaking.

She said softly, "minqiu will be fine." Although such a soft and beautiful woman looks like Daiyu, she feels that minqiu will not have such a tragic fate as Daiyu, because at this time, the two men outside her operating room love her, which is her luck.

Where there is love, there is blessing.

Where there is love, there is hope.

Leng muxun with bloodshot eyes looked into the late autumn fundus, took a cigarette, then, he suddenly hugged her, tightly hugged her in his arms, "you said, it will be OK, it will be OK."

I don't know if he took her as minqiu or something. He just hugged her tightly and couldn't help murmuring. Yes, the picture of minqiu covered with blood is too strong. Anyone can't help but worry.

Now, all the people can only give the initiative to the doctor, only they can decide min Qiu's life and death.

Ning zisu also arrived. She looked at Leng muxun and the wind with a gloomy face. In the end, she didn't say anything. She just sat on the chair and looked at the floor quietly. At that moment, she seemed to grow old suddenly.

It turns out that behind the original brilliance is a woman's wind and frost years, merciless and arrogant.

Everyone will grow old.

The corridor is very quiet, the wind less Yang so sitting on the cold floor, Leng muxun tightly holding her, the hands of the smoke has been burning to the cigarette end, but did not feel, only the smoke misty in the dark corridor, this year's new year's day, it is no sunshine, it is a cloudy day.

"No smoking in the hospital, sir. Please smoke outside and in the smoking room." The nurse who came in front of him disturbed the tranquility just now, and also made Leng muxun's hand tremble suddenly. The cigarette in his hand immediately fell on the ground. He let go of late autumn and looked at the cigarette end on the ground. Seeing that late autumn's shoes were going to crush the cigarette end, he quickly grabbed her and said: "don't move, don't crush, minqiu wants to live, must live."

God, he took this cigarette end as min Qiu's life.

Hand around his head, let him continue to lean on her arms, this moment she only felt his weakness, men have never been weak, but not for her, but for another woman, but she, incredibly miraculously not angry.

It's just a pity. It's a pity that a romantic love could have happened.

I want to know why.

Why is there such a result, just, this is not the time, if minqiu wake up, she must ask minqiu why?

Why does min Qiu choose Feng Shaoyang instead of Leng muxun.

The cigarette end is finally out, and the operation is still in progress.

Time becomes so hard, she closed her eyes in pain, Leng muxun motionless as if dead, minqiu's suicide is like taking away his soul.

I don't know how long later, the only thing she could feel was the nurses coming in and out, but they were all quiet, trying not to make a sound, for fear that it would disturb people inside and outside the operating room.

The sudden sound of mobile phone rang out in this cold silence. Late autumn just wanted to hang up, but looking at Bai Moyu's mobile phone, she thought of poetry and fruit. She forgot the children and released Leng muxun, "I'll answer the phone, children's phone."

Leng muxun nodded dejectedly, then looked at her with a pair of lifeless eyes, but didn't seem to know what she was saying at all, "Hey, Mo Yu... Well, it's in the operation... Why don't you take the poem and fruit back and let my mother take them for me. I'll go there later when the operation is finished." She doesn't know what's wrong with her. She doesn't want to go away. Although the woman in the operating room is Leng muxun's favorite, she doesn't want minqiu to die, not at all.

"Well, don't worry. I'll bring poetry and fruit myself." Bai Moyu's voice seems to be smiling, which makes late autumn warm and reassuring.

He always shows up when she needs him most, and then accompanies her until she doesn't need him any more.

Heart, there is a pain, let her subconsciously call, "Mo Yu..."

"Well?"

She swallowed a mouthful of water and whispered, "Happy New Year!"

"Happy New Year! Let me know when you have news. "

"Yes, goodbye."

"Goodbye."

When the phone hung up and turned his head, Leng muxun was looking at her. Her eyes made her panic. It seemed that she was going to kill someone. It suddenly reminded her that he had picked up her collar in Jiujia restaurant to strangle her face. At the moment, it was the same.

"Say, do you mean it?" His consciousness finally returned, he was thinking, and he attributed all this to her.

Heart a jump, she said: "I just want you to see her side, even if far away, she loves you."

Her voice is a little dumb, with a woman's unique charm, so quietly in the corridor of the hospital, every word is her sincerity, she never thought to count him and minqiu, he does not love her, that is she and he have no fate, everyone can have their own choice, she can go away, let himself just be his friend, she said last night.

Looking at her misty black eyes, Leng muxun's sharp eyes gradually faded away and turned to a little soft, "what about you?"

Three words, very light, but let her eyes suddenly suffused with tide, he finally believed her once.

"Min Qiu said, let you drink less wine and smoke less cigarettes, let me take care of you when I'm free." She murmured, looking around him, love does not have to say, love does not have to have.

"And you?" He became stubborn, and suddenly remembered that she had no desire for him in the past six months when she was missing. Just now in Jiujia, he was crazy to treat her like that. After six years and six months, he left her twice. She never cared to enter his world. She suddenly realized this. Looking at the face of late autumn, it was a little hazy, but it was a little unreal, Reach out to touch on her face, icy comprehensive person, "cold?" He then found out that because of minqiu's accident, everyone rushed to the hospital. In late autumn, he only wore the high collar golden velvet shirt, and even forgot to wear the windbreaker. After standing with him for a long time, he carelessly found that he took off his coat and put it on her.

She did not speak, quietly looking at him, a long time red lips just stammered, "ah Xun, you finally believe me once." With that, he turned red and stroked his hand to her neck. There, it was the pain he had had when he pinched her collar. In fact, it was not long ago.

The hand that caresses her face falls down. His expression is guilt or apology. The dark purple long men's windbreaker is draped on her shoulder, which makes her feel warm. In fact, the warmth comes not only from the windbreaker he drapes on her shoulder, but also from the warmth of her heart, which is very beautiful.

The corridor fell into a quiet atmosphere again. Leng muxun pulled her to sit beside him. They didn't speak. His expression also recovered a little bit of nature. Occasionally he looked up at the door of the operating room. The words "in operation" always made him frown.

Time, in the slow walk, the operation is not only minqiu, but also her fetus, perhaps because of this complex, so the operation is not over.

Leng muxun, who had already returned to normal, soon couldn't sit still. He stood up and rushed to the door of the operating room. When he saw a nurse coming out, he immediately grabbed her sleeve and said, "how is the patient now?"

The nurse did not lift her head, obviously in a hurry, "still in the rescue..." and she was about to get rid of Leng muxun's hand holding her sleeve.

"What is still in the rescue? You see, it's dark. How long will it take?" He roared, eager to kill, a pair of eyes as if to spray fire.

"Sir, please let me go. I'm going to get something. If I get it late, I'm afraid the patient's risk will be more serious..."

Her this sentence really works, Leng muxun immediately loosened the little nurse's sleeve, anxious to drink, "go quickly."

The little nurse ran away, hoping to have two more legs. On one side of the door, Feng Shaoyang glanced at Leng muxun, "it's time for you to leave. You're not needed here."