"Mr. Lin, you have a good rest. I'm right here. I'm right here. I look at you, I watch you, and I'll take care of you."
When she was most sad, he was the only one who watched her, took care of her and accompanied her.
Now, so will she.
Lin Zhiqing was very tired and slowly seemed to fall asleep.
Wei Zi gently covered him up and sat next to the hospital bed watching him.
Her mobile phone was placed in the lounge next to her. She opened international roaming. The mobile phone was always on. It was all called by Gu huaimo. There was no sound and no one heard it.
Lin Xuechang's coma is getting longer and longer. Lin Zhijin is crazy all over the country and the world is looking for the right medicine and the best doctor.
However, anyone who sees Lin Zhiqing's current situation will gently tell him to do whatever Lin Zhiqing likes.
Wei Zi didn't see him and didn't want to see him. She wanted to keep good watch over Lin Xuechang until the last day was over.
You can't find the charger of your mobile phone. Just let it go. Turn it off if you like.
Gu huaimo needs time to calm down. She can give him absolute and quiet time.
No matter how strong and happy you are in life, what can you fight over? In the end, it will not be like this. There is a small life and a big sacrifice. No matter how, in the end, there is a time to leave.
She stood at the window and looked at the lights below. Her heart was also sad.
Lin Xuechang's health is getting worse and worse. He has only one or two hours to wake up.
When she was in pain, she didn't dare to see it. It was really cruel. I'd rather he could fall asleep. I'd rather the doctor gave him a lot of sleeping pills to let him sleep at ease, or it was better than the black thing in pain.
Now Lin Xuechang is sitting in a soft chair with a peaceful face.
Now that the medicine has passed, he wakes up and has no pain for the time being. Such a time is also the most comfortable time for him.
Wei Zi looked back at him and said softly, "Mr. Lin, the night outside is beautiful now. There are many lights outside, and the stars here are also very bright. It's like reaching out to pick up my favorite stars."
He smiled gently: "I like it too. When I was confused just now, I heard your poems. It's really nice."
"Senior students like to listen to these. I'll find a better one to read to you later."
He just smiled and seemed very tired.
But still cheer up: "Wei Zi, do you think I can really see it when I remove the gauze the next day?"
"It must be. Didn't we agree to fly and see the whole Thailand in the high sky?"
"Yes, I'd love to."
"I have to see the four Buddhas. I heard that it's very spiritual to make a wish. I almost wanted to go today."
"What wish do you want to make?"
"Mr. Lin is in good health. Get better soon."
He sighed in his heart, Wei Zi, it's really a waste of this wish. He can't get up.
He knew in his heart that Wei Zi was here and would not be much better for her in the future. Wei Zi had a family, but he really wanted her to be with him. Every time he slept, he didn't know whether he had a chance to wake up again. Every time he woke up, he wanted to listen to her. Just listening to her voice could support all the pain.
Even if he didn't speak, he would be very satisfied if he could smell and feel her.
Such greed is covered more and more carefully for fear that others will see through.
"Mr. Lin, this is the photo sent over there. Have a look."
Lin Zhijin took the heavy envelope: "where's the negative?"
"According to President Lin's instructions, I printed these immediately, and then I personally destroyed those negatives and USB flash drives."
"Very good." he nodded. "Send some to Gu's house, and then you let the people over there send a message that Wei Zi is with him in Thailand."
"Yes, Mr. Lin."
Zhiqing doesn't have much time. When Zhiqing leaves, he wants Zhiqing to be with the woman he likes. It's best for her to be alone all her life, so that she can live up to Zhiqing's heart and affection for her.
Zhiqing loves Wei Zi so much that she is desperate.
He owes a lot to his brother. It's estimated that he can't help with his illness, but he thinks that the person he likes can accompany him well. It's best to have Zhiqing alone in his heart in the future.
Of course, if Gu huaimo doesn't care, he doesn't have any choice, but as far as he knows now, Gu huaimo will not only care, but also care very much.
When these photos are sent to Gu's house again, it is estimated that they will cause a great uproar. Then he will threaten Wei Zi to divorce Gu huaimo, and it will be natural.
How many days does Zhiqing have, she has to be single with Zhiqing without concern. This is fair. How much Zhiqing pays for her is not just a thank you or a sorry.
Wei Zi didn't know anything here. Over there, the express company sent a large stack of photos to Gu's house on time.
The guard saw that it was sent to Mrs. Gu. There were a lot of these messy express mails. They were all propaganda. There were a lot of leaflets in them.
He casually put it on the receiving and dispatching cabinet in the hall. At noon, Tian Ma sorted it out and was ready to clean up some messy things, some smashed and some directly thrown away.
It happened that Yang Suyan came in: "Tian Ma, are you cleaning up these?"
"It's not. Most of it is propaganda. Madam doesn't even look at it. If she doesn't throw some every other week, a pile of them will be here."
Yang Suyan didn't look much: "Tian Ma, did you send it from Gu Huaijing?"
"That's not true."
"Oh." she answered, and then gave her an envelope: "send it out for me. Remember to send it by express."
"Yes, madam."
Yang Suyan glanced at a thick express letter in Tian Ma's hand, which read Mrs. Gu's name and was sent from Beijing. It was still an expensive express. This should not be those propaganda things sent indiscriminately.
"Tian Ma, show me this."
Mrs. Tian handed it to her: "it's madam's. I don't know what it is?"
"Oh, it looks good. Don't throw it away. I'll take it up and show it to my mother."
Mrs. Tian didn't care. Anyway, there are a lot of these messy brochures, jewelry, clothes and all kinds of things. She has to throw a lot every week.
The sending company seems to say Lin's, Lin's, isn't it Lin Zhijin's company? Yang Suyan smiled. Fortunately, he didn't throw it away. He didn't know what Lin Zhijin sent.