Chapter 3143

Dyed white also asked, "that's it?"

"Yes, that's it." Jiang Yuyan bent his eyes slightly. "I also feel you don't have to be afraid."

"You'll be fine."

It seemed that he was afraid of dyeing white and didn't believe it. The young man straightened up slightly. The eyes like ink dyeing the night sky reflected the girl's eyebrows, "do you know what my last life was?"

Dye Bai stared at Jiang YuYan's clear eyes and could see his shadow from each other's pupils, "what?"

"Yanling family." Jiang Yuyan answered very easily. He coughed low and said in a particularly serious and focused tone: "you... Live a long life for the rest of your life."

"It will work."

Dyed white: "

Young or not?

She said word by word: "Jiang Yanling's family?"

Jiang Yuyan: "well, I'm here."

Dye Baimo.

This guy is really... Very naive.

In the sun, the young scoundrels lie on the head of the bed. They have a clear sense of youth. Their side faces are clean and handsome, and their cold white fingers play with their dyed white hands.

It is the peace of that moment in time.

If so,

Years are quiet.

Jiang Yuyan didn't know what he thought. He suddenly said, "if..." he seemed to don't know how to say it. He was very distressed. He solemnly stressed again: "I mean if, one day."

He said, "if I disappear, will you be reluctant?"

The young man looked at her almost piously, with pure and clean eyes.

Dyed white slightly deviated from her eyes and staggered Jiang YuYan's line of sight, but said coldly: "why, you want to go to heaven?"

"Maybe." Jiang Yu smiled.

He didn't stick to this topic, but quietly looked at ranbai and whispered at a certain moment: "if it were you..."

"I will not give up." he whispered, his voice was so light that it would float in the air at any time, and it was too late to catch any trace.

So.

Please forgive his selfishness.

Ranbai doesn't listen to what Qingjiang Yuyan is saying, but she doesn't ask any more.

Not a word.

Later,

She often thinks,

If I had not been so calm; Not so rational; Less speculation, weighing the pros and cons; Not so self righteous that the so-called love, but so.

An unspoken word has become a word that can never be said.

At first, only Tao was common, until later... I didn't even have the opportunity to speak.

"Then I'll go." Jiang YuYan's eyes blinked slightly, his dark pupils contained a clean smile, and his expression was as usual, showing a wanton sense of youth, even his tone was not abnormal, "goodbye."

All right.

Goodbye

Ranbai said, "bye."

She watched Jiang Yuyan walk out of the ward without stopping.

The young man's back is young and tall. It is the dawn and the scorching sun. It is a God's residence that will never be arrogant.

I don't know when the snow has stopped. A wisp of faint light suddenly appears in the sky. It seems that it is a fine light. It faints on the young man, and even the outline is slightly blurred. At that moment, it can't see clearly like a flower in the hazy fog. It's like flowing water, swaying the wind, lifting a length of clothes, brushing the ripples at the bottom of my heart, surging through the sun, with a clean smell, but I can't grasp it, In vain.

If you don't pay attention, it's empty.

The figure fixed in his eyes is like a static painting in dusty years. It has appeared countless times in his life, but dye Bai has never held out his hand once.

Until one day,

Suddenly, without any warning, it disappeared.

Since then, dyed white never saw that figure again.

Jiang Yuyan didn't leave directly, but went to Shi Qingci's office.

The young doctor raised his eyes slightly from the case, glanced at the comer, took back his eyes, covered the blue black of the fundus of his eyes with long eyelashes, and closed the case.

He has been investigating the source of his heart through various means and contacts these days. He often stays up all night without any available news.

Jiang Yuyan stared at Qingci for two seconds, smiled and sat in front of the doctor.

The first sentence is.

"I have a heart here."

It was such a concise and comprehensive sentence that all the actions of Shi Qingci stopped.

Jiang Yuyan didn't seem to feel how shocking what he said. The next sentence was: "anytime. You can prepare for the operation as soon as possible."

Shi Qingci asked, "who?"

"You'll know then." the teenager smiled indifferently and decided the time directly: "how about a day later? Give you a day to prepare to ensure that there is no mistake from the beginning to the end of this heart exchange operation and keep her safe."

"Jiang Yuyan." Shi Qingci called his name word by word. His eyes were deep like the night sky in the early morning. He was still asking, "who?"

"Is this question very important?" Jiang Yuyan smiled coldly and recklessly. "We all have a common goal, that is to let her live. That's enough."

Jiang Yuyan said frankly, "I won't hurt her, and I believe you won't either."

After that,

The boy is gone.

That was not the last time I saw Jiang Yuyan in the Qing Dynasty, but it was one of the few times.

The doctor was quiet in the office for a long time. His expression was faint and stained with darkness.

When Yunman and Ju Shichang learned about it, it seemed as if the dead wood was in spring. A white light instantly cut and tore the bottomless darkness.

"Yes, is it true?" Yun man's voice was trembling. He looked at Qingci with red eyes. He was a little confused, a little expected, and even incoherent. "The source of the heart... Really found the source of the heart?"

"Yes."

The next day,

God is not beautiful,

It began to snow at dawn. There was no sunrise or light.

It was light snow at first, and then it became heavier and heavier. It was snowy, as if it could overturn the whole world.

It's gray and foggy in this weather.

Early in the morning,

Jiang Yuyan came to the hospital alone.

It was dark, and the winter night was still heavy. The boy was single and stood quietly in front of the girl's ward.

The girl was in a coma with medical instruments on her body. Her long eyelashes dropped a shadow of love, which was a little less cold than when she was awake.

His face is very pale, his eyebrows are picturesque, fragile and empty, like a delicate doll.

Also like the apricot blossom spring rain to her, the figure of holding an umbrella in white is as slender as ink landscape.

It was quiet in the ward,

There was no sound.

Quiet, you can clearly hear your heartbeat.

The early morning night was silent and long.

The boy's eyes are dark, but when staring at the girl, his eyes are bright, and when his eyes are low, they almost overflow light.

He leaned down with his long white fingers against the edge of the hospital bed.

Long eyelashes half cover the deep eyes.

Focused and pious eyes are the love of young people all their life, like the starry sky on a midsummer night and the endless wilderness.

The ward is dark, without light, and the expression is dense. You can vaguely see the tall outline of the youth and the action of cherishing love.

His eyes are like the deep sea. The Buddha's sadness can't be melted, and people can indulge in it.

That kind of look is hard to refuse.

"Hearing that heart change will have the probability to forget some memories."

"Whatever the future, please remember -"

The young man's voice fell in the long dark night, as if it were a cold, white and thorough gentle light, with a lonely, hot and frightening emotion.

"Jiang Yuyan loves you."

The youth breath enveloped the girl, the light fragrance lingered, the room was clean and clear, and a kiss fell gently on the Bank of dyed white lips.

Then——

He turned and left, determined step by step, bent on his own way and poured out his solitary courage.

Just for one person.