Chapter 321

I think Zhuang Youhui is mysterious recently. He doesn't often come to me. Every time he comes, he stays for a short time and says a few words to me before leaving. When he walks by, he praises ah Mo and says he's powerful.

When I woke up in the morning, I took the calendar and tore down a three-month calendar, one less. In the twinkling of an eye, it was much thinner. It seemed that there were not many days left.

AMO took the calendar and hung it up. He pushed me to have breakfast. I had no appetite and didn't want to eat much. He insisted that I continue to eat. I reluctantly ate a few more mouthfuls and sighed: "I've been here for a month. Amo, you said, what else can people do in the two months of life countdown?"

I didn't expect him to speak, because he never spoke to me, but today, he seemed to be thinking about something. After a while, he took a stereotype, put it in front of me and asked me to put my hand on it. I remember it was a stereotype specially used by blind people. The words written on it can touch traces.

In a very simple sentence, I groped for it several times and recognized it. What he wrote was: spend every day seriously with your loved ones.

What a bad man. He knew I couldn't meet Qiu Linyan. He just wanted to mention it. I threw aside the stereotype and sighed: "I won't meet him. I'm dying. Why should he see my death and the pain?"

Ah Mo wrote me another paragraph. This time it was a little long. I felt it for a long time before I recognized it. He said: This is just the best thing you think. Maybe your departure is more painful for him. He is more willing to be with you.

I was silent for a long time and looked up at the ceiling, "You don't understand, ah Mo, you don't understand. It's painful to watch my beloved lose his breath bit by bit. When I was on the desert island, I held Qiu Linyan. He was like that at that time. His whole body was cold and his breath became weak. I wanted to die first, so I wouldn't let him see this scene."

"I don't want to be so cruel!"

Ah Mo quickly wrote a sentence. It seemed very urgent. He was in a hurry. After writing, he put my hand on it and crossed my finger on the text: he was willing to face it with you. It was not cruelty, it was love.

"Stop it, you stop it!" I'm afraid if I read too much, my heart will shake. After knowing Qiu Linyan, we've never been separated for so long. Only once, after a week's separation, I'm going crazy.

Now, I haven't seen him for a month. Only that time, I called Zhang Xin and mistakenly called Qiu Linyan, which made me hear Qiu Linyan's voice. That's an extravagant hope.

"Ah Mo, I don't know what story you have. It's just that my husband and I are made of good fortune. I made a great determination and left him. Don't disturb my mind. What if I really can't help going back?"

At night, I had a nightmare. I dreamed that I had returned to the sea again. There, Qiu Linyan was lying on the reef, dying, and the position of his lower abdomen was still bleeding. I kept calling his name according to his wound, but he didn't give me a response.

When a boat came, I tried to move towards the sea with him on my back. Just a few steps later, someone suddenly pushed us to the ground. Soon, the boat drove away and abandoned us directly on the beach. I shouted in fear and wanted the boat to stop, but no one on board paid attention to me. Everyone looked at me with indifferent eyes.

I can only watch Qiu Linyan lose his breath bit by bit in my arms, his body becomes cold, desperate and afraid to cry.

"Qiu Linyan... Qiu Linyan..." I woke up from my sleep and felt around in panic. I didn't touch anything. I scratched in the air. In panic, I knocked over the water on the table, tilted my body and fell under the bed.

Someone pulled me back vigorously. I fell into a warm embrace, a very familiar embrace, and the familiar breath. My heart trembled. I didn't know when the bandage was crooked. I saw Qiu Linyan in the gap of my eyes. He carefully hugged me and looked at my visual line, which was particularly deep.