To Make He Yu Regret

He Yu was sober in a sunny afternoon.

Golden light penetrates the room through the window, and clusters of flocculent patterns are reflected on the ceiling. When the wind blows, the lines extend and blur. It comes from the graphics on the curtains, he thought. The wind gave them a shape and fell in his eyes like a faint wave of water in a **** lake.

The rainy season in the dream passed quietly.

The heating in the room, the dry quilt, the quilt was properly tucked... Then, the senses returned to his body.

He Yu heard the breathing of another person close at hand.

Looking to the side of the hospital bed.

Jiang Mingzhen leaned against the edge to take a nap, her eyes closed tightly, breathing softly.

A silver hair seemed to melt away in the sun, soft, and dazzlingly crystal clear.

He caught a glimpse of the bouquet on the bedside table. With white petals, the little daisy has a bright smiling face. So he naturally raised his hand, took off the little flower, and steadily put it to her ear.

Jiang Mingzhen frowned, Xiao Hua trembled slightly, and He Yu quickly held his breath.

Surprised and not dangerous, did not wake her up.

He curled his mouth, listening to her breathing pace.

Once and for a while, follow her to inhale and exhale, with the same frequency as her.

The last time Niuniu asked him: Grandpa, did He Yu regret it later?

Unlike the previous answer, he thought he would say this time: I regret it.

If you can go back, go back to the five-year-old first sight, back before Jiang Mingzhen made harsh words to him for the first time.

The little bridegroom with a bun face carefully pinched the edge of the red cloth with both hands, and lifted it up to see the expectant eyes of the little girl under the hijab.

He wants to tell her.

Tell her on the first side.

"Thank you for being my bride."

"you are pretty."

The flowers of childhood are caught in white hair, the wind is good, the sun is good.

I regret that you are too precious. I want to cherish all the time I have with you, no matter in the past or in the future.

Unconsciously, He Yu also felt sleepy.

He decided to take a nap with Jiang Mingzhen.

When they wake up next time, he puts on the sweater she knitted, and they will go home together and tell their granddaughter their unfinished love story.

How did they meet after the university separation, how did Jiang Mingzhen find her name, how did they confirm each other's feelings, and what Niuniu cared about most, the part where grandma defeated the supporting actress.

That's long enough, he thought.

It’s okay to take a break now.

He Yu closed his eyes peacefully.

God comes.

In the small ward, some small miracles happened before no one found out.

When Jiang Mingzhen wakes up, He Yu will be awakened with a scream.

The little daisy in her ears let her know that he was awake and that his arms could move freely.

Jiang Mingzhen will be very happy.

Wearing the little flowers he put on by himself, wrinkles and white hair can't stop the beautiful seventy-year-old.

Xiaozhen, who embraces He Yu, has a brighter smile than a flower.

The author has something to say: [This is the end, thank you for your support.

As mentioned at the end of the article, some unfinished things that happened later will appear in the form of extras. 】

I need to apologize to everyone who is following the update, the follow-up update of this article is too slow and too little.

The three-dimensional busy mental pressure is mostly a factor that I should solve by myself, which affects your reading experience, sorry.

After this article, I will stop writing for a period of time, and then open a new hole when there is time to save the manuscript.

At the end of the routine publicity, I hope to see you in the future.

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The next book is pre-accepted, and I haven't thought about what to write yet. It is tentatively called "Sick Rose".