"Li Jingshen, are you afraid that I will disappear suddenly?"
"Are you afraid that I won't hear from you at all?"
"Are you afraid that when I enter the hospital again, what you receive is not a critical illness notice but a death certificate?"
"And when you saw me again, I was just a black and white photo?"
"Li Jingshen will keep your words in mind for the rest of his life. I wish the two new couples will grow old together and live to the end of old age."
Li Jingshen had a very long dream, Shen Zhichu was struggling in the sea of ??fire, the hot flames licked her feet, she rolled on the ground in pain and slapped the French windows hard.
Ten fingers were stained with blood, and the glass window was covered with bloodstains, which were traces of Shen Zhichu's struggle before his death.
Li Jingshen wanted to rush up to rescue Shen Zhichu, but he couldn't even get close, there was a transparent barrier in the middle that separated them fiercely.
In the dream, the overwhelming heat wave was blowing on his face, he looked up to the sky, the pure sky seemed to be stained red with blood, he knelt on the ground and cried heartbreakingly, as if he wanted to drain all the tears in his body.
He stretched out his hand to grab Shen Zhichu, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't catch Shen Zhichu's hand, and could only watch helplessly as the fire burned her whole body.
Shen Zhichu's eyes were empty, and he looked at him with a dull expression.
With tears in his eyes, Li Jingshen said: "Shen Zhichu, please don't leave me, God, I only want Shen Zhichu, and the only thing I have left is her Please give her back to me, okay?"
In the dream, God answered his words.
"Maybe this life is the next life you prayed for in your previous life."
The person you have not been able to cherish at the top of your heart, the person you have been tormenting, the person you once disliked, may be the person you asked for in the last life but could not silently pray for God to get in this life.
It's a pity that you got it and lost her again.
"I always thought you wouldn't leave. You have years to come. You can't worry about Mrs. Zhang. You regained your memory and remembered Qin Mo, Su Miao, and your brother I thought you wouldn't leave with so many worries" Li Jingshen stretched out his hand towards her, tears kept rolling from the corners of his eyes.
Shen Zhichu curled up in the sea of ??flames, his eyes fell on Li Jingshen through the glass, those eyes were lifeless and without any emotion.
Li Jingshen felt great pain in his heart, and there was nowhere to vent his sadness. At this moment, his body seemed to be hacked into pieces, and he trembled from the pain.
He can't do anything in reality, and he can't do anything in his dream. Even hugging her has become a luxury for him.
"Shen Zhichu, can you talk to me? Even if you scold me."
Shen Zhichu, whose eyes were empty, raised her eyes and looked up at him. The surrounding fire was so bright, but her eyes were not illuminated. Those dark eyes reflected Li Jingshen's distressed appearance.
She said softly: "The world is very good, but because of you, I won't come"
As soon as Shen Zhichu finished speaking, his body gradually became transparent, flickering in the flames, as if about to disappear before his eyes.
"Don't!" Li Jingshen's eyes were full of horror, and he rushed over to hug her tightly, but what he hugged was a ball of air.
He stared at Shen Zhichu in front of him, obviously close at hand, but seemed to be separated by thousands of rivers and mountains.
The hand outstretched in mid-air trembled so much that he couldn't touch Shen Zhichu.
Shen Zhichu showed a relieved smile, how cruel it was that she disappeared slowly before his eyes.
"Shen Zhichu don't leave! I'll give you whatever you want, even if you want me to die! I beg you not to disappear before my eyes, no!"
He desperately wanted to bring Shen Zhichu back, but her body became weaker and weaker, and gradually merged with the fire behind her.
When he disappeared, he heard Shen Zhichu's hoarse voice: "Li Jingshen, you have to live well, death will only dirty my reincarnation circuit"
Li Jingshen woke up suddenly, his eyes were all white, the smell of disinfectant was floating around, there was a liquid medicine hanging on his head, and the infusion tube was connected to the back of his hand. The room was so quiet that he could hear the sound of dripping water.
His face was wet, even the pillow was wet, thinking of the dream he had just had, Li Jingshen suddenly propped up his upper body, the pain in his stomach reminded him that this is reality.
"President Li, are you awake? How do you feel? Do you feel any discomfort? Do you want to drink water?" Zhao Qian held the thermos cup in his hand, saw Li Jingshen sitting up, and hurried over to support Li Jingshen.
"President Li, you have been in a coma for several hours without eating. I ordered stomach nourishing soup here, would you like some?" A month ago, Shen Zhichu had a side effect after a bottle of pesticide was put down, and his stomach ached.??Continued.
"Where is Shen Zhichu?" Li Jingshen's face turned pale, and he held Zhao Qian's hand with such force that it seemed as if he wanted to crush the bones of his hand.
Zhao Qian was in pain, so he gasped and said quickly, "Ma'am, in the morgue"
Li Jingshen let go of him, got off the bed and ran outside without shoes, Zhao Qian sighed and chased him out with his shoes.
The location of the morgue is relatively hidden, and it is difficult for people who don't know the route to find it. Li Jingshen is like a headless fly flying around. In the quiet corridor, the only sound is his panting. His face is already pale. Now in the corridor The daylight of the daylight hit his face like the wall behind him.
His eyes were scarlet, and his eyes were moist again after crying in his dream.
"President Li, here, I'll take you there, you put on your shoes first."
Today's Li Jingshen is like a robot with a program, the instruction is "Shen Zhichu", what Zhao Qian says he will do, and when he hears that he wants to take him to find Shen Zhichu, he puts on his shoes quickly.
"where?"
"This way." Zhao Qian walked ahead, opened a door, walked through a dim corridor, and came to the door of a room.
Li Jingshen looked at the closed door, he raised his hand and put it on the doorknob, he pushed open the heavy door in a daze, uneasy, helplessly.
The cold air coming from the pavement made him shiver uncontrollably. There were many beds inside, but only one was covered with a white cloth and nothing could be seen, but Li Jingshen knew that it was Shen Zhichu.
Li Jingshen walked over, and when he got to the bedside, his already aching heart scratched his heart with his paws like a cat that had burrowed into it.
He tasted the bloody smell in his throat again, unknowingly raised his hand, trembling in mid-air, until he was stiff and numb, he carefully lifted the burial cloth.
Sure enough, Shen Zhichu slept on it, and the mortician had obviously tidied her up, her hair was not as messy as before, but neatly trimmed, the burns on her body were bandaged with gauze, and she changed into clean clothes.
No matter how much makeup was put on, the undertaker couldn't repair the half of the face that was burned, so he brought a half-face mask to cover the cheeks that were burned by the fire.
Li Jingshen looked at her obsessively: "Chuchu next time you sleep, you can't cover your head with a white cloth, you will scare me." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com