“...”

The body of the bed was stiff, and the expression on his face did not change much, but the blood was even lighter.

The light in the eyes, a moment also dimmed, saw the remaining six or six some uncomfortable, unsatisfied, and all the things they knew were shaken out.

"Little Ni is sick, I just know, I heard that it is a fever, the fever is very serious, hanging in the hospital for a day of water, just took home."

"She also has a male classmate, with the parents to the door, heard that there are dozens of cars of gifts, said is the door to thank, but I see the situation, keep up with the door."

"Then, it is the news that Xiao Ni is going abroad...Venvango, some things, I am inconvenient to interject as an outsider, but I think my mother is right, like a person should strive to fight, those who have not tried, or have not asked the other party's mind, they do not feel good for each other's decisions, to say that they are cowardly and selfish, I... I am not teaching you, I am just worried that you will regret it later..."

The remaining six breaths said a lot, and Tang Qianqi always stood beside her and took her hand.

She also held his hand tightly.

Some dare not say, as long as two people hold hands together, the heart will have power.

That is love.

Love is the best thing in the world.

If you can hold it, you don’t have to let go easily.

Tang Qianqi and the remaining six o'clock to the end, two people at the beginning of the end, said and left.

In the hospital room, the ground was empty.

It was as if the air was full of solitude.

Van Gogh took a few porridge, tasteless in his mouth, and was bitter in his heart, took a few sips, and put the lunch box aside.

I kept ringing in my ears about what the other six had just said.

Vanessa is going abroad...

She finally decided to let go and start a new life.

Is this not the result he has been looking forward to seeing, why does the heart feel so bad at this moment?

The pain in the heart seemed to be hollowed out.

Van Gogh reached out from the drawer of the bedside table, took out his wallet, his hand gently opened, the sandwich in the wallet, with a small photo.

The edge of the photo, already a little yellow, with traces of rubbing, is already an old photo.

The girl in the photo laughs.

The bend of the eyebrows, the deep dimples, only one glance, can not let go of the eyes.

This is the girl who has grown up, and finally, he is going out to soar.

He should be happy for her.

The corner of the Van Gogh mouth a cursive, like a smile, and like a self-deprecation.

In the mind, in addition to Fanny's stubborn expression, and that day in the Zhong family, he went to find the picture of Grandpa's confession.

In order to consolidate the status of the upper society, it is common for large families to marry each other.

Van Gogh knew in his heart that Grandpa introduced him to the object, not to make him married, but only to care about him.

He didn’t want to turn the corner in front of the old man.

“She’s a good boy, do you really not like her?”Grandpa Van Gogh heard that he was coming to get out of the marriage, and the first reaction froze.

Seeing the attitude of Van Van Van Van Van Gogh, the old eyes blinked several times and asked seriously.

“If you don’t like her, why did you promise to talk to her in the first place?”

“...”

After all, Grandpa Van Gogh is a person who has lived for nearly a hundred years, and many things can be seen clearly at a glance.

Any question, asked Van Gogh almost can not stand.