Follow-up I would like to love you for the rest of my life
I grabbed him and asked, "Where is the person who painted this painting?"
But his question was not answered: "You want to buy this painting? This painting has been here for a long time. If you like it, I will sell it to you cheaper." He suddenly looked up and down again and said doubtfully: "
You look quite similar to the person in this painting."
I'm surprised that I can still maintain my patience. If it were before, I think I would have punched him in the face. Maybe the surprise is already around the corner, maybe the dust of the past year will finally settle.
, I patiently asked again: "Where is the person who painted this painting?"
"He, he lives on the east side of the village, in the courtyard closest to the seaside..."
I held the painting in my hand and ran towards the place he said. He chased me and shouted: "Hey, hey, draw money, draw money."
I took out a handful of money from my wallet and hurriedly threw it on the ground. I didn't know how much it was. I only heard him scream: "You are crazy."
The east end of the village, the east end of the village, I have been thinking silently in my heart, wishing I could grow a pair of wings and fly there immediately.
I bumped into a woman carrying a laundry tub and knocked the basin over in her hand. I apologized hastily and continued running forward with my half-wet clothes.
"Hey, young man, are you in a hurry to get a wife?" Her teasing voice came to mind from behind.
I laughed in my heart, no, I am not rushing to get a wife, I am rushing to meet my wife.
There are two rows of red-tiled houses at the east end of the village, which are almost identical in appearance. There is a flagpole at the door of each house, with a red flag hanging on it. The pattern on it is used by Icelanders to ward off evil spirits and seek refuge, wishing everyone good luck.
Long life.
I found the last house, then raised my hand and knocked on the closed door.
My mood was one of indescribable excitement and excitement, and I had to hold my chest tightly with my hands, fearing that my heart would jump out.
Before long, the iron door made a sharp sound and was opened from the inside. A little boy who looked to be only four or five years old stuck his head out and asked: "Who are you looking for?"
Who to look for?
I never seemed to have thought about this problem. I thought it must be her who opened the door, but when the little boy asked me this question, I was speechless.
"Si Tong, who is it?" A male voice sounded, which made my heart tremble. Could it be that I found the wrong door?
I took two steps back and looked at the house in front of me again. It was indeed the last house at the east end of the village. It was absolutely correct. But why was there a man's voice in the house?
The door was pulled wider, and the man opened the door while talking to the little boy.
The moment I saw him, I was a little startled. I didn't expect that after so long, I would meet an old friend in a place like this.
He is Ziyang, Ye Hen's doctor.
When he saw me, his body visibly trembled, as if something he had been afraid of had finally happened. I saw a flash of sadness and rejection in his eyes, and then a calm calmness.
He turned sideways and said, "Come in."
I stepped into this simple little courtyard, and the little boy named Si Tong immediately ran towards the flower field in the courtyard.
I looked for his back and saw him running in front of a woman, then bending down and calling: "Mom."
The woman's back was turned to me, her long satin-like hair draped casually behind her, her simple dress trailing on the ground, stained by a few fallen petals.
Although it was just a back view, the curling figure was all too familiar.
I almost couldn't believe my eyes. I stood still and didn't dare to move. I was afraid that with a small movement, the image in front of me would disappear. Because I had had too many dreams like this, and every time I woke up from them, I was left with
The whole room was empty, and there was not even the slightest bit of her body temperature.
I was still in a trance, as if I was in a dream, and even my fingertips were stiff.
The little boy pinched a flower and pinned it to her bun and said with a smile, "Mom is the most beautiful."
She raised her pale and slender hand and gently touched Si Tong's face. Her black hair fell down the side of her face, revealing half of her beautiful face. A smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, which dwarfed the flowers around her. She was still so beautiful, so beautiful.
It's like a dream.
"Momo..." I finally called out softly, but I didn't know how much courage and strength this call took.
She turned her head slightly from the call, and there was no surprise as I imagined. She just looked at me blankly, and then as if she didn't recognize me, she turned her head and continued playing with the little boy.
My heart felt like a bottle of sulfuric acid had been poured on it, and it shrank together. What happened to her? She didn’t remember me?
Ziyang came over and sighed next to me: "Taking out so much blood at once is almost lifeless for her. She will reject other people's blood. Your blood is like being born for each other."
, unable to accept strangers. I promised to inject her with some fresh blood first, and then took a special stimulant, and finally brought her to Iceland. She said she wanted to go back to Iceland for the rest of her life.
That day, she was in a severe coma. Just when I thought she was dead, a man miraculously appeared. It turned out that he had discovered us since we landed on the island and followed us all the time. He said his surname was Qiu and that his blood could
Save her life. I didn’t know what the relationship between that man and her was at the time, but she could completely accept his blood. Even I couldn’t believe that she would save her life on the verge of death. This was really
It's a miracle. I think it's because of the strong missing power in her heart that she doesn't want to leave someone alone in this world. But because of the serious sequelae of blood loss, her current IQ is like that of a ten-year-old child. Although she has
There is a possibility of recovery, but it may be one year, it may be five years, it may be ten years, it may be a lifetime."
When I heard Ziyang's words, I was first shocked, then surprised, and finally distressed.
The person who claimed to be surnamed Qiu should be Mr. Qiu. Qiu Mo once said that Mr. Qiu did it for her. She never understood why Mr. Qiu was so kind to her, but now it seems that Mr. Qiu
He was probably Qiu Mo's biological father, but he was clearly in Iceland, so why did he abandon Qiu Mo since he was a child?
Seeming to see the doubts in my heart, Ziyang explained: "Mr. Qiu said that he loved Qiu Mo's mother very much. She was a peerless beauty, but her mother died in childbirth giving birth to Qiu Mo. Therefore, Qiu Mo's mother died in childbirth."
As soon as Mo was born, Mr. Qiu hated her very much, thinking that she had killed her mother. He abandoned Qiu Mo and went to sea. Unexpectedly, he returned to Iceland a few years later. At that time, he returned to Iceland again.
When he was looking for Qiu Mo, she had been adopted by Emperor Ling. He could only stay by her side silently and watch her from a distance. Everything he did for her later was just to compensate for his past mistakes. He would
Half of his blood was given to Qiu Mo, and he exchanged his life for his daughter's life. I can't say whether he was right or wrong, but he still loved Qiu Mo after all."
Poor parents in the world, no matter how resentful they are, the most important thing in their hearts is probably their children.
Ziyang looked at the painting in my hand and said with a wry smile: "She likes to draw, but she always draws this one. She must miss you too much. She only remembers your appearance in her mind."
After finishing the painting, I asked her who she was. She always shook her head and stared at the painting for a long time. As a neighbor in this street, she would give one to everyone she met. I said you are almost becoming a gangster. You are posting it everywhere.
Your notice."
I held the painting in my hand a little tighter, and felt sweet in my heart.
I looked at the little boy named Sitong and asked, "Who is he?"
Ziyang said: "My neighbor's child's parents died when he was born. Seeing how pitiful he was, I adopted him and found a playmate for her."
Si Tong suddenly shouted: "Dad, mom is crying."
I took the first step and ran over, then pulled her into my arms. She looked at me with her big watery eyes. Through the thin mist, I saw my own shadow reflected in her pupils.
In human life, it is so unreal, she is my Momo, she exists so real, her eyebrows and eyes remain unchanged, her body temperature remains unchanged.
"Momo." I whispered, reaching out to wipe the tears from her eyes. I didn't know why she was crying. She was obviously fine just now.
She didn't even struggle, she still looked at me dreamily. After a long time, she said two words unclearly: "Juju."
There was a burst of ecstasy in my heart, she recognized me, she knew I was a tool.
But Ziyang was standing by and gave me a slap in the face: "She yells like that to everyone she sees."
It turned out that she didn't remember it, but it was engraved in her heart. When she became a child and forgot everything, the only thing she didn't forget was the utensils.
Tears filled my eyes, and I pressed my forehead tightly against hers: "Cupi, Jiuji is here, Jiji will never leave you again."
She stretched out her little hand to play with my backpack, and I saw the golden autumn light on her wrist.
"Hello." She said timidly.
"Hello." I sniffed, having never been so out of sorts before, "My name is Leng Xiao, nice to meet you."
She smiled softly, just like she usually did when she laughed in my arms, half shy.
She picked a flower and handed it to me, then pursed her lips. I guessed that she might want to give the flower to me, so I reached out to take it, but she immediately retracted her hand unsatisfied and handed the flower to me again.
I came over, and it took me a while to react before I understood what she meant, so I lowered my body so that she could pin the flowers on my head smoothly. Without a mirror, I couldn't see what I looked like at this time, but I must have
It's extremely embarrassing, but I don't care. As long as it makes her happy, as long as I can see her smile, I'm willing to lie down and ride her as a horse.
She seems to be particularly clingy to me. She has been nestling in my arms since I arrived. She will cry and get angry whenever she doesn't see me. I hardly dare to leave her sight except to go to the toilet.
She likes me to play with her and draw. When she draws, I watch from the side. As soon as she draws, she smiles at me, and then continues to lower her head and draw seriously. She is still drawing me, but it seems
A bit more similar.
When I have nothing to do, I carry her out hiking and fishing. Her body is so weak now that she can't walk very neatly, and she will fall down after not walking very far.
One time, while I was fishing, I heard her grunting behind me. I quickly dropped my fishing rod and ran over, only to see her sitting on the ground, crying and looking at me pitifully. A few days ago, I
I just taught her to write some simple words. She very cleverly used leaves to lay out the words on the ground. Unexpectedly, they were blown away by the wind. She rushed to chase the leaves and fell down.
I held her little hand, flicked the dust off for her, then held her in my arms, and used leaves to form words on the ground again.
I said "Momo."
She said happily: "Momo." After saying that, she looked back at me timidly. I kissed her on the face and said, "Momo is so smart."
She clapped happily.
I added two more words: "Leng Xiao."
She looked at it for a while and didn't seem to recognize it, so she said with some uncertainty: "Leng... Xiao..."
Hearing these two names that she had called thousands of times come out of her mouth again, my heart throbbed, my eyes became wet, and I hugged her tighter, "Momo, read it again.
"
She repeated obediently: "Leng Xiao."
"Oh." I agreed.
She added: "Momo...Leng Xiao..."
I took her hand and pointed it at herself, "You are Momo." Then she pointed at me again: "I am Leng Xiao."
"Momo loves Leng Xiao."
A smile appeared in her eyes, and she read after me: "Momo loves Leng Xiao."
On the way back, she fell asleep on my shoulder, still holding a leaf in her hand. The mountain road was not long, and it looked like a shining white belt in the moonlight. I walked along it with light steps, because I knew
, what I carry on my back is my lifelong longing and hope, and at this moment, I tell myself that I will never let go again, no matter how difficult and desperate the road ahead is.
After staying in Iceland for a week, I proposed to take Momo back to city A because the medical conditions here were limited and not conducive to her rehabilitation. Ziyang agreed after thinking about it for a while. I knew that this man was good for her.
I have done a lot, just like Lin Jinfeng back then. I am grateful to these people. They exist like street lights in Momo's life, warming her heart and illuminating her rugged road.
I invited Ziyang to go with me but he refused. He took Sitong to stay in Iceland because he was used to the life here.
When we boarded the boat outlying the island, Momo suddenly broke out of my arms, and then waved vigorously towards Ziyang on the shore. I saw her crying like a child, yes, half of her life was
Ziyang picked it up for her. Even though she has forgotten everything now, she has not forgotten Ziyang's care these days.
Ziyang said that she might get better soon, or she might be like this for the rest of her life, but it doesn't matter, I will always be with her, even if I start teaching her how to write and speak, even if she will never remember me.
Momo, it doesn't matter if you forget me, because I will always remember you.
She was writing seriously, and I hugged her from behind and whispered: "Momo, I want to love you for the rest of my life."
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There will be a side story between Leng Xiao and Qiu Mo, but it will be after the big side story is over, and the child you care about is also after the big side story. The big side story will be with you tomorrow, so look forward to it!