I raised my head and looked towards the emergency room because I wanted to see her for the last time. Yes, I wanted to see my sister Miaomiao who left an indelible mark on my life.
My heart really hurts, it hurts so much that I can't describe it, and my whole body is shaking from the pain.
Farewell is an indescribable sadness.
Sadness attacks me like a poisonous snake spitting out its bright red letter.
I walked into the rescue room with heavy steps. I didn't want to go in, but I had to go in. A strong medical smell mixed with the smell of blood came into my breath. The lights in the rescue room were extremely bright, and all kinds of
Medical instruments for surgery are arranged in an orderly manner.
Next to the operating table in the emergency room was a trolley. Zhang Miaomiao was covered with a white sheet. She was lying upright on the trolley, so quiet, as if she was sleeping soundly.
I walked to the trolley and gently opened the white sheets, revealing Zhang Miaomiao's face as pale as snow. I looked at her blankly. Her face was peaceful, with a slight smile.
She left this world with a smile, because she had my promise to marry her. Perhaps it was after hearing these words that she left this complicated world with a smile. She loved me and has always loved me.
All.
I gently leaned down and kissed her deeply on the forehead.
At that moment, what came to my mind was that on the eve of the Spring Festival of that year, she and I smiled and greeted my group of little brothers as punishment for losing a bet. They called me grandpa, and they called her grandma.
I am grandpa and she is grandma.
Oh, we are a bunch of happy old people with many children and grandchildren. We should be growing old slowly with gray hair, but we don’t want to...
"Sister Miaomiao, I said that I will marry you as my wife. Don't worry, I will not break my promise. You are now my wife. You are already my wife."
As I spoke, I broke down in sobs, with tears streaming down my face. I bent down and hugged Zhang Miaomiao gently. I could no longer feel her warmth. I could no longer feel her warmth. What I hugged was just a piece of coldness, a piece of coldness that made me cold.
Panicking and cold.
That year, I was seventeen years old, and my first wife's name will always be Zhang Miaomiao.
Later, I asked my mother to come forward, went to the hospital, cremated Zhang Miaomiao's body, and buried her in a grave in our village. She was regarded as the daughter-in-law of our Zhuge family. Of course, these are all things for later.
It was on that day that the doctor told me with a sad face that Teacher Zhu had gone crazy due to severe stimulation.
When I heard the doctor's words, my heart was hollowed out as if it had been penetrated by ten thousand swords.
I didn't cry, I just nodded lightly.
The doctor said a lot of words again, but I didn't listen to any of them.
I walked towards Teacher Zhu's ward, my heart already numb, and I looked at Teacher Zhu sitting in the ward. She raised her head, staring at the white ceiling, motionless, her eyes were dull, her hair was messy, and her saliva was drooling.
I took out a tissue, wiped her saliva, and straightened her hair.
She turned her head and looked at me, and giggled. It was just a smile that made my heart hurt so much.
This pretty young woman grew old and faded in a moment, and her heart-wrenching smile tore at every nerve in me.
That day, I walked out of the hospital ward like a dead person, not knowing where to go, let alone what the future holds.