Marriage is continuous: mysterious husband brought home

Tang Ye was stunned. "It's OK. It's like this every day."

Nie TingYang held out his hand to her.

"What are you doing?" Tang Ye instinctively stepped back.

"Don't move." Nie TingYang came forward and pinched off two hairs on her snow-white shirt. Then his eyes swept to the place where she was just standing. On the goose yellow floor, her black hair lay quietly there, very conspicuous, but it was more eye-catching because it wasn't one.

Tang Ye looked along his line of sight, his face stiffened, and then said with a smile, "in recent seasons, my hair has fallen a little badly, otherwise I won't cut it into short hair."

Nie TingYang locked her eyes, put the two hairs into his pocket quietly, returned to the sofa with a water cup and sat down, "a woman, don't spell like this."

Seeing that he didn't ask again, Tang Ye secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He went to the front of his desk and picked up his own water cup and received a glass of water, "do you think I want? Who let my father have such a daughter as me?"

"Don't you still have Tang Li? Although he's not your father's own, he's no different from his own."

"He? He's afraid he's too tired, so he doesn't care. Otherwise, you think I want to take care of it? Don't talk about me, talk about you. How do you feel about going to treatment today?"

Nie TingYang thought, "I don't feel much. The psychologist asked me a question. I didn't answer it. I came to you just to get the answer from you."

Tang Ye was interested, "Oh? What's the problem?"

"She asked me, Mr. Nie, who makes you feel guilty most in your heart?"

"That's the question?"

"Yes, I can't remember. I don't know who it is."

"That's the one without guilt. That's a good thing."

"No, it's not."

"What's that?"

"I know I have guilty people, but when she asked me, I couldn't remember anything. Later, I thought of you. She said let me ask you and said you would tell me the answer."

Tang Ye held the glass water cup in both hands, his eyes moved from Nie TingYang's face to the water cup, and his mouth was filled with a seemingly meaningless smile. In his heart, who was the most guilty person?

Who is she most guilty of?

dad? Xiao Chen? Or, herself?

She doesn't know. Maybe it's the same, maybe it's different. This question can only be known at the moment on the eve of death. She keeps this question and waits until that moment to find the answer.

Nie TingYang looked at her and his eyes moved. "Yan Yan, you are the most guilty person in my life." if you didn't meet me, now you should be holding your boyfriend's hand, walking in the early summer rain, talking about the past and the future.

Tang Ye gently shook his head, repressed his sour heart and smiled, "how could it be me? Although I have an unhappy past with you, those now in retrospect are nothing and are not your fault. Xiaochen should be the most guilty. The last thing you and I should do is let him recognize me."

"But you are his mommy, which is a fact that nothing can change." Nie TingYang's voice was a little worried and tried his best to defend himself.

"Ah Yang..." Tang Ye called him. Her voice was mild, but it was not hard to hear a little hoarse. She was trying to suppress her emotions and her nose was sour, but she had no reason to let tears fall out at this time. "We should all have our own lives. Don't forget, you invited me. When you get married, I'll be the bridesmaid."

"..." the man was stuck in his throat. He held the water cup in both hands and nodded hard. Then he suddenly stood up and put the water cup on the table, "I have something else to do, so I won't bother you."

When Tang Ye looked up, he saw that he had walked several steps away, hurried and thin.

"Ah Yang." she called him again, and the corners of her mouth still smiled.

In this world, there is a lie that is true when it hurts, but true when it smiles.

She knew he wouldn't look back, so her tears finally came out, "see a doctor well, you're fine, Xiaochen is fine."

Then she saw that his pace was more rapid, turned around, and he disappeared in sight.

In the elevator, Nie TingYang looked at the two short hair in the open palm, and his eyes were red.

Yan Yan, you just have to drive me out of your world, don't you?

You can't feel my pain. I know you're the one I feel most guilty about. I'll tell you. I want to hear you say you forgive me. In this way, I think the pain will be lighter.

The next morning, a City International Airport.

It was Tang Li who came to send Tang page. He insisted on sending her. It's no use how she said she wouldn't let him come.

Before boarding, Tang Li suddenly hugged her and said nothing.

Tang Ye smiled and patted him. "I'm just going to investigate the market to see if there is a place suitable for planting flowers and plants. I'm not going to do anything else. Do you have any worries? Or do you want me to stay in the office all day long because you don't want me to relax?"

Tang Li loosened her. Although he had a smile on his face, his eyes were red. "Go early and return early. You don't have to worry about the company. Tang Qiong and I will deal with it."

Tang Ye nodded, "take care of your father and don't miss me too much."

Waving goodbye, Tang Ye boarded the plane to j state, and then traveled to K country. It is estimated that it will be very late tomorrow.

When the plane broke through the clouds and the glow shone on her face through the window, the warmth was like penetrating the endless darkness and finally reaching the cold abyss. Tang Ye suddenly thought that she would live and live well anyway.

When the plane arrived at the airport of K country, it was early in the morning. Thousands of clusters of golden arrows came out of the clouds, and the earth was suddenly bright.

Tang Ye stood outside the airport, one hand holding the suitcase, the other hand on the tip of his eyebrows, looking at the East in the distance, his eyes narrowed into a line.

A new day begins. Come on, Tang page!

Dr. Mel was supposed to pick her up, but she refused. She didn't want to be so troublesome. There is a direct light rail car from the airport to the hospital, which is very convenient and fast.

There were not many people on the LRT. Tang Ye found a seat and sat down. His mobile phone rang at this time.

She took out her cell phone from her bag. It was a call from Tang Li and asked her whether she was used to being alone in other places these two days.

She smiled and said that she was on the bus now and felt good. It was a very easy thing to travel alone.

Tang Li laughed when he heard her laugh. He asked her to take good care of herself. Everything at home was fine and asked her not to read.

Tang Ye just hung up the phone and another call came in. This time it was Nie TingYang.

Staring at the number flashing on the mobile phone screen, Tang page hesitated to press the answer button. She was afraid she would cry.

I don't know whether the chemotherapy result is good or bad, but she's afraid it's bad.

A person travels thousands of miles to seek medical treatment in a foreign country. How she hopes someone can be with her, even if she dies in the chemotherapy room, she will be accompanied by someone, at least not alone.

But she was destined to be lonely, once, now and in the future.

Ah Yang, forget me. Your life is still very long. If there is no gratitude and resentment between your parents and me, and there are no misunderstandings, I want to be white headed with you, hold your hand and listen to you call me my daughter-in-law. You don't know how much I like to hear you call me like this. Every time you call me, I'm so happy.

Tang Ye didn't answer the call, but she received a message from Nie TingYang: Yan Yan, today is mother's day. Xiao Chen said he wanted to tell you about happy holidays. Please call back when you see the information, okay?

Tang Ye never cried, but when he saw the last two words of this message, he couldn't help crying.

She raised her hand and tightly covered her mouth. Her teeth bit into the palm, and the red blood came out. Along her palm and chin, blood beads fell one after another, dyed the front of her white coat red, like poppies in full bloom, bright and eye-catching.

She would rather he used the tone of command than he was so humble.

In front of life, they all fade away their arrogance and fall into the dust.

The blue eyes around her were looking at her. This Oriental woman with black hair and yellow skin cried so depressed and sad that she thought it must be painful to her heart.

No one bothered her until she stopped crying. Someone handed her a bag of paper towels. She flushed her eyes, smiled and looked up, "... Thank you."

"Jiang Yuan?" looking at the people around him in surprise, Tang Ye suddenly panicked, "you, why are you here?"

Jiang Yuan opened the tissue bag, took a piece and handed it to her. "There's a case here. You need to come in person. What about you? Are you on business?"

I haven't seen Jiang Yuan for more than two years. I didn't expect to meet here. When I was flustered, Tang page was actually more embarrassed.

When she left city a that year, he sent one email after another to her mailbox, asking her to call him back when she saw it. She saw it, but didn't call him back.

Tang Ye took the paper towel, wiped the tears on his face, and quickly adjusted his mood. In addition to the red fundus of his eyes and a heavy nasal sound, he couldn't see that she had just cried so sad, "I... I came out for a walk. It's a coincidence."

Jiang Yuan smiled. He was as handsome and charming as he was two years ago. He smiled very well. "When you went back to city a, I didn't have time to see you, and then I got the news of your car accident. Later, they told me that you are not you. I want to ask whether you are still you. I dare not ask. When I met you today, I'll ask you, are you still you?"

Am I still me?

Tang Ye pursed his lips, looked at the rapidly retreating building outside the opposite window, gently shook his head, "No."

She is no longer her. Every rebirth is a new life.

It's just a pity that every time she is reborn, her life is getting shorter, this time, shorter.

The road, scenery and people passed by in previous lives have become the memories of this life, sweet and bitter. Some gradually forget, while others are unforgettable.