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Chapter 140 Yihai Day, the Light Before Dawn (1)

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    "The eleventh day. I saw the lights lit up in the dark night, and I waited for the person I love."

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    It's six o'clock, before dawn.

    The air is slightly cool.

    Yu Wanfeng got up in the middle of the night and closed Xiaoyouting, and when it was early morning, she shrank again from the cold.

    Then, I woke up from the freeze.

    Fortunately, I woke up from the cold.

    When I woke up, I saw an unread text message on my phone.

    [Yu Wanfeng, I'm awake, can you call me back?  ¡¿

    ? A text message from Xu Mingchuan.

    Text message sent at four o'clock in the morning.

    Yu Wanfeng woke up immediately.

    She quickly sat up straight, put on a down jacket, and sent a message: [I'm awake, is it convenient for you to answer the phone now?  ¡¿

    Soon, the other end came calling.

    Yu Wanfeng was slightly surprised, Xu Mingchuan, you don't even sleep?

    So I answered the phone, and the first sentence was: "Xu Mingchuan, why don't you sleep? Didn't I ask you to take good care of your illness?"

    Xu Mingchuan smiled: "Well, I'm in good spirits today."

    Yu Wanfeng: ""

    "Yu Wanfeng, I have something to tell you."

    He still spoke slowly, out of breath.

    Yu Wanfeng quickly agreed.

    Let's talk about the matter first, and then let him rest quickly.

    "Can I visit you?"

    He asked Yu Wanfeng.

    So, Yu Wanfeng made a video call and went over.

    The first ray of sunshine in the morning shines on the city, can shine on the grass, among the trees, and can shine into thousands of households.

    However, the photo couldn't enter Xu Mingchuan's ward.

    His eyes slowly fell on the heavy curtains, and the light in his eyes flickered.

    He remembered a lot.

    ? I remembered the first time I heard Zhong Chumian mention a girl.

    Her name is Yu Wanfeng, Yu Wanfeng from the first year of high school.

    Thinking of her fearless appearance, of her clutching the hem of his clothes, crying regardless of her image.

    Once a week, she would go to the library of Yanglan High School and take a book from the shelf.

    She likes to sit by the window, the sun will shine on her, her back is thin.

    She couldn't sit still, and after reading it for a while, she would borrow the book and leave.

    She likes Gypsophila, and always takes a few more glances when passing by a flower shop. Once, she asked him inexplicably, why should Gypsophila be used to match flowers?

    Wuhan University has cherry blossoms every year, and the glow outside Lingbo Gate is intoxicatingly beautiful.

    Xu Mingchuan knows all of this.

    That day, he was wearing a white coat and went to Wuhan University with his colleagues to participate in an event. When he came out of the conference hall and went out through the glass door, a figure passed beside him in a daze.

    He turned around.

    The wind blew, and some cherry blossoms fell from the top. The girl's bright profile faced the sun, and the corner of her smiling mouth could burn into a sun.

    He just looked at her quietly like that.

    Watching her laughing with the classmates beside her.

    Watching her turn her back, watching her go away.

    A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

    Yu Wanfeng, nice to meet you.

    The instruments in the intensive care unit are ticking, day after day, very monotonous.

    He could even tell how many times it rang in a minute.

    The heavy curtains were so heavy that Xu Mingchuan really wanted to walk over, open those curtains, and let the sun shine in.

    His bright eyes gradually became moist, blurring his vision.

    But in the blur, the appearance that belonged to her became more and more clear.

    Xu Mingchuan stretched out his hand, wanting to grab the mirror that belonged to him.

    It's the last time.

    He smiled.

    He wanted to make a wish, hoping that in the illusory afterlife, he could become a river flowing past her door, day and night.

    But in the end, the wish he made was that his girl would always laugh and laugh all her life.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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