In order to inspire Boyi's will to live, she took Xiao Youchen from Wen Dazui.
He let Xiao Youchen stay by his bedside all day and talk to him. He also let Xiao Youchen bring the food to him. If he brought it to Boyi himself, he would feel sick at the sight of it and would not be able to eat a single bite. But when Xiao Youchen brought it to Boyi, he could force himself to eat some. This must be a psychological effect!
Qianqian looked at the sensible little Youchen feeding Boyi one spoonful at a time. She felt relieved but also sad.
She stood outside the door and couldn't help wiping away tears secretly.
“Cough cough cough…”
Boyi's cough interrupted Qianqian's secret crying. She hurriedly grabbed a porcelain basin and ran to the bed, placing it in front of Boyi.
Boyi coughed violently, coughing up everything he had just eaten. He had been like this a lot recently, and Qianqian had gotten used to it. Whenever she heard Boyi crying, she would immediately prepare a basin for him to catch his vomit.
She held the basin in one hand and gently patted Boyi's back with the other hand to help Boyi breathe more smoothly.
After Boyi vomited, he leaned back against the head of the bed weakly.
Qianqian put down the basin in her hand, poured a cup of warm water, and brought it to Boyi's bed.
"Bo Yi, drink some water!"
Qianqian removed the word "brother" and called Boyi by his name directly. It was not that she wanted to take advantage of him, but she felt that this was more intimate and easier to call him.
Boyi took the water cup, took a small sip, and coughed twice.
Qianqian sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Boyi with worry.
"Thank you, Qianqian. I'm fine. You see, I haven't died in such a long time. You don't have to stay with me all day. Taking care of your store is more important."
"Boyi, it's already this late, and you're still saying this. I've already told you this is a mental illness. If you don't want to get better, no amount of expensive panacea will help. I know you must have thought Sister Shumei was...that's why you gave up on yourself, disregarding life and death. But have you ever considered that Sister Shumei has been out of contact for five months, and that she wrote that she might only have three months to live? This lack of news might not necessarily be a bad thing. At least it means she must still be alive and well, otherwise the police would have come to the village to spread the word."
Qianqian analyzed the current situation to Boyi, hoping that he would rekindle the will to live.
Boyi thought about Qianqian's words carefully and felt that what Qianqian said made sense.
In that case, I should live well, otherwise when Shumei comes back, I will be dead, and we will be separated forever.
The desire to live was ignited in Boyi's heart. He drank two sips of water from the porcelain cup, looked at the sunset outside the window, and a slight smile appeared on his face.
"Qianqian, thank you for your hard work. Look how beautiful the sunset is. Help me go to the balcony and take a look. Let's get some fresh air!"
Boyi actually planned to go out. Qianqian jumped up from the bed excitedly and responded repeatedly, "Okay, okay, come, I'll help you."
Qianqian helped Boyi out of bed. Boyi was extremely weak. He even found himself floating. His legs could no longer be used due to not exercising for a long time.
Qianqian took great pains to drag Boyi to the balcony. She brought him a rattan chair and let him lie on it, looking at the sunset sky and breathing in the long-lost fresh air.
Qianqian sat beside Boyi, looking at his calm face, tears welling up in her eyes. Boyi was finally alive, and her hard work had not been in vain.
Her love for Boyi is selfless. She only wishes Boyi well, hopes Shumei can come back soon, and that they can finally be together. She never dares to let herself have any improper thoughts about Boyi, and constantly reminds herself that he belongs to Shumei, and only Shumei can bring him happiness. True love does not necessarily require possession.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone on their faces, and everything seemed so beautiful.
This Shumei is truly poisonous. Jizong was so depressed and vomited blood because of her that he died. Now Boyi is also like this. The reputation of Shumei as a bad star is spreading like wildfire in the village.
Liu Jiang drove Wencai and Shumei back home.
Wencai led Shumei towards his home. He stopped at his door and knocked lightly a few times.
“Knock, knock, knock…”
This action puzzled Shumei. Didn't Wencai say that the Li family was still angry with him and that he lived alone? Then why was he knocking on the door? Could it be Qing Ke? Yes, it must be his girlfriend who was living there.
Before Shumei could express her guess, a middle-aged woman came to open the door.
"Wencai, you're back!"
The woman came forward with a smile. Wencai nodded and pulled Shumei into the house.
"Wencai, this is..."
Shumei was about to ask who this person was, but Wencai didn't give her a chance. He dragged Shumei into the living room, asked the woman to pour tea, and turned a deaf ear to Shumei's words.
"Shumei, please sit down and rest for a while. I'll go change my clothes."
Without Shumei's response, Wencai hurried away.
Shumei sat uncomfortably on the sofa and began to look at the furnishings in Wencai's house. It was a very spacious living room with a refrigerator, a TV, a coffee table... In short, it had everything.
Wencai sneaked into the kitchen where the woman was making tea. He stood not far from her, looking as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.
"Wencai, why are you here? You scared me. Is there something you want to tell me?"
The woman brewed the tea and was about to serve it out when she turned around and was startled by Wencai standing there. She almost dropped the teacup in her hand.
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