A person's lonely love is not terrible, as long as it has not started, there will be no wounds in the heart. But Shumei gave him hope, and fate favored him, giving them a beautiful beginning. Now the ending is simply a heart-wrenching pain, a bleeding wound.
Boyi dragged his exhausted body back to town and unexpectedly went to Qianqian's shop. At this moment, he felt helpless and desperate, as if his heart was hollowed out, as if something was missing.
Seeing Boyi's distraught face, Qianqian quickly put down her work and asked with concern, "Brother Boyi, how is it? Did you find Sister Shumei?"
Boyi shook his head helplessly. He was so tired that even shaking his head felt extremely difficult.
"Brother Boyi, come in and sit down for a while! Don't worry too much. Sister Shumei is kind-hearted. She will surely come back safely."
Qianqian led Boyi to sit on the sofa in the store, and while she went to get the thermos to pour water, she said some self-deceiving words to comfort Boyi.
Boyi sat on the sofa without saying a word.
"Come on, Brother Boyi, drink some water first! Have you eaten? If not, I'll go buy some next door."
Qianqian sat down next to Boyi and handed a porcelain cup filled with water to Boyi.
Boyi's eyes were dull as he took a sip of water from the porcelain cup.
"Sister Shumei is such a jerk! Her health is already in such a bad state, and she knows we're worried about her, yet she still acts like a child and runs away from home."
From Qianqian's words, it can be heard that she also does not approve of Shumei's childish behavior.
Because they had never experienced it, they really couldn't empathize. They couldn't understand Shumei's inner torment, and how much courage she mustered to make such a decision.
As a mother, it is natural for her to want to see her daughter who she had lost contact with for many years when she learned that her life was about to end; as a woman who deeply loves Boyi, when she learned that her illness might drag down Boyi, she chose to sacrifice herself to save her beloved.
As Qianqian was speaking, Boyi suddenly put down the porcelain cup in his hand, threw himself into Qianqian's arms, and burst into tears.
Qianqian was frightened by Boyi's action and was at a loss as to what to do. She raised her arms slightly in the air, not daring to touch Boyi's body.
Although the flame of love in her heart had never been extinguished, she knew clearly that it was Shumei, not herself, who could bring happiness to Boyi. At this moment, she couldn't take advantage of someone in need. She had already made a mistake once, a mistake that had cost her the painful loss of her own child.
Boyi was like a wronged child, crawling into her arms and crying heart-wrenchingly.
It was the first time Qianqian saw Boyi cry. No, it was the first time she saw a seven-foot-tall man cry.
She could feel how sad Boyi was from his crying. The tear-jerking cry made Qianqian's eyes moist, and she couldn't help but put her hand on Boyi's back.
"Cry! Maybe you'll feel better if you cry. They say men don't shed tears easily, but they just haven't reached the point of being heartbroken. You and Sister Shumei love each other so deeply and truly. God will surely have mercy on you and will never let down lovers."
Boyi cried for a while, venting his inner depression, and felt much better. He broke free from Qianqian's arms, turned his back and wiped the tears from his face.
"Qianqian, I'm so sorry to have embarrassed you. I really couldn't help myself. I've been out for so long, it's time for me to go back to the village."
Boyi said this and walked out of the store without even looking back.
"Brother Boyi, wait a minute, I'll take you back."
"No, I'm not a three-year-old child. I don't need you to send me there. Just go do your thing!"
Boyi stopped and politely declined Qianqian's kindness.
"It's okay. The store isn't doing much business anyway. I haven't visited Shuangning in a while. Sister Shumei isn't here, so I'll go check on her. Wait a minute, I'll go in and get something."
After Qianqian finished speaking, without waiting for Boyi to refute, she quickly walked into the inner room, took out all the cash in the cabinet, grabbed the bag on the clothes rack at the head of the bed, and rushed out the door in a panic.
Boyi stood outside the door waiting, standing there stupidly, his face pale, as if he had a serious illness.
Qianqian quickly closed the door and rode on her mount at the door.
"What are you standing there for? Come up here! Are you really planning on walking back?"
"You're taking me?"
"Look at how frail you are now. If you want to take me with you, I'm worried that you'll take me to the rice fields!"
In order to make Boyi feel better and less depressed, Qianqian deliberately forced a smile and pretended to be carefree, happy and relaxed.
Boyi sat obediently on the back seat of the bicycle. Usually he was in control of the bicycle, but today he became the enjoyer, which was really a different experience.
In this way, the two returned to the familiar small mountain village.
As soon as he entered the village, Boyi saw this village that once held so many memories. He felt sad. All he could think of were happy scenes. The more these scenes happened, the more his heart ached and he felt like he couldn't breathe.
In the hospital, Shumei woke up after the anesthesia wore off.
Originally, Shumei's surgery only required local anesthesia, but Wencai paid extra money and asked the doctor to give Shumei general anesthesia.
He knew how cruel it was for Shumei to lie on the cold operating table and hear the clatter of the scalpels. He didn't want her to suffer that. He just hoped that when Shumei woke up, the operation would be complete and she would just have a good sleep.
Maybe it was because of the anesthetic! Shumei didn't feel the pain from the wound yet, but she could feel that something was missing from her body. The gauze on her chest made her feel chest tightness and her breathing became difficult.
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