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Chapter 177 Patient Man X Doctor Woman (Fan Wai)
Song Boyu looked at the tombstone in front of him.
He was wearing a black suit and looked particularly thin in the cold wind. His lips were pursed white, and his eyes were dull, staring at the tombstone.
I was holding a bunch of flowers in hand. When got out of the car just now, the flowers were still pretty and beautiful. At the moment, they were blown away by the cold wind and wilted a lot.
Song Boyu didn't expect Cen Simiao to leave so suddenly, he didn't even have time to prepare. He pressed his hand slightly, and the wrapping paper made a faint sound, which made his already irritable heart even more bored.
He bent over, placed the flower in front of the tomb, then looked away and stood up straight again. The expression on his face was still very cold. After a while, he slowly said, "When will I die?"
"Want to see you again immediately."
But you have to live your life, wait patiently for death to come.
Song Boyu really wants to die now.
As soon as he closes his eyes now, Cen Simiao fell down the stairs that night in his mind.
And the fingertips touched her cloth, but the touch was lost.
My heart is particularly uncomfortable, like being caught. At that moment, Song Boyu could clearly feel his panic, and the overwhelming rush to him, almost collapsed.
I thought he had restored his memory, and would not be so uncomfortable when he saw Cen Simiao leave. Unexpectedly, it was of no use at that moment.
The only useful thing is when he is going crazy, soothing his emotions, telling himself over and over again that Cen Simiao is not dead, and after this period of time, he can see him again.
Song Boyu held her and opened his mouth, trying to call Cen Simiao's name, but couldn't make a sound. She had stopped breathing, closed her eyes, and knew nothing.
His eyes were red, and he stared at Cen Simiao for a long time.
At the funeral, Song Boyu's back was straight, but his face was exhausted, and his whole person was stunned, as if his soul had been drawn out.
The person next to him couldn't see it, and handed him a handkerchief: "If you feel sad, cry out, after all..."
After all, his wife passed away not long after they got married, and it felt uncomfortable for anyone to change.
Song Boyu didn't respond, as if he didn't hear it at all. The man yelled again, feeling a little anxious, he didn't really feel sick.
Song Boyu moved now, his eyes were hollow, and he didn't understand what happened. The man passed the handkerchief over, Song Boyu glanced at it, shook his head, turned and walked aside.
The man frowned, feeling very strange. If he was changed to someone else, he would choke his throat even if he didn't cry bitterly.
He muttered in a low voice: "Is it hurt or not?"
Before long, the man planned to leave the funeral. After leaving the parents, he could not find Song Boyu, so he could only leave first.
But around the corner, when was about to go out, suddenly heard depressed crying. The man frowned, turned around and looked over, and found a figure hiding there.
Song Boyu is about eighty-eight meters tall, huddled like a child, hugging his knees, crying dimly.
He just feels uncomfortable, how will he spend such a long time in the future?
Two years after Cen Simiao's death, the Song family's parents plan to introduce someone to Song Boyu. He is in a particularly bad state. He is muddled and unconscious every day and doesn't care about anything.
It seems to have lost interest in everything.
The Song family's parents were anxious, thinking he was ill again, and hurried to see a psychologist. As a result, came to a conclusion that Song Boyu was not ill, and his performance was just a change in his attitude towards life.
The Song family’s parents were even more flustered. He was still so young and his life had just begun. So hope he will like other girls quickly and get out of his relationship with Cen Simiao.
But he didn't care at all, no matter who it was introduced, he had never seen him, just lived by himself every day.
Song Boyu enjoyed this state very much. He forced himself not to think about anything, so that he could sleep peacefully for two hours after falling asleep at night.
I don’t think about Cen Simiao so often.
He gradually became calm, but the expression on the corners of his eyebrows and eyes was as cold as ever, not daring to be approached. Upon seeing this, Song's parents felt relieved and did not introduce the girl again.
For the past few years, Song Boyu has been painting and auctioning several works, which has received high praise.
His focus is entirely on this, and he doesn't usually go out very much, but when he encounters an exhibition, he will go over and take a look. Many people came to him in this exhibition.
A girl hesitated for a long time, and finally walked up to talk to Song Boyu: "Hello, may I ask which one of the works you want here do you like?"
Song Boyu glanced at her, the girl smiled, and secretly clenched her palms to give herself confidence. Song Boyu did not speak, and walked forward.
The girl followed again, easing her pace, thinking about how to talk again.
You should chase it cheeky, and you can catch it. There are no other women around him, and his private life is very simple. heard that he only knows to stay home and paint.
The girl took a deep breath, and boldly did not leave him.
In the evening, the organizer of the art exhibition was the girl's father, who invited Song Boyu to have a meal, as well as many painters.
Song Boyu didn't speak much, just bowed his head to eat the food, and only moved a few chopsticks with no expression on his face. The organizer has been looking at him, frowning, his temper is too cold, and he doesn't know what his daughter is after him.
The organizer started to speak, and suddenly Song Boyu caught fish with chopsticks, his expression changed, his eyebrows were instantly filled with fireworks, especially serious.
The organizer just changed the narrative to ask Song Boyu: "What's wrong, what's wrong?"
Song Boyu shook his head, looked at the organizer's location, with serious and humble eyes, and asked softly: "This fish is delicious, can you ask how it is made?"
This is the organizer's home, and the cook is always used at home. The organizer was stunned for a moment, a little bit unable to understand Song Boyu, and opened his mouth.
Suddenly he heard his daughter shouting to the cook, and then smiled sweetly: "It's a dish, there is nothing I can't ask."
The organizer frowned.
Song Boyu took the cooking method a few times, especially carefully, for fear of making mistakes.
The girl smiled and said, "Do you like fish? Don't bother to remember. I will let the chef make one and send it to you."
He shook his head: "I don't like eating."
The girl was taken aback, didn't understand what he meant, and then heard it again.
"My wife likes to eat."
The girl's eyes widened, and she moved forward, for fear that her ears were malfunctioning and she didn't hear clearly.
He didn't have a ring on his hand, and he had never heard of the marriage. It was impossible.
The painter who ate together was also particularly surprised. Song Boyu is usually very low-key, so his private life has not been exposed too much, and he just learned that he is married.
The girl clenched her teeth and did not ask any more. A few days later, she found an opportunity to visit Song Boyu with the fish prepared by the chef.
The house is very clean and almost spotless. There are several pairs of women's high-heeled shoes in the porch shoe cabinet and leather bags on the hooks. The girl's heart sank.
She reached on the sofa, saw a couple cups on the coffee table, pursed her lips, and smiled reluctantly: "Why don't you see your lover here, where is her?"
Song Boyu was in a daze, and answered the question: "Are you still okay?"
The girl didn't react: "Huh?"
He left the fish, stood up and said, "I have something to do, I won't keep you."
Song Boyu had fished several times, but he was unsuccessful. He was very upset. He brought the fish to the table, took two pairs of chopsticks, and kept muttering in his mouth, seeming to be complaining.
After taking a bite, he said, "You taste it, I know you like it, but you can't make it well."
No one responded to him.
Song Boyu was used to it. He ate the fish all by himself, cleaned up the dishes, and then washed them in the sink.
He has come here for so many years, and there are traces of Cen Simiao's life in the house, just like she is still by his side, so he will not miss her all the time. It will be better at night, at least will no longer feel uncomfortable.
He usually visits the Song family's parents, so they don't know that the family is like this, so they feel that Song Boyu is much better, and they no longer mention Cen Simiao, as if they have forgotten.
Song Boyu lived like this for several decades, and finally got seriously ill. He returned home from the hospital and smiled happily for a long time.
Finally able to leave.
After a while, Song Boyu lay on the bed and stopped breathing. He returned to the simply furnished room, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he was anxious to go to the next world.
But the subordinates stopped him all the time, hesitated to speak, hesitated for a long time and said: "Because you have restored your memory this time, we are afraid that something will happen, so we discussed with the above."
His brow twitched and his expression became cold: "What did you do?"
The subordinates bit the bullet and said: "The above decided to terminate the experience and find other ways to break through your cultivation. I am afraid that if you continue to stay, you will waste time and get no help."
He pressed his lips tightly, his face was gloomy, and finally understood what Cen Simiao had said to him before leaving. She had known for a long time that this was the last world, and she would never see each other again.
He pursed his lips: "Is his cultivation level not improved this time?"
The subordinates panicked and made wrong judgments. Not only did they improve, they also improved more than the previous world. The trembling voice: "Thanks...I have improved."
Song Boyu watched the passage of each world several times. When Cen Simiao left the last world, his brows were very gloomy.
He had been looking forward to it for so many years, only to think that he could see Cen Simiao again, but told him that it would never be possible again.
Song Boyu went to look for it directly.
When he came back a few days later, his expression improved a lot, the gloominess of his eyebrows disappeared, his eyes were still smiling, and he was holding a fairy in his hand.
The subordinate took a look and was stunned. This fairy can go to the mortal world, and will randomly arrange an identity, so that it will not make people around it suspicious.
The subordinates reacted to what he was going to do, and hurriedly stepped up to persuade: "If you think of other ways to improve your cultivation level, no one can surpass it. I have to go to that woman now, it will be delayed..."
Song Boyu glanced at him: "What's the delay?"
Knowing that he was determined, he hung his head and said nothing. After a while, I saw that he was preparing to leave, and pursed his lips: "You have been up there these days, and you don't know what she is doing."
Taking out a bronze mirror, Cen Simiao's appearance was slowly reflected on it. The eyebrows are charming, the expression on his face is idle, even if the posture is good, but there is always a laziness.
Song Boyu's eyes lit up, he took the bronze mirror to look at, and the corners of his lips bend involuntarily. He was very happy when he saw a man sitting opposite her.
Song Boyu had a meal.
Cen Simiao took the coffee with her white hand and placed it on her red lipstick lips, her eyebrows curled, as if listening carefully to the man.
He has a low voice: "I am also on a blind date for the first time, but fortunately, I met a beautiful girl like you."
He looked up and saw Song Boyu's expression. He had a numb scalp and said, "She seems to be doing well, you have to go to her again..."
Before finishing speaking, Song Boyu activated the fairy and went to the mortal world to find her. Sullen face, expression of wishing to kill.