Fu Hanye wanted to cry, but he couldn't.
The man didn't shed tears easily, not to mention he was still with Shen Nian. He couldn't let Shen Nian worry and worry.
"I want, too."
His voice was hoarse, with strong, uncontrollable sadness: "Nian Nian, I also want to have another child with you, either a son or a daughter. My son will follow me, and my daughter will follow you. We will be a happy family of three."
However, this is already a luxury.
What Shen Nian saw in the man's deep eyes was not only sadness, but also despair and apology that went deep into his bones.
She finally understood that Fu Hanye was truly repentant.
Really love her.
Shen Nian didn't know what to say, so he turned a thousand words into one sentence, "Let's work together, I don't believe God can be so cruel."
Take you away.
Let Bu Nian not have a father.
That night, the couple slept together, but did nothing.
The next day, Bu Nian was discharged from the hospital and was taken back to Mansion No. 8. Dynasty hired a gold medal servant as quickly as possible. Because there were two patients at home, Fu Hanye spent a lot of money to hire a medical team.
Fu Hanye didn't know about Bu Nian's illness.
No one dared to tell him for fear of aggravating his condition.
Everything is borne by Shen Nian alone.
Xiao Bu Nian could no longer fall and get injured, so Shen Nian followed her and took care of her all the time.
On the weekend, Shen Nian went to the temple to pray for blessings and asked Master Fandeng, what would be her fate next? Master Fandeng asked her to draw a lot, and it was a lottery. Shen Nian took the lot and knelt in front of the temple. Listening to Master Fandeng's explanation for her, Meng Jiangnu cried in despair over the Great Wall.
It's just Xiao Bu Nian's fate. Master Faleng's words are rather vague, saying that there are noble people to help.
Shen Nian has never believed in Buddhism, but now, apart from believing in ghosts and gods, she seems to have no other choice.
Fu Hanye couldn't find Shen Nian at home, so he asked the servant, "Where is my wife?"
The maid hesitated for a long time before telling him that his wife had gone to Putuo Temple.
Fu Hanye asked his servant to take care of Bu Nian and drove straight to Putuo Temple himself.
Shen Nian stood under the wishing tree, looking at the countless wishing signs hung on the tree, feeling at a loss and with mixed feelings in her heart.
"Nian Nian."
A familiar man's voice penetrated his ears.
She looked back and saw the tall figure walking towards her quickly. Looking from a distance, the corners of Shen Nian's eyes gradually became moist. The man was obviously thinner, and the coat on him was obviously one size too big.
Shen Nian stared at the man's exposed cheekbones. Heartache filled her heart. She couldn't help but move her fingers. A slight tingling hit her, and she remembered the sign in her heart.
Calmly, he put the stick into his pocket.
"How did you come?"
She blinked, trying not to shed tears.
Fu Hanye seemed to have only her in his eyes, and no matter how beautiful the night was, it seemed that it was not as beautiful as her.
"I was afraid of rain, so I came to pick you up."
While he could still walk and move, while he could still remember her, he had to come and pick her up.
Shen Nian raised his head and looked over the man's shoulder to the distant night sky. Although it was already the middle of winter, the rainfall today was light and the weather was dry. The night sky was as clear as water, with no sign of rain.
Shen Nian understood that the man was just looking for an excuse to pick her up.
Fu Hanye looked at the bright red color of the tree. He took out a wishing card and turned it over. He didn't see any writing. Instead, he saw two hand-made portraits of maple leaves, one male and one female. Just lovers.
Heart to heart, grow old together.
Growing old together, he chewed on these words.
These words touched his heart. Who doesn't want to grow old with the woman he loves?
It turns out that he is so greedy for the world of mortals.
He took her hand and stroked his fingers slightly in her delicate palm.
Shen Nian felt the strokes in her hand, then she raised her eyes, looked at him and smiled happily, nodded slightly, and then the two of them went to the master to get two wishing cards.
The hands that the two held tightly together slowly loosened as they walked in different directions.
Shen Nian went to one Zen room, and Fu Hanye went to another.
Both doors closed at the same time.
Shen Nian was sitting in a chair, holding a pen in his hand. He couldn't help but glance out the window. He blew slightly and the big red sign under the wishing tree swayed in the wind.
The past passed by her eyes frame by frame.
She thought of his ruthlessness and cruelty, and how difficult it was for her to live and not to miss her, and Qiao An'an's face slowly disappeared after it became clear before her eyes. At this moment, Qiao An'an, that woman, to her, Too insignificant.
Her resentment towards Fu Hanye has not completely disappeared.
However, he didn't have much time, and she couldn't let him leave with regrets.
He withdrew his gaze and fell on the snow-white rice paper. He squeezed the pen in his hand and wrote a line of words carefully and concentratedly.
The two doors of the Zen room opened at the same time. When she stepped out of the Zen room, Fu Hanye walked over from the other end. He had a soft smile on his face and seemed to be in a good mood.
The man's emotions infected her, and she temporarily put her worries aside.
Holding their hands gently, the two walked into the hall and handed the wishing card into the master's hand. The wishing card must be in the hands of the master before it will be effective.
Two pieces of folded rice paper were lying in the palm of the master's hand. The master closed his eyes tightly and didn't know what he was mumbling. After finishing, the master put the two pieces of paper into two kits respectively.
They muttered something again, and finally handed the kit back to their respective hands.
The two of them thanked each other and walked out of the hall.
The couple stood under the wishing tree, looking into each other's eyes with overwhelming affection.
Fu Hanye winked at her and said, "Hang up."
Shen Nian opened his lips and nodded.
The two of them took action and hung the wishing card on the tree. It floated gently in the evening breeze and made a pleasant rustling sound.
The couple said goodbye to the master, got into the car, and the car flew away.
The master looked at the two wishing cards that had just been hung up in the wind, and finally had a slight smile on their expressionless faces. He had been a monk for many years and had never seen such a couple before.
It actually wrote the same sentence: We are willing to have one heart and we will never be apart until we grow old together.
The world is not over yet, so there should be hope.
As the time for surgery approached, Fu Hanye felt that he was agitated and he could no longer maintain a calm attitude.
That night, the dynasty sent a lot of clothes.
Shen Nian looked at Bu Nian's clothes, and all kinds of feelings came to his heart. Fu Hanye bought all the clothes for Bu Nian from the age of three to eighteen, and the cabinet could hardly hold them.
When she was sorting out her clothes, Fu Hanye came in.
Shen Nian said, "You're too anxious. She's only three years old, and I don't know what her figure will be like in the future. If you buy so many, what if you can't pretend that she can't wear it? Isn't it a waste of money?"
Fu Hanye hugged her gently, and his moist breath brushed against her delicate skin, "Bu Nian's figure will definitely follow yours. They say that you look older at the age of three, and you look older at the age of seven. My daughter, when she grows up, She must be a beautiful woman."
It's a pity that he will never see his daughter grow up again.
Someone came up with something again, a heavy box.
Shen Nian opened it, took out the jewelry box inside, and opened it. Shen Nian's eyes were blinded by the dazzling array of jewelry.
"What is this for?"
"dowry."
Fu Hanye vomited lightly.
Shen Nian, "..."
