He couldn't leave her, even one step.

Because her condition is getting worse and worse.

The root cause of the disease brought out from the womb when she was born is out of cure. Over the years, the family has tried every means and asked for a famous doctor, but no one can treat a person who is destined to leave. The remaining breath she has now been hanging with good medicinal herbs. This medicine can make her live for a while, but she can no longer make her live for a hundred years.

Colorful clouds are easy to disperse, glass is easy to break, and most beautiful things cannot be kept so that people can never forget them.

Lu Yangzhi no longer took office. The emperor valued him. Seeing that he was like this, he sent someone to summon him once, but Lu Yangzhi did not go. He did not dare to leave Qinghuan, because he was afraid that she would not wake up again as soon as he turned around.

In fact, she has been in a coma now far beyond her waking. Sometimes when she opens her eyes, she can't tell who is who in front of her. It's probably the poison that makes her eyes go wrong. But being in a coma doesn't mean it's so comfortable. Sometimes she vomits, twitches, and her heart rhythm will be rapidly abrupt. The doctor stayed in the Lu Mansion, and the imperial physician brought by the old Duke was also staring at her condition.

So many people want her to survive.

The old lady and the old lady dare not cry in front of her. They always wiped their tears secretly. The men claim to be standing tall, but even if these hands can support a great river and mountains, they cannot save a little girl's fragile life. They even posted notices and rewards, and if anyone can cure the doctor, they are willing to spend all their wealth and repay the family.

But no one could save her. There were many famous doctors coming. After taking her pulse, everyone sighed and shook her head, saying that they were not good at learning skills, and they just didn't say the four words "The Stone of Medicine is ineffective" and asked their family to prepare for the funeral in advance.

It is like a flower bud on the branches in spring. When the wind comes in the evening, the sudden rain blows, and it will wither and fall into mud in an instant.

This day lasted for more than half a month. On this day, Qinghuan was in a coma and became a little more energetic and recognized the person. Lu Yangzhi stood outside the crowd until she called him to wave to him.

He passed by, her thin and unpretentious hands lifted up a little weakly, hugged his neck, and whispered: "Brother, I...I want to put on the lantern again, this time...I've decided to write what wish I want to write."

Because of her sore throat, she spoke very slowly and lightly, which almost made people unable to hear it.

"Okay." Lu Yangzhi agreed to her without hesitation. "It's not dark yet. When it gets dark, I will take Nannan to put on the lanterns."

She smiled, her face was already thin and disfigured, and her eyes were as big as a big one. Lu Yangzhi looked at it, and her heart felt sad, as if it was a knife. In fact, he had known for a long time. She had not grown at all, but she was getting thinner and thinner. He tried his best to find something delicious for her, but she couldn't eat a few bites, and he racked his brains to take her to play, but she was always sick. At that time, he realized that she had stopped growing up and might never grow up again.

"The Lantern Festival is over... what lanterns are there..." Qinghuan lay on Lu Yangzhi's shoulder and gently patted his back. It was her who was tortured by the pain, but she was also the one who comforted others. She raised her head and looked at the elders around her who loved her. They all looked at her, with gentle eyes, but they all had tears.

So she smiled and rubbed Lu Yangzhi's cheek. He gently let her go, looking firm: "There will be something, it will happen when it's dark."

After saying that, he got up and left in her eyes.

Lu Zhihan immediately came up to support her, and Qinghuan gasped in her father's arms: "Anan is so happy, she has become her father's daughter."

Lu Zhihan hugged her and didn't dare let her see her tearful face. His facial expression was distorted and his hands were trembling, but his voice was calm as usual: "Dad is also happy, so there is a treasure like A Nan. Xiao A Nan goes to bed quickly. When she wakes up, there will be lanterns to watch."

She snuggled up to her father's shoulder, with almost no breathing, and then slowly fell asleep again.

I don’t know when this time I was awake, probably because I was lying on the lanterns. After dark, she woke up again. This time she was in good spirits and had a radiant look. The old lady and the old lady were guarding each other. Seeing that she was awake, they asked her if she had anything to eat. Qinghuan thought about it carefully and said that she wanted to eat orange candy.

With a piece of orange candy in his mouth, Lu Yangzhi took her to see the lantern. He changed into a black dress and looked even more handsome. Qinghuan was carried by him, and Lu Zhihan put a thick cloak on her body, and then he took her out. Before going out, Qinghuan turned around and the elders stood at the door to look at her. She smiled and said to the old man: "Grandfather, wait for me to come back and help you play chess with my grandfather. I will win this time."

"Okay, okay, grandfather is waiting for you to come back!" The old man smiled and waved to her.

"After coming back, I wanted to eat Fushou pastry made by my grandmother and mung bean cake made by my grandmother."

"Let's do it now, and we can eat it when our baby A Nan comes back!"

It was still a little cold. Spring was coming and everything was revived, but her life was about to end soon.

Lu Yangzhi was carrying her on his back, and there were lanterns everywhere on the street, as if the Lantern Festival was coming again. But Qinghuan saw clearly that the uncles and cousins ​​of the Duke's Mansion were all in the crowd, but they seemed to think that they were pretending to be very good, so she thoughtfully pretended not to notice.

The one who sold their lanterns was the vendor from the Lantern Festival last year. Qinghuan picked up her pen. She had no strength anymore and her words were written crookedly, so she was quite dissatisfied. However, the moon was very round tonight, exactly the same as the Lantern Festival. She first wrote a few words, then laughed, and even recited a poem: "This night in this life will not last long, where will the bright moon be seen next year?"

Lu Yangzhi was stiff all over: "Nannan."

"Just kidding." She smiled and lay obediently on his back, but her eyes gradually became a little blurred. "You said, is it better to live longer or shorter?"

"Of course it will be better for a long time."

"But, what if you are not happy if you live longer?" she continued. "Is it better to be shorter?"

Lu Yangzhi refused to answer this question.

"If you want to hold everything in your hand, you will inevitably suffer bad consequences." Qing Huan gasped for a few breaths, "... It's time, I'll let her go."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"I knew since I was very young that one day I would die before my father and others. So from then on, I wanted them to accept this fact. Don't be too sad when this day really comes." She stretched out her little hand to touch his ear. "Brother, that's the case, it's bound to happen, but it's enough for me to be alive. I hope you don't force it."

Lu Yangzhi walked the road step by step without saying a word.

Of course, Qinghuan can make herself live a hundred years in this world, but her destined fate is that she will die early. Even if she does not die today, one day will Lu Yangzhi be unable to catch and see. That is why she let everything go. If she abandons her identity and grows in the mortal world, she will grow into such a gentle and well-behaved girl. But at the same time, death is also the ending she must accept. Even if Ni Ya doesn't attack her, she will not be able to accompany Lu Yangzhi for long.

When will he want to let go?

"In the future, my brother will be filial to my father, grandfather, grandmother, grandmother and grandmother. When I leave, my brother will have to do what I want to do." She counted her fingers, just like the teacher who assigned homework to students. "We must live well, eat and sleep well, be an official, take care of elders, and love the younger generation... Well... I don't have high requirements, right?"

Lu Yangzhi nodded.

She laughed again, and the two of them arrived by the river. Lu Yangzhi carried her to her lap and watched her let go. The small lantern quickly flowed down the river and disappeared.

Then when he got up he heard her say, "Brother, I'm going to sleep."

"...Okay." He put her on his back again, and every step seemed to step on the tip of a knife. He heard her breathing, and the noisy street suddenly became quiet. He heard her breathing from shallower to lighter, and then, he could not hear anything. The little hands holding his neck slowly loosened, and he walked on the street, laughing and joyful around him, lively and happy, but he was alone, empty and lonely, cold and desperate.

He walked back to the Lu Mansion step by step, forgot everything and could do nothing. He watched her being taken over, changed into a shroud, and put it in the delicate coffin. The things in his chest seemed to be no longer moving, and he just stared blankly, with crying sounds around him. He seemed to be in a dream, empty and heart-wrenching pain, as if his soul had been torn to pieces.

Death is like a lamp extinguishing. Whatever happened before life is gone, and no longer obsessed after death.

Everyone changed into white clothes, and Lu Yangzhi stood in the mourning hall, suddenly as if he remembered something, ran away from the Lu family.

He ran along the river and kept running, as if he had run across mountains, rivers, across the wilderness plains, across the sun, moon, and across the nine-layer three thousand. The river rushes forward, and he chases forward, keeps chasing, and has been running, and he doesn't want to stop after running.

Finally, he saw the lantern placed in the river and flowing along the water by a small bridge with rare traffic. Lu Yangzhi jumped down, and he forgot that he could not know how to water, so he just wanted to grab the lamp. He fell into the cold river in the cold night of spring, and took out the note with trembling hands.

The words on the paper are crooked and really don't look good. Although the handwriting is dizzy with some water, it is still clearly visible.
Chapter completed!