Zhao Qian'er is the woman she loves most in her life, so who is Cui Miao'er?

Why is her name more and more frequently mixed into my memory, but I don't have any impression of her life? She is not a person who lives on her own at all, or even, she is a figure of no kind at all.

But why? Why do I always forget this name, and why do I feel that I seem to have an unforgettable relationship with her?

Zhang Ke covered his head in distress, he felt a lot of pain in his brain, and he almost fainted in pain.

He swept everything on the table to the ground in a frenzy, and at last he couldn't bear the pain that pierced his heart, and finally his eyes went black, and he fell backwards.

"Do you know what braih is?" Looking at Zhang Ke's brain scan, the doctor was silent for a long time before asking.

Zhang Ke had a bad premonition, he touched his nose and shook his head hesitantly.

"It's brain dead." The young doctor's expression was a little heavy.

"Brain death is a concept that has been strictly defined and therefore clearly referent, and it refers to the irreversible and permanent loss of whole brain function, including brainstem function.

The scientific basis for this theory is that the central nervous system, with the brain as the heart, is the foundation on which the whole life depends, because nerve cells cannot be regenerated once they die under physiological conditions.

Therefore, when the whole brain function, which is the controlling heart of the living system, falls into irreversible paralysis due to the death of nerve cells, it is only a matter of time before all the functions of the body are lost. In other words, brain death opens the door to death, and life is at the end of life from this moment on. ”

"You mean, I'm going to die?" Although Zhang Ke was a little nervous, he was not stupid, and he trembled all over his body because of this sudden bad news.

The doctor shook his head and said with some inexplicability, "Your situation is a little weird, very strange. Generally speaking, whether from physiology or technology, patients with loss of whole brain function are no longer living people, although some cells of the organism are still alive at this time, but the whole person has become a thing of the past, and what will happen next is what is commonly referred to as biological death, that is, the cessation of the heart and the gradual death of cells in various parts.

"However, your brain cells die at a slow rate, but you die at a much faster rate normally.

"Do you know what normal brain death is?" The doctor, who was obviously inexperienced, looked at Zhang Ke's uncertain, dead face, as if he wanted to move on to what he thought was a lighter topic.

"The average human has about 14 billion brain cells. After the age of 30, brain cells begin to die, about 100,000 per day.

"In fact, although the brain cells of the elderly die every day, in the case of activity, new cells are produced every day. With proper brain exercise and brain nutrition, the new cells will outnumber the dead cells......"

"Doctor, do I have brain cancer?" Zhang Ke interrupted him in a trembling and dry voice very impolitely.

The doctor shook his head in confusion, "Not really. Your situation is more akin to Alzheimer's disease, but there is a clear difference. AD7TP, the nerve cell thread protein that accompanies Alzheimer's disease, may accumulate in the brain and cause brain cell death.

"But the brain cells in your brain are disturbed by an unknown factor, causing constant death. It is also this unknown reason that causes you to have constant headaches, as well as drowsiness and inexplicable dreams. ”

"What is the unknown reason?" Zhang Ke really can't stand the idiot doctor's detailed explanation, and anyone can become neurotic about a person who has nothing to do with him and analyzes his future death at length.

However, the doctor apparently had a good patience, and he said slowly, "Since the reason is unknown, of course I don't know. ”

Zhang Ke suddenly felt that all the strength of his body had disappeared without a trace, he sat down in the chair weakly, and asked, "How long can I live?" ”

"You can't die, but I'm afraid there's a good chance you'll turn into a vegetative state."

"And how long will I remain conscious?"

"Seven days, if at the current rate of brain cell death. After seven days, you'll be stuck in a long-lasting dream. ”

"Seven days? Only seven days! Zhang Ke muttered in despair, as if he had thought of something, and his expression suddenly perked, "Seven days!" I thought, maybe enough! ”

Walking out of the hospital, Zhang Ke angrily kicked the signboard next to him, and spit a mouthful of thick saliva in front of the door with hatred.

The damn doctor, when he offered him a partial excision of the cerebral cortex, stared at him with a neurotic look and unceremoniously kicked Zhang Ke out.

Suddenly, he felt a familiar gaze watching him.

Zhang Ke raised his head and saw Qian'er!

She wore a blue pleated skirt with a slender waist leaning against the opposite wall.

This lazy beauty looks like she is in a rare spirit today.

"Handsome, do you have time? How about we go on a date? She walked over and took his hand with a smile.

"Aren't you mad at me?" Zhang Ke asked cautiously.

Zhao Qian'er snorted, "I'm sorry." I don't remember anyone calling Miao'er in front of me at 12:13:05 p.m. on April 5, 2005 A.D. Looking at the stunned Zhang Ke, she laughed out loud, lowered her head and scolded the fool.

"So how do you know I'm here?" He really looked like a fool, scratching his head and asking.

Zhao Qian'er didn't answer, just asked, "I heard that you are sick?" What is the disease? ”

"No big deal." Zhang Ke replied hesitantly.

If she told her that her brain was constantly dying and that she might become a vegetative person who would spend her life in her dreams, would she kick herself away and turn away?

For some reason, after knowing that his consciousness would disappear completely in a few days, Zhang Ke became sensitive, timid, and suspicious. Even things that used to be mostly natural to do have become quite difficult now.

I only heard Qian'er say slowly, "If you don't want to say, then I won't say hello." She took Zhang Ke's hand and suddenly blushed, "Let's get married." ”

Zhang Ke almost dropped his jaw in shock.

In the past, she had the cheekiness to propose to her countless times, but she didn't blush and shake her head gently, saying that the time was not right, but she said with a straight face that it would be another day, why did she suddenly propose it today, and she took the initiative?

Although his mind was confused, Zhang Ke immediately remembered his situation, and he didn't want to drag down the woman he loved most in his life. Shaking off her hand vigorously, Zhang Ke turned around and said to her, "I'm sorry! I can't. ”

"Am I not worthy of you?" Zhao Qian'er asked with a dejected expression.

He immediately shook his head: "No! It's me who doesn't deserve it. I won't understand, people like me don't have the right to marry at all. ”

"I know." Zhao Qian'er grabbed his hand, tried to put a ring on his ring finger, and said softly, "Your attending doctor has told me everything."

"I know your brain is dying, and I know that your memories are constantly disappearing, and you will even become a vegetative state."

"Then why do you want to marry me? Have pity on me? ”

Zhang Ke shook off her hand again and roared hysterically, a kind of anger that had been deceived spontaneously.

"Stupid! Don't you understand? I didn't accept you in the past, because you were too immature, you didn't have the slightest heart, you only knew what nice things to say to coax me, your love letter is the best proof, the wind and snow, the romantic color is too heavy, and there is no calm temperament at all.

"But now I don't care, I just know to love you! I don't want to lose you! ”

Qian'er suddenly cried, she burst into tears, and finally grabbed Zhang Ke's hand again and put the ring tightly on his finger.

She took a deep breath, trembled and said to the church in the distance, "I, Zhao Qian'er, am twenty-six years old this year. From today onwards, I am Zhang Ke's wife. ”

Then, she looked at him affectionately, her eyes filled with tears.

Zhang Ke stood stunned, moved, and smiled slightly bitterly for a long time.

No matter what, to hell with the troubles in the future!

He said in a deep voice, "I, Zhang Ke." Although I have been a good-for-nothing stupid guy for the past twenty-seven years, when I first met Qian'er, I had two wishes. One is to marry Zhao Qian'er as his wife, and the other is to be Zhao Qian'er's only man and last husband! ”

"The wedding is over!" Qian'er raised her head and forced a smile, "There are still seven days, right!" That's enough. We can already do a lot in seven days! ”

Without saying anything, Zhang Ke hugged her tightly into his arms and kissed her pale red lips trembling with excitement.

"Merciful Emperor." He prayed devoutly. "Although I am not your people, I am at least the life you created.

"Please listen to my first and last prayer. Even if I really lose everything one day, please don't let me forget Qian'er, because I have decided, I want to love her forever and forever......"

Sure enough, it is the season of flowers flying everywhere. In July in Huzhou, the autumn of Tiaoxi has finally arrived.

"Haha, remember the old people every night, and wait for the mountains and months. Seeing the old man today, where does the mountain and the moon know? ”

Lu Yu was pruning the osmanthus flowers all over the garden, and suddenly a familiar sound of reciting poetry came from behind him.

The poet monk was carrying a bag of tea seeds with great interest, and was smiling at himself.

"Brother Jiaoran, it's still noon, how dare that Shanyue of yours come out and show his face?" Lu Yu stopped his work with a smile and greeted him.

Jiaoran shook his head and said, "No." Lingzi, your thinking is too rigid, there are all over the world, maybe this full moon is still somewhere in the sky, but we can't see it. ”

"Brother Jiaoran taught me a lesson!" Lu Yu said solemnly.

"Alas, you are really very rigid!" Kyaukran was bored and said, "What do you believe in what I say." Please, once in a while, you have your own ideas. ”

Lu Yu said with a smile in the corner of his eyes, "But when Brother Jiaoran and I debated the day last year, didn't you just say that I was too assertive, okay?" ”

Jiaoran was speechless for a moment, he smiled hesitantly, and changed the topic, "I heard that you still don't want to be a prince after all?" Since ancient times, that position has been the fat difference of many people in the court. ”

"Please look over there." Lu Yu pointed to the door.

I saw that there was a sign there that read, "I don't envy gold, I don't envy the white jade cup." Do not envy the province of the DPRK, and do not envy the twilight of Taiwan. Envy of the West River, once to Jinling City. ”

"Good! What a don't envy gold! I was so impressed. The poet monk clapped his hands and cheered: "But why do you think of setting up this sign?" ”

Lu Yu said indifferently: "Recently, almost all of Cui Ziyuan's team came to ask me this question. I didn't bother to explain them one by one, so I just wrote down the words. ”

"Cui Ziyuan?" Jiaoran's eyes lit up, "When did that kid stop hating you?" ”

"I forgot." Lu Yu smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Jiaoran patted him on the shoulder vigorously, "Actually, it's no wonder that he is not to blame." At that time, he always thought that you killed his sister, but didn't you really notice Cui Miao'er's affection for you? ”

"Affection?" Lu Yu couldn't help but think of the poem she read when she first met Miao'er.

"The pond is late and the lotus is grateful, and the window is cold. Who is going to visit, the frost is white lotus. ”

The latter paragraph of the poem is quoted from Bai Juyi's "Chi Qing Morning Waiting for Huang Fu Lang", originally behind "Who intends to visit", it was supposed to pick up "Ying Girl from Xiao Lang", but this shy girl didn't dare to say it after all.

"It's really a mess between you and her." Jiaoran sighed with embarrassment, "If your relationship is clearer, if it weren't for Cui Guofu's old man, he would be too anxious to marry his daughter......

"If one party could say it clearly at that time, maybe Cui Miao'er would not have committed suicide, and then the one who will always be by your side will not be me, an ugly monk who will always be alone."

Lu Yu smiled bitterly again: "Oh my God! I, Lu Yu, how can I be emotional, I am actually honored to be instructed by a monk! ”

The poet and monk smiled brightly, and did not refute it.

A burst of osmanthus fragrance rushed to his face, and Lu Yu took a deep breath.

"It turns out that it's almost July 12 again, it's time to go and sweep Miao'er's grave."

For some reason, I suddenly had a sad feeling.

He vaguely felt as if there was a girl's name deep down in his heart, a name that was both nostalgic and sweet.

Is she called Qian'er?

Four days later, on April 22, 2005 A.D.

A hurried bell rang, and Zhang Ke woke up......

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