Later he was finally satisfied with a draft, but made some changes himself, which added icing to the cake.

  The style is not complicated, but it's exquisite, Ruan Jianglin thinks Jiang Yan will like it.

  A big man stood in front of the mirror, repeating himself multiple times, each time speaking halfway and then not knowing what to say next. Once, he even bit his own tongue, as if the words were scalding his mouth.

  Then Jiang Yan laughed at him and asked if he was bitten by a little monster while secretly carrying a turtle shell behind her back.

  He recently quit smoking and has been chewing gum all day, saying that he bit himself, originally it was just him biting himself.

  Ruan Jianglin is waiting for a prosperous spring, waiting for a sunny day with a gentle breeze, waiting for a day when the heart is filled with joy.

  That day he came to pick her up from work early, looking distracted and preoccupied. When asked where they were going, he didn't tell Jiang Yan either.

  He drove all the way to the outskirts of town, wanting to take her to see the Juliet on that hill.

  He had a hard time growing it in previous years, and Jiang Yan understood his thoughts because she had also grown it.

  But she didn't have as much as him, he had rented a whole mountain to plant them.

  She couldn't help but be shocked, unbelievable or touched by the scene, she was both surprised and delighted.

  All these years, she hadn't seen Juliet except for that one time when Ruan Jianglin gave it to her.

  This season, it is in full bloom on the branches.

  She turned her back on him, he reached into his pocket for the ring, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous, it was the first time in his life that he proposed, afraid of being rejected.

  He didn't use packaging, just a ring he polished himself.

  On the ring, carefully feel, can feel "J*R".

  The diamond is very large, a clear water diamond, light blue in color, the best quality and also the most valuable kind. His girlfriend must be the best kind too.

  "What did you plant?" she asked incredulously.

  "Otherwise." He raised an eyebrow.

  Jiang Yan smiled, and in her heart, she was naturally overjoyed.

  "When was it planted."

  "It's the fifth year since you planted it, many died in between, but finally bloomed for the first time last year." He replied lightly, his hand still clutching the ring in his pocket, stroking it gently.

  "How was it?"

  "It's difficult."

  Ruan Jianglin is not a person who says difficult things. Anything and anyone in his eyes, as long as the final result is satisfactory, it doesn't count as a difficult thing.

  But he still remembers how hard it was when he took care of these flowers.

  "Why plant?" she asked again.

  A gentle breeze blows over the mountain, stirring up a wave of flowers that undulate and emit a faint fragrance.

  She lifted her long hair and he reached out to touch it, entwining his fingers around it, wrapping it around his fingertips.

  "Because I want to plant, because I like it."

  He answered each of her questions seriously, seemingly thinking before responding, without perfunctoriness.

  "How much do you like it?" she asked, as if leading him on step by step.

  He wouldn't have been so patient before.

  "Are you satisfied with being on the verge of death?"

  "It's okay." She hooked her lips and pretended to be calm.

  He turned sideways and accompanied her in watching. On the high mountain ridge was his thoughts of missing her that he had been telling repeatedly over the years.

  "Are you done? It's my turn now." He raised an eyebrow and asked.

  Jiang Yan was somewhat perplexed, what did he want to say.

  As he finished speaking, he knelt down on one knee and took out the ring from his pocket, shining brightly in the sunlight.

  He was unusually serious and lost his usual carefree attitude.

  "Jiang Yan, give me an accurate one."

  He had originally prepared so many eloquent words, but when it came time to speak, he didn't know what to say.

  It's more important what he does than what he says, and his execution is also good.

  Jiang Yan covered her mouth with her hand and smiled, "Ruan Jianglin, I see you've practiced in front of the mirror so many times, how come you only have this much to say?"

  Ruan Jiang paused for a moment, "When did you find out?"

  "If you're more obvious, I wouldn't know what to say."

  He stayed in the bathroom for over an hour, and Jiangyan initially thought he was smoking inside. Later, she sneaked a peek and heard the man muttering to himself anxiously.

  He knelt on one knee on the ground, his leg numb, ever since he last walked in the snow, it wasn't like before, squatting for a while would make him lose sensation.

  "Will you say something?" he asked.

  Isn't this non-marriage-ism? What is this now?

  "Ruan Jianglin, how many times have I asked you to marry me? You're still hesitating." She smiled with a twitch of her mouth.

  He had previously rejected her, but he did so cleanly and neatly.

  He remained stubborn for a while, seeing that he couldn't get up and refused to open his mouth to ask for help, rather suffering in silence than losing face.

  She stretched out her hands and let him lean on them to stand up.

  She raised her eyes and looked at him, her eyes were exceptionally bright: "Ruan Jianglin, if you are a bit more serious, I will agree with you."

  It's still not enough.

  Ruan Jiang withdrew his hand and grasped hers again, pressing it into his palm: "Alright."

  *

  Before entering summer, Jiang Yan accompanied Ruan Jiang to take a photo together.

  Originally she was going with him to have his leg checked, but suddenly changed her mind and dragged him to the respiratory department instead.

  His attending doctor was somewhat surprised, didn't expect this busy person to come for a follow-up examination, previously he didn't even show up after being urged multiple times.

  Pulmonary emphysema is originally an incurable disease, it can only be slowly nursed back to health, living a bit longer won't be a problem, occasionally coughing that's all.

  But he has been diagnosed with the disease for so long, and it has not been controlled before, allowing it to spread and expand its area, and his original coughing degree has also become more and more severe, almost all of which are accompanied by blood.

  It wasn't until Jiang Yan made him quit that things slightly improved, but they didn't improve much.

  Still coughing, still with blood.

  After all, it's a disease you've created yourself. Where can you think of making it worse or better as you please? There's no such easy thing in the world.

  He just endured it in front of Jiang Yan, not letting her find out, so she really thought he was better.

  The area where the shadow spread was getting bigger and more severe than before, Jiang Yan furrowed her brow, with a fire burning in her heart, yet she didn't say a word.

  What can she do? Scold him for not taking care of his own body? Then what, will he be okay?

  The doctor prescribed him some medicine. Given his good progress in quitting smoking recently, he can try conservative treatment for a period of time first. If it recurs, hospitalization may be necessary.

  He sat in the hospital corridor, watching Jiang Yan running back and forth for him, feeling a little amused, he was indeed crazy, his mother was actually happy.

  He habitually reached into his pocket, but found no cigarettes, only chewing gum, and his mouth was almost numb from chewing.

  According to her personality, if she knew that he had chewed gum so much that his mouth was all torn up, she would probably make him quit chewing gum too.

  He no longer dared to smoke, even when he was craving and it felt like millions of insects were crawling on his body.

  He didn't want Jiang Yan to become a widow, he wanted to live a bit longer and be with her.

  Friends, sorry for the poor update today (only one chapter). I'll make it up to you tomorrow with five chapters. Do you want me to post them all at once or one by one?

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