One night last night, she seemed to have exhausted all her strength. In the morning, Song Jin didn''t wake up until noon.


    The wind chime tinkling came from the window. When she came down from the upstairs barefoot, she saw Lu Nancheng hanging one at the door. Once the wind blew, it would tinkle.


    She is very happy to see, see him in front of the house watering flowers, can''t help but say: "if you continue to water, I''m afraid the landlord''s flowers are watered to death by you."


    Lu Nancheng looked back at the sound, and his lips began to smile: "how do you feel now?"


    "You''re going to be drained by someone."


    "Who''s been teasing me all the time."


    "Hum."


    It can''t be said that last night, the beginning of the beautiful, to the end will be killed, Song Jin gas secretly bit after the slot teeth, when he came in, retaliatory from behind all of a sudden ran to him, fortunately, Lu Nancheng had been ready, all of a sudden catch, carrying her to the kitchen.


    "What would you like for lunch?"


    "What are you going to do for me?"


    "Western food."


    "I want to eat hot pot."


    “……”


    She knows that her body can''t eat spicy now, but she just wants to eat hot pot, not spicy.


    Lu Nancheng looked at the time: "we will probably have dinner very late."


    "No problem."


    After he left, Song Jin happily ran out of the house and played on the way to the door. She took Lu Nancheng''s camera and sat on the stone pier to take pictures of people coming and going. However, she met a painter on the side of the road and kept painting the beautiful scenery in front of her.


    Song Jin got together and saw that no matter how he painted, he didn''t seem to be satisfied. He changed a piece of paper without drawing a few strokes.


    "You draw very well."


    "No, not good."


    "You must be very demanding."


    "No, it''s just no inspiration. I can''t draw it after a few days."


    "Can you draw a portrait for me?"


    Song Jin knows that her request is somewhat abrupt, and she doesn''t know the person in front of her.


    When the man looked at her, he only felt that the woman''s spirit was not good. He seemed to be ill. Seeing the dense pinholes on the back of her hand, he strengthened his mind.


    "Are you from here?"


    Song Jin smiles and fiddles with the camera in her hand: "no, I''m coming here for a holiday with my husband. I''m going to leave soon."


    "Going home?"


    She shook her head with a smile and looked a little lonely: "no, I won''t go back."


    She''s going to other places. It''s not home. It''s not home without him.


    The painter saw her look lost, and guessed seven or eight points in his heart: "OK, I''ll draw you a picture. You sit on the stone pier in front of you."


    "Well, thank you."


    Song Jin immediately happy smile, sitting in front of him on the stone pier.


    The painter looked at her smiling face, her eyes were very bright, light through her hair, flying in the air, at this moment, he thought it was beautiful, even the scenery behind it was beautiful.


    Lu Nancheng drove to the supermarket nearby to buy food materials. She was not very relieved. Song Jin, who was alone at home, drove very fast and came back in more than half an hour.


    The painter was still painting for her. It was not over yet. Lu Nancheng''s car passed her and saw her on the road.


    Song Jin waved with a smile, and said to the painter, "he is my husband, very handsome."


    The painter just looked at the man in the car and thought that he was very young: "well, you are a good match."


    "A lot of people say that."


    But no matter how well matched, there is no time to be together.


    "Almost ready?"


    "Well, it''s a little sketchy."


    "I don''t hate it, thank you."


    "You''re welcome. I''ll be here tomorrow. If you come earlier, I can draw a better one for you."


    "Well, OK, I''ll come to you tomorrow and take my husband with me."


    "Good."


    The painter handed the painting to her. It was very simple, but Song Jin was still very happy. She trotted home with the painting.


    Lu Nancheng is already in the kitchen. He hears the sound of footsteps and looks back: "back?"


    "Well, look at what he drew for me."


    She happily handed over, Lu Nancheng took over with a smile, see a bit of her appearance, but very rough.


    "Did you give him the money?"


    "No, he helped me draw for free, and we have an appointment to take you tomorrow. He will draw a better one for us."


    Lu Nancheng nodded: "OK, let''s go tomorrow."


    "Well."


    Song Jin is very happy to spread the painting on the table, afraid of damage, specially flat.


    Seeing her importance, Lu Nancheng said, "wait for me to buy a frame next time.""Well, good."


    He continued to cook. He watched her running around the house, but he didn''t know what she was doing. He didn''t stop her when he looked at her spirit. After lunch, she suddenly felt sleepy and asked her to go to sleep.


    Lu Nancheng cleans up the house downstairs and dresses up the Christmas tree she bought, even if it''s not Christmas yet.


    Just wait for him to work more than two hours later, upstairs quiet, he looked at the wall clock, now it''s late, seems to think of something, immediately go upstairs to have a look.


    He pushed the door anxiously and went in. Song Jin, who was lying on the bed and sleeping, seemed to be breathing very slowly. He didn''t respond to a few calls. The man''s face suddenly changed and he immediately carried her downstairs.


    Song Jin was sent to the nearest hospital, just like the last coma, there was no sign.


    Lu Nancheng knew that she was in poor health now, so she was sent to Dr. Song Jin''s laboratory before she woke up.


    Song Hao has already disappeared, but everything is ready, just waiting for the implementation of deep sleep.


    Song Jin woke up more than an hour after arriving at the laboratory. After seeing everything around her, she knew what she was going to face. She had been lying alone in the laboratory for more than 20 years. What about this time? How long will it take?


    She dare not ask, also can''t ask, this question is afraid that that person wants to know more than she, but no one knows what the result will be.


    Lu Nancheng knew that she was awake, and immediately went over: "how do you feel now?"


    "I''m fine. Don''t worry."


    "Well, that''s good."


    He looked at her bloodless face, and several times he wanted to say something to her mouth, but he couldn''t say it. He was suffering in his heart, as if he had been pinched in his heart, and he was in agony.


    Song Jin see his desire to say and stop, afraid is very difficult to say, simply open their own mouth.


    "To freeze again?"


    Lu Nancheng has to nod. Song Jin doesn''t have much reaction, because she already knows that this is the last way.


    I''m afraid Dr. Song has already told him that there is little hope to save her, but at least it''s better to have a try than to die now. But after she sleeps, she is a living dead person, and no one knows if she can survive.