Netease Entertainment reported on September 15, September 11, Tang three young wives died, it is reported that since his wife fell ill, Tang three young wives have been accompanying his wife around, together against the disease. At noon on the 15 day, Tang Jia San published a headline article and announced that he had broken his wife. In the past, Tang Jia San was less than fourteen years old. He never broke even one day.
Tang Jia San:
Never lose my love, break even for you.
My Muzi is gone.
On September 11, 2018 nineteen point zero seven, her last heartbeat and breathing stopped.
At that moment, I was a little dull, and I felt a little pain. Because about half an hour ago, I just broke down crying, crying, I just shouted, I can not bear her.
The children came at eighteen oclock, and before I finally went to see their mother, I said to them, this may be the last time youve seen her. If you have anything to say, tell her later. Because her mother was very sick, she didnt want to feel so bad anymore. She wanted to go to the sky and become a star.
The lights in the ward were dim and I didnt want them to see my mothers waxy yellow face soaring with bilirubin. We didnt want to scare the children, and so did she. Just two days ago, she struggled to keep her earwax out for her children. At that time, the daughter also asked, Mom, your eyes are yellow.
When the children saw their mother, I was surprised by my expectation. I told them that you called mother.
They called. I told Muzi that the children were coming. At that time, her blood pressure was very low, and there was not much reaction.
The children felt their mothers hand, and her daughter asked, why is moms hands so cool? I told her that moms blood circulation was bad.
I said to them, say anything to Mommy. The children were at a loss, and the son said, I dont know what to say.
The son asked me, what is mom doing?
I said my mother was tired. She didnt sleep much for a long time. She wanted to sleep.
The son asked again: why is mom sleeping like this? Im a little scared.
At that time, his wifes breathing was the last state, interrupted, for a while.
I let the children go. I dont want them to see their mothers last appearance. They left, and Muzis blood pressure was gone. Another hour, heartbeat, breathing, gradually stopped.
My whole body was dull and dull, and everything seemed to be a dream.
She was so strong, she sent me a tweet in the morning, and the last two words she said to me were, Dont worry.
All the sounds and smiles are still in my mind. Every time I asked her how she was doing, she almost answered, good.
She always laughs and says these three words. Always smiling. Always so happy and full of hope.
The last time I was in hospital, every time I went to see her, she would always say to me, my husband, I am very happy. I dont regret it.
Sometimes I would say, my husband, I love you very much. Rest assured, I will be fine.
But she still left. Three yin breast cancer was transferred to the liver, and liver failure eventually took her away.
In two years and ten months, there was a big stone in my mind, which fluctuate along with her illness. At this moment the dust settles, the stone is gone, but my heart is empty.
I particularly hate the four words of deep love and not life. Why do we have to let her leave me when we feel good? Is it wrong for us to love each other deeply?
Today is the 12th anniversary anniversary of our marriage, and the nineteen and a half years we spent together. I was originally prepared to do well next year at 20th anniversary, but now she is gone.
These days my mind has always been her voice and smile, and there are endless memories.
I remember the first time we met, she smiled and asked me, Guess whos Koala. Thats her net name. It was 99 March 6th. We met in the Internet.
These days I am a bit trance, because almost every ten or twenty seconds, I will unconsciously think of her. I often talk to her in the bedroom. I tell her, if you come back, come to me in your dreams. Ill wait for you. Im not afraid. But she never came.
From illness to the present, two years and ten months. For me, this may be the longest period in my life.
Every change, every recurrence, every development, every improvement, recurrence and improvement. Despair and hope again and again. She is so strong that she has never cried and disturbed. Only when a foreign doctor asks her what to do with your child if you are treated abroad will she shed tears.
Eventually we didnt give up hope, and the doctors and my scientists and friends were trying to treat her. We used the test medicine. I pray for miracles every day.
At that time, I even thought that if there was a miracle, really cured my wood, I would write another book for her, called For me, please create a miracle, to correspond to my first book for her, For you, I am willing to love the whole world.
But she left. But I still feel grateful from the bottom of my heart to every doctor, scientist and friend who has treated and helped her in the last two years of her life. Thank you for keeping us hopeful and trying to alleviate her pain as much as possible. Professor Yang, in particular, is a scientist. He has been helping us to make suggestions and give us advice. He helped me extend Muzis life for at least one year. Dr. Chan, knowing at the last minute that my wife was no longer able to reverse, continued to make the worlds most advanced cancer vaccine for her. And with me at the last moment to guard her martial arts doctor, director of charge, head nurse Zhang and the nurses. Thank you.
In the end, my mother-in-law and I decided not to do any traumatic rescue for the wood when the illness was irreversible. Even if she goes, let her walk as dignified as possible. The doctor asked us what we wanted them to do. I told them to keep Muzi as little pain as possible. If I really want to go, I would rather she walked a little faster, because her pain would be less. We should not let the people we live see for more than a few days, and let her endure more torture. I cant bear it.
My wood is simple, kind and beautiful. She used to have long hair on her knees. She is my good wife and mother to the children.
She is silly, sometimes silly, she always told me, a three-year pregnancy silly, born two children, she should be silly six years. But it doesnt matter to me. Whats important is that I like her. I just like to take care of her, help her handle everything, everything at home and abroad, I will arrange.
The day before yesterday, her girlfriends told me that she told her girlfriends that she was very happy and that she had no regrets.
Until the last day, she told me that she wanted to eat delicious food. In her last tweet that morning, she also said that she had dreamed last night that she would be discharged from the hospital and that our family would go out to dinner.
A friend who had fortune telling said that she had three Tianzhu gods in her eight words, and she had always been proud of it. But the friend also said that we would live together until we were ninety years old.
Over the last three years, Ive done everything I could, and Ive decided on all her treatments, and shes never questioned them. In a sense, she is indeed happy, I comforted my mother-in-law when she said, at least, when she left, there were mom and dad, husband, children accompanied. Her life is short, but her optimism and openness make her life widen.
Over the past two years, we have been to many places, as long as the treatment interval, I take her out to play more, when I thought, at least let her less regret. But she did go, and I found that I still had so many places to take her, and so many delicious places to take her.
At noon on the day she left, she took my hand and said to me, Husband, I want to eat fruit with you intimately, and then Ill have a good sleep, wake up I must cooperate with the doctor to treat well, the doctor how I will cooperate with.
This is the last thing she said to me at last. At that time, she had no strength to open her eyes.
I kept holding her hand, from warm to cold.
The third day after she left, she was given the last ride, and I thought, when she was alive, I gave her the best of everything. Everyone was gone, and there was no point in it. I just want to have a simple farewell ceremony. But our relatives, many of her friends, many of my friends, came from all over the country to see her off. Thank you.
All my friends loved her because I used to call her a piggy, and so did all the friends I met in my early years. I said a lot about the eulogy that day, but I remember only two sentences. I cant bear her. I miss her very much.
I am a rational person, and I will only collapse intermittently. Just like that day, my friend came to accompany me and drank a glass of wine. Maybe my tight heartstrings relaxed a little for a moment, and all the strength of my heart collapsed in an instant. I sent micro-blog: take me away, I miss you very much.
In two years and ten months, I did not know how many times this idea occurred to me. However, the tears of her mother, the tears of her mother in law, the two fathers deep sorrow. The children had some ignorant and helpless eyes. How can I put these pillars in my family?
I was told that people actually die three times. For the first time, when her breathing stopped, her people died. The second time when cremation occurred, she died in society. The third time, when the last person remembered her died, was when she really died.
So, my Muzi is still alive, always in my heart. I also want to live well, so that she can live longer.
That day I told her that I would take good care of my parents and take care of our children.
I know, she also very reluctant to me, I also have her long hair. Our children also shed blood in her body.
Today is our wedding anniversary, and today, perhaps, is the division line between the pre-Tang and post-Tang dynasties.
Apart from you and your family, I also have one of the most important things, today, I give it to you as our wedding anniversary gift, let it accompany you to the other shore and wait for me.
In fourteen years and seven months, network serialization continued. Today, I will break for you. Sorry, my books and friends, today, please let me belong to her alone. Thank you.
I told him to look at my mothers photo. In two years and ten months, I learned to be strong and brave. My Muzi, you can rest assured that though you are gone, your long bow will be stronger. I will take good care of everything we want to protect. My Muzi, may you be like the stars in the sky, shining, everlasting, and serenity. I can still remember that when I wrote you a love letter, my signature was: the third junior of the Tang family in Silence of the Galaxy. At that time, I just want to express, I only the whole galaxy treasure you the most, then see, when I was 18 years old, how naive. But today, let me use this childish signature again. I will always love you, as long as I am still there. The source of this article: NetEase entertainment editor: Ren Zi Qing _NE6384
I told him to look at my mothers photo.
In two years and ten months, I learned to be strong and brave. My Muzi, you can rest assured that though you are gone, your long bow will be stronger. I will take good care of everything we want to protect.
My Muzi, may you be like the stars in the sky, shining, everlasting, and serenity.
I can still remember that when I wrote you a love letter, my signature was: the third junior of the Tang family in Silence of the Galaxy. At that time, I just want to express, I only the whole galaxy treasure you the most, then see, when I was 18 years old, how naive. But today, let me use this childish signature again.
I will always love you, as long as I am still there.