Jiang Qian stood next to Yan Jun, listening to what he said about Yan Xiao, and suddenly felt a little unbelievable.
I was still asking him for money yesterday.
I once suspected that he had some kind of financial luck, but now this financial luck has not been found. Instead, he was told that he had terminal cancer and that he would not live long?
Some bizarre encounters made Jiang Qian wonder if Yan Jun was joking on her.
Yan Jun, with a solemn expression, leaned on the handrail of the corridor and sighed:
"I'm afraid this child just followed his mother. She also died of the same disease back then!"
"Genetic disease?"
Jiang Qian asked casually.
She was still surprised by what happened to Yan Xiao.
I have been a good person for the past two days, and I can't help it. I don't notice anything wrong, so I can't help but feel a little strange.
Seeing that Yan Jun had no intention of replying, she did not ask further questions.
I was just thinking that Yan Xiao made money so neatly yesterday because he knew he wouldn't live long?
Or, did he really have some kind of fortune and was planning to hide it from the two of them before he died?
Yan Jun looked at the emergency room with an expressionless face. It had been several hours and there was still no movement.
When the doctor informed me of my condition, I still had a hard time accepting it. Just like when Yan Xiao's mother passed away, my numb heart couldn't stir up any waves, and my mind couldn't reflect the emotions it should have. I just pulled Yan Xiao and did something.
After the funeral, the days went by in such a hazy way.
Later, I unknowingly became distant from Yan Xiao and lost patience with him for no reason. When I cut off his living expenses for the first time, it was just because the two had a quarrel. Later, the child did not ask for money anymore.
It seems to have just faded away.
Sometimes I know about Jiang Qian's provocative behavior towards Yan Xiao, but I don't bother to care about it. I just turn a blind eye and live my life like this.
I never thought that step by step, I would reach where I am now.
Looking at the door of the emergency room,
He still remembered the situation when Yan Xiao was reported by the doctor from the midwifery room. He was small and soft. He became a father for the first time and cried excitedly on the spot.
He vowed to be a good father to him.
The passage of time can erase everything.
The oaths I once swore seemed to have faded away and become a passing cloud.
...
When Yan Xiao opened his eyes, the surroundings were filled with darkness.
It's already night.
Consciousness gradually awakens, and the sensations in various parts of the body are restored.
In the haze, the pungent smell of medicine reminded him that he was still in the hospital.
The hand seemed to be held by something and felt a little warm.
But it's also a little rough.
I wanted to turn my head to look, but found that I was so weak that I could only move my eyes.
There was a strong sense of powerlessness all over my body.
Even if I want to raise my hand, I can't.
He tried his best to look towards the bed, his head twisting little by little with difficulty. Just such a slight movement caused a trace of sweat to break out from his forehead. Finally, with his efforts, he saw the person sitting on his stomach.
The father fell asleep beside the bed.
Father was sitting on a low stool and lying next to the bed.
One hand held his pale hand, and the other hand unconsciously supported his head. He leaned on the bed and fell asleep. It seemed that he was tired.
Yan Xiao was a little confused, why was he here?
Who sent me to the hospital?
Look at the precision instruments, ventilators, hospital beds and other equipment around you.
As if his mind had slowed down for a moment, Yan Xiao thought carefully, and it wasn't until a moment later that he recalled what had happened before. He came to visit his father, but he didn't expect that he fainted before he even walked out of the ward, and he never came back again.
I lost any consciousness, and when I woke up again, I was lying here.
Now, although I still can't feel the pain anywhere in my body.
But I can feel that the spread of cancer cells has become more intense and serious. Obviously, I have taken a big step closer to death, and may be just short of a threshold.
His eyes were focused on his father, who had been lukewarm towards him since his mother left.
Over the years, except for money matters, the two have not had much contact.
The relationship is as alienated as a stranger. I have never understood the father-son relationship that others call him. To a certain extent, I feel like he is an enemy. When they meet, they quarrel. When they talk, they smell like gunpowder.
It just came up.
Feel the warm roughness on your hands.
The corners of Yan Xiao's eyes trembled a little. Looking at his father's figure, tears fell unsatisfactorily.
He never thought that one day he would be held by his father.
The rough touch is still so familiar and kind. Once you grab it, you don't want to let go.
In the dark, it is like a pillar of the soul, supporting himself.
At this time,
There was a sound of footsteps outside the ward. Although the other party tried his best to suppress it, it was still exposed by the quiet environment.
Looking at the figure walking through the door, Yan Xiao continued to pretend to be unconscious and closed his eyes.
It was Jiang Qian who walked into the ward door.
Looking at Yan Jun sleeping next to the hospital bed, he quickly walked over and knocked on him:
"Lao Yan! Lao Yan!? Wake up!"
"Why did you fall asleep here? You'll catch a cold, so get some rest!"
The big hand holding Yan Xiao trembled, as if he had been awakened.
Yan Jun opened his eyes drowsily, glanced subconsciously at Yan Xiao on the hospital bed, and said in a hoarse voice:
"This kid hasn't woken up yet!"
"I'll guard him. You can go and rest. You're in the recovery period now, so you can't be tired!"
Jiang Qian said with some distress.
Even though she often complains about Yan Jun's failure and always exploits Yan Xiao, she still feels distressed when it comes to Yan Jun. After all, she is her wife who will be with him for the rest of his life. She understands this clearly.
.
"Okay! Thank you for your hard work!"
Yan Jun hesitated for a moment, then agreed.
It was inconvenient to stand on my feet, so I was about to let go of Yan Xiao's hand and support myself to stand up.
A grip suddenly came from his hand, and Yan Xiao actually grabbed his own hand?
He looked stunned.
Looking at his pale son on the hospital bed, he noticed the tears in the corners of his eyes.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! He quickly wiped away the tears on Yan Xiao's face with his other hand.
Thinking that the other party acted unconsciously, Yan Jun was about to stand up again, but this time his son's grip was still so strong.
His expression trembled and his movements stopped.
"What? Go and rest quickly!"
Jiang Qian urged from the side without knowing why.
unexpectedly,
Yan Jun shook his head, looked at his son on the hospital bed and said:
"Forget it, I'm not tired, just stay with him for a while longer!"
My father's words were a bit low.
But it seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts, making Yan Xiao's heart tremble violently.
Even though his eyes were closed, he still couldn't stop the tears of disappointment from flowing out slowly.
"Oh, if you want to accompany me, just come with me. Then I'll come back later!"
Jiang Qian sighed and said nothing more.
Left the ward.
Yan Jun saw the tears on his son's face and wiped them away with his old hands again.
He muttered:
"I'm old, I'm old, I haven't enjoyed it, I still have to accompany you for the last journey."
A slightly complaining sentence.
Yan Xiao felt warm in his heart when he heard this. He had never asked for anything extravagantly.
I just want him to accompany me, but I never get the chance.
When he felt the passage of life, he didn't want to let go of his hand
...
Just like that, my thoughts wandered far away.
Just like traveling through the memoirs of his entire life, familiar faces and scenes that are familiar but cannot be named are mixed into his memory, forming a short life of his.
I used to feel that time passed very slowly, but I have grown up in the blink of an eye.
I used to feel that time goes by too slowly and I no longer look back on old friends.
I once felt that the rotation of the sun and the moon could be touched, but then I bowed my head and bowed my waist. How could I know what a bucket of rice is?
...
Soon, consciousness became blurred.
Yan Xiao seemed to hear the sound of the equipment alarm. His father pressed the call button in a panic. Many white figures surrounded his hospital bed, and dazzling rays of light struck his eyes one after another.
There was also the sound of electric shock mixed in.
Electricity ran through the numb body,
Still couldn't save this lifeless body.
Yan Xiao, left!
...
At four o'clock in the morning, the sky was still dim.
A few faintly visible stars hang far away in the purple starry sky.
Su Chen's tightly closed eyes opened in response.
At the same time, the system sound follows:
[The seventh farewell mission client: Yan Xiao! 】
【Has passed away!】
【Please prepare for his farewell mission!】
A slightly heavy reminder sounded, defeating the remaining sleepiness.
Su Chen stood up slowly with a solemn expression and walked out of the store.
The surroundings were completely dark, with only a few bright lights above the starry sky stubbornly persisting, and the crescent moon had long since disappeared.
The coldness comes and makes people feel cold.
Su Chen called out the mission store and exchanged all the mission supplies in it.
Funeral specifications of $56,600.
It was enough to fulfill Yan Xiao’s last wish.
I hope he can enjoy the service as well.
...
for a long time.
No matter how hard he tried to calm down, Su Chen couldn't sleep anymore. Su Chen felt a little hungry, so he left to close the shop and prepare to find breakfast.
The pace of life in Qingyang County is much faster than that in ordinary counties.
Vendors who plan to set up their stalls early will prepare early.
Before the cold night wind blew, they were already setting off in the darkness.
On the dark street, there is an occasional bright light.
Several figures were busy among them.
Su Chen walked in and ordered a bowl of spicy tofu soup, two fried dough sticks, and a side dish.
This is the standard breakfast for people in Qingyang County.
Fresh and fragrant tofu curd.
Pour the spicy soup made with pepper, chili, beef cubes, bone broth, rice noodles, thin vermicelli, peanuts, fungus, tofu skin, and other ingredients. When you smell the aroma, your mouth will naturally flow out from your taste buds.
, to induce appetite.
Seeing the steaming tofu brain and spicy soup being brought out, Su Chen was about to step forward to take it.
Suddenly I heard the store owner say:
"Little brother, if you are not in a hurry, just give this bowl to him first!"
Looking in the direction he said, Su Chen saw an old man who had just entered the store.
The old man came over with a kind face and a smile.
He touched his head and said with embarrassment on his wrinkled old face:
"Can I take this bowl of Liangdong first? Hurry!"
"OK!"
Seeing the old man's embarrassment, Su Chen nodded carelessly.
The fried dough sticks haven't come out of the pan yet, so I don't mind waiting a little longer.
Seeing this, the old man quickly thanked him.
While thanking him, he packed up the bowl of Liangdao and the cage of steamed buns, and left in a hurry.
Seeing the old man leaving in a hurry, Su Chen sat back at the table with a puzzled look in his eyes.
I don't know what I am doing in such a hurry.
“I’ve kept you waiting for so long!”
Perhaps out of apology, the shopkeeper personally brought the two dumplings to the table, along with the shiny fried sesame-fried dough sticks.
Seeing the confusion in Su Chen's eyes, the store owner said:
"This old man is a regular customer of our store. Every time he comes, he has to compete with others. Please forgive me!"
"It's okay. He is so anxious. Is there something wrong?"
Su Chen smiled nonchalantly and asked while tasting.
The shopkeeper shook his head and responded:
"I don't know about that. Every time I come here, I come in a hurry and leave in a hurry. I haven't even spoken to him."
"oh!"
Su Chen nodded thoughtfully.
It’s just a rush once. If I’m in such a hurry every time, something must be wrong.
In life, there is no time for anyone to be anxious.
What should be given should be given.
...
Yan Xiao passed away.
Regarding his funeral, it fell on his father Yan Jun.
In the hospital ward.
Yan Jun and Jiang Qian discussed:
"What's the point of a father holding a funeral for his son!?"
"Now that things have come to this, how can I still watch my son being ignored and ignored? Isn't that a shameful thing?"
"I didn't say that you should ignore it! I just said that this funeral doesn't need to be so complicated. You are still ill now, so why not keep everything simple? I admit that I am usually a little harsh on Xiao Xiao.
It's a bit too much, but don't you know me? I am such a cruel person? I don't want him to leave either!"
"Hmph, that's true. I'm afraid you don't want him to leave more than anyone else!"
"Yan Jun, I thought your son had just left and I don't want to make trouble with you. Don't talk to me in a weird way here! I have a temper too!"
The two were at a stalemate.
For a moment, I thought that my son's body was still waiting to be disposed of.
Yan Jun looked heavy and his voice became lower:
"Be simple, be simple, what kind of simplicity?"
"Cremize the child. Nowadays, cremation is advocated. The body is easier to dispose of!"
Jiang Qian replied.
Upon hearing the word corpse, Yan Jun sighed feebly and could only nod.
Do as she said.
In the afternoon, people from the funeral home came to pick up the body.
Jiang Qian was about to take them to pick up Yan Xiao's body, but unexpectedly, a group of people in professional attire stopped them.
Hearing someone stopping him, Yan Jun hurried over with a cane.
Those people were facing each other at the door of the ward.
"According to the treaty signed by Mr. Yan Xiao, if it is cremated, the body needs to be processed by us first!"
"What kind of contract? Everyone is dead. Who knows which Yan Xiao signed the contract with you?"
Jiang Qian glanced at a few people and felt that these did not look like good people, so she retorted coldly.
Don't be polite when dealing with these people!
As he said that, he was about to lead people in.
Facing Jiang Qian, those people looked at each other and chose to continue to stop them.
Somewhat reluctantly, he stepped forward to explain:
"This is a contract signed by Mr. Yan himself, and it is also his last wish. We can understand your pain..."
Before he finished speaking, Yan Jun walked over from the side tremblingly.
He stretched out his hand with a complex expression and said:
