"Love?" Fang Yang's heart trembled slightly, and his voice became hoarse and weak, "Is love that important? Do you still have to love even if you are betrayed?"
"Yes! If you love someone, you will give it without any regrets. Even if you die, you will never regret it! Yangyang, my mother has confined the three of our brothers. Now only you can help us. Please help us.
Let’s find Hongye, shall we?”
After listening to Luo Yufan's sincere words, Fang Yang glanced at the lifeless bed with sadness in his eyes.
Hong Ye lay there quietly, even the light reflecting on him seemed so lonely! Maybe, he was already dead...
Looking away, Fang Yang asked feebly into the phone: "What if Hong Ye dies?" The voice seemed hollow and ethereal.
"No! Hong Ye will not die!" Luo Yufan's voice became a little excited, "My second brother said that his life is connected with Hong Ye, and he can completely feel Hong Ye.
Ye is not dead, but... I can’t sense where Hong Ye is! Yangyang, please, help us!"
"Third brother, I don't understand why you have to find him! Even if he is alive, even if you meet him, so what? It's just adding more pain! Wouldn't it be better if he died? Anyway, the person he likes in his heart is
It’s not you!” Fang Yang still wanted to argue
"Yangyang, you have never been in love, you don't understand, love! It is always accompanied by pain. The more painful it is, the deeper the love is! As long as I can find Hong Ye, as long as she is safe, I am willing to make him and I happy.
Brother! I..." The words suddenly broke off, replaced by Luo Yufan's hoarse choking voice.
Yangyang, who has always been impatient with other people's love, has become very patient today.
Sighing, silently listening to Luo Yufan's cries
The crying continued for a long time, and then the sad words came intermittently on the phone: "Yangyang, third brother, I beg you, as long as you can find Hongye, we are willing to hand over all the property rights of Luo Family to you.
The three of us discussed it a long time ago. As long as you are willing to help us find him, we are willing to sign a contract with you and transfer all the properties under my mother's name to you after a hundred years! Yangyang, I..."
"That's enough!..." Fang Yang suddenly jumped up uncharacteristically, and his cell phone squeaked loudly with his angry fist: "That Hongye! Who the hell is that! Why do you want to take it away, even if billions of people are envious of it?
I want to exchange my glory and wealth for such a meaningless person! If I were you, I would never be so stupid! Third brother, you are hopeless!"
After a moment of hysteria, Fang Yang uttered a series of words in one breath without even taking a breath. He put down the phone without even giving Luo Yufan any chance to refute.
Chest rises and falls with anger
I lit a cigarette again. Maybe my hands were shaking too much or I was too irritable. It took a long time before the cigarette was lit.
Sitting on the sofa, sullen and sucking heavily
He is very irritable!
He complained that he shouldn't have fallen in love with Hongye, but now he felt even more powerless, and painfully found that he was trapped in emotions and could not extricate himself.
My mind is in chaos...
Fang Yang scratched his head so hard that his hair became messy, and his lonely and decadent shadow dragged long on the ground. However, the weak voice in his heart lingered!
Save him...save him...
One's own emotions and past experiences are intertwined
Finally, after a period of painful struggle, Fang Yang picked up his cell phone and answered the call of the person he trusted most: "Hello! Is that Son?"
On the phone: "Fang Yang? Long time no see! What's the matter?"
"Yeah! It's me!" The voice was a little draggy, "Do you... have time? Come to my place!"
"Oh! I'm so sorry! I have a patient here who needs surgery urgently! I'll go to your place later!" Son on the other end of the phone was busy preparing surgical tools while holding the phone between his shoulders.
"Oh! That's it! Forget it!" Fang Yang's voice showed a trace of depression.
Originally, his feelings for Hong Ye were torn between saving and not saving. Apparently, this was destined!
Hong Ye, as expected, is still going to die!
You can’t blame him!
Fang Yang couldn't tell whether he was sad or in pain, maybe he was struggling.
Son, who was about to enter the operating table, felt that Fang Yang's tone today was a bit strange, and couldn't help asking: "Fang Yang, from the sound of your voice over there, it seems that you are not in a good mood. Do you have anything important to do with me?
?”
"It's nothing serious. It's just that a friend is dying and I want you to help. But just be busy!"
Although he planned to give up treating Hong Ye, Fang Yang was still in a very low mood. After saying this, he turned off his mobile phone.
He walked over to Hong Ye, laid his body flat, and gently touched his cheek with his hand.
Her pale face showed no trace of color, but her delicate figure had become emaciated due to more than a month of suffering. The golden sunshine shone on Hong Ye's slender body, but it could not bring him any vitality.
Fang Yang stretched out his hand to test Hong Ye's breath, only to feel that his breath was getting weaker and weaker.
Finally, at the moment when Hong Ye's heart stopped beating, Fang Yang began to regret it! He suddenly fell on Hong Ye's body and burst into tears.
At this time, he has realized how painful it is to lose his lover, but everything is too late.
"Hongye... Hongye..."
The loud crying echoed in the room, which seemed hollow...
Fang Yang cried and beat his head hard. He regretted it, regretted it extremely
I regret that I did not use a strong tone to ask my son to save this person who does not deserve to die! I regret that I always dwell in the past and fail to seize the opportunity of happiness!
Regret! Regret! Still regret!
But it's too late!
The flowing tears mixed with the plaintive snot dripped on Hong Ye's chest with Fang Yang's confession.
"Hongye... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."
The empty room was full of resentment and regret, and the only thing that could be heard was the repeated crying of "I'm sorry."
Fang Yang was in extreme pain, and his endurance gradually reached the edge of danger, and the pain prompted him to collapse.
Just when Fang Yang's spirit was about to collapse, the door creaked and was pushed open urgently.
Son held the door with one hand and his knees with the other. His bent body was panting from the run just now and he raised his head. His voice was intermittent due to the rapid breathing and had a hint of anxiety. He asked: "Fang Yang!... Who...
Who is dying?" At a glance, I accidentally saw a body lying on the bed as calm as a dead person.
Is it a red night?
Son's eyes were suddenly startled, and his eyes suddenly stopped on Hong Ye.
He walked quickly to the bed, covered his open mouth in surprise, and looked at everything in front of him in disbelief.
He——is indeed Hongye!
Naked, the whole body was so dry that it was unsightly to look at.
He was like a mummy, lying quietly on this cold bed without any warmth.
"Why are Hong Ye here?" Son quickly turned his head and asked Fang Yang, who was beside him and looked down and had empty eyes.