Su Su looked at him, her nose felt sour, and she suddenly felt very uncomfortable, "Uncle and aunt, I will take good care of him."
Han Muchi smiled, knowing that even if everyone thought he was ridiculous and reckless, his little princess would definitely understand him.
Just like, he will support her in everything she does.
Su Su helped Han Muchi leave. Mother Han looked at their backs and suddenly lost control of her emotions. She covered her mouth and started crying.
Father Han, who had always been calm, also had red eyes.
A terminally ill person suddenly has his energy and spirit ignited.
It is the light that blooms with the last effort of a candle when it is about to burn out.
Commonly known as, returning to the light.
Su Su also knew this.
How could she not know Han Muchi's physical condition after hearing so much from the doctor every day?
But he is Han Muchi, the eagle soaring in the sky, the warm and flamboyant wind, the rough waves, and the wolf galloping in the wilderness. His last moments should not be trapped in a small room.
In the past, Han Muchi took Su Su through the streets and alleys of Bafang City on his motorcycle.
But today, it was Su Su who took him.
They went to many places.
This city is filled with many memories between them.
But there was only one place Han Muchi wanted to go to most. He told Su Su: "It seems like I haven't been to No. 7 Street for a long time."
No. 7 Street is a very old street in Bafang City. They used to go there to have fun when they were children. However, with the development of the city, bustling large supermarkets and modern high-tech streets appeared, and the old street was gradually forgotten.
Su Su couldn't remember how long it had been since she'd been to No. 7 Street.
When she drove the motorcycle over, her eyes were full of surprise.
No. 7 Street is still the same No. 7 Street. The old houses and the old street scene have not changed at all, as if they have been forgotten by the torrent of history.
But the difference is that both sides of No. 7 Street have been planted with fiery red maples.
In Bafang City in late autumn, the fiery red maple leaves stretch to the end of the old street.
It's like the ten miles of red makeup for a newlywed bride.
The maple tree that was planted at some point has grown into a huge tree.
Han Muchi took her walking on the street. Occasionally, the breeze blew by, rustling the leaves, and the dead maple leaves flew wantonly in the air.
The two of them were sitting on a bamboo chair by the roadside. Han Muchi leaned on the back of the chair a little exhausted, and they sat side by side.
He said: "Susu, look at this maple leaf, can it be regarded as... Shili Hongzhuang?"
Su Su held back her tears and asked hoarsely: "What?"
Han Muchi smiled, his tired eyelids struggling to open, and he gently raised his palm to catch a fallen maple leaf.
He said: "Susu, I can't see the day you get married, but you said that you hope Shili Hongzhuang will get married. This... is what I gave to you... from the day you asked me to marry you..."
"No." Su Su kept shaking her head with red eyes, "No, no, Han Muchi, I don't want this."
Han Muchi went to gently wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said, "It's best when you smile..."
When his fingers suddenly fell from Su Su's face.
When he closed his eyes, he took one last look at her.
When the afterglow of the setting sun completely sets between the red maples.
There is no more Han Muchi in the world.
Su Su gently leaned her head on his shoulder, resting on his head, just like she did when she was a child.
She said softly, "Han Muchi, let's go see the sea tomorrow..."
Although it's ridiculous, I really didn't want to get stuck at the critical moment. The chapter I updated yesterday was blocked. I need to ask the editor about the situation on Monday~
It should be out on Monday afternoon, and I'll let everyone know as soon as possible.