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Chapter 782 Friends, are you afraid of entering the game alone?

"Fuck, see you soon, Daqing actually started a live broadcast!"

"Awesome, go, go, go!"

"Daqing is also a big internet celebrity, so why is it that his first live broadcast didn't even have any publicity? It was so sudden?"

"Sure enough, Daqing finally figured it out. Is this going to be a live broadcast of rewards, pk, and live broadcast to bring goods?"

"Hey? Who is this? Why isn't it Daqing?"

"Damn it, I'm shocked. It's so ugly. Could it be Daqing's bare-faced state?"

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm a doctor, this man must be seriously ill!"

"Daqing has cancer?"

"I know, I know, this is Fang Xiaohai, I am paying attention to him."

"Really, is Daqing with him? I didn't expect that Daqing actually saw our comments and went to find him. I'm so touched, woohoo~"

"Yes, it must be like this. The half of the body next to it must be rhubarb. I know it when it turns to ashes."

"Where's Daqing? Where is Daqing?"

Su Qing suddenly started the live broadcast, instantly attracting a large number of netizens to pour in.

The main reason is that Su Qing's account has never hosted a live broadcast. He seems to be just a diligent video blogger. Even if he appears on the screen, it is in other people's works.

Although it was opened suddenly, the number of people in the live broadcast room soon reached 10,000, and people were even pouring in continuously.

The barrage scrolled crazily on the screen, and everyone expressed shock at Su Qing's sudden start of the live broadcast. Of course, some people recognized Fang Junhai who appeared on the screen, and they were crazy about popularizing it among netizens.

He could help Fang Junhai fulfill some of his wishes, but he didn't want to take on the task of thanking others.

Originally Fang Xiaohai disagreed, but looking at his parents and family hanging behind him, he still nodded in agreement.

Because Su Qing said, this can leave them with more memories of you.

The equipment for the live broadcast was a mobile phone, with no lights and no professional team. Xiao Zhao just went to the car to get a mobile phone holder, fixed it on the armrest of the wheelchair, and pointed the camera at Fang Junhai.

"I am, Fang Xiaohai. Thank you for helping me find Daqing. He came to see me. Thank you for letting me have no regrets in my last days.

I may have to say goodbye to this world today. I hope you are happy, no matter who you are with or where you are.

This world is very good and beautiful. I still want to come here in my next life!"

Fang Junhai didn't look at the rolling barrages, as if he was recording his last words, talking to himself, acting very indifferently, with a faint smile on his face, feeling a little relieved but also regretful.

Although he was calm, the audience in the live broadcast room could not be calm.

"Damn it, bro, don't scare me, don't give up!"

"I also have cancer, and I'm still persisting. Don't give up either!"

"The plums in my hometown will be ripe in a while. Then I will mail you some to try!"

"I look so ugly, but I have the courage to live. What are you afraid of?"

"It's my birthday today and I want to give you a piece of cake!"

However, neither Su Qing nor Fang Junhai was looking at the barrage at this time. The surrounding scenery was more attractive to them than the text on the Internet.

While walking, Su Qing suddenly stopped and picked up a long, straight stick on the side of the road: "This is a gift for you. A friend of mine likes this one, and I think you will also like it!"

As he said that, he put the stick on Fang Junhai's leg, and he couldn't help but think of San'er. When he left, he couldn't see him off, and he felt a little regretful.

"Thank you, I like it very much!"

While he was talking, a gust of breeze blew from behind, and Fang Junhai smiled and said: "I saw such a stick when I was a child. With a wave of my hand, a dazzling sword energy was drawn, and it disappeared in just a moment, without a trace.

Leaving a trace in the world, I thought it was an illusion at first, but when I was 22 years old and walking on the road at night, a strong wind blew behind me, and I realized that the sword energy I had obtained originally fell on me.

Su Qing, I seem to be leaving."

As he spoke, Fang Junhai's voice became much weaker, and a narration prompt also sounded in Su Qing's mind.

[Fang Junhai, remaining time, 3 minutes]

"Do you want to do anything else?" Su Qing said, with a slight tremor in her voice.

This was the first time that he saw a person's life slowly passing before his eyes at close range. He said that he didn't have any trouble in his heart. How could that be possible?

The audience in the live broadcast room heard Su Qing's voice, but no one paid attention to him.

"Can you play a song for me? It's the first one on my phone."

"good!"

Su Qing took his mobile phone and clicked on the playback software. Soon, a lazy love song rang.

'Girl, when he looked back, the autumn water swayed, making the encounter last forever.'

'Young Master, he changed his mind and thought about it. His heart was wandering, and it would last for a few seconds, a story as long as it lasted.'

The song is called "A Long Destiny". Su Qing has never heard of it, but it is really good. Neither of them spoke. Su Qing silently lit two cigarettes, gave one to Fang Xiaohai, and sandwiched it between

on his finger.

For a while, the two of them walked like this. Su Qing pushed the wheelchair, and Dahuang followed beside him, looking at the person in the wheelchair from time to time. Behind him were Fang Xiaohai's family, Tang Nan and others.

They didn't dare to come forward from behind, they just looked at their sons with their mobile phones.

Three minutes is very short, and one song is even shorter. It soon entered the later stage, and the cigarette on Fang Junhai's finger did not know when it would burn out.

[Fang Junhai, remaining time, 30 seconds]

After hearing the prompt, Su Qing said: "Friend, I'm afraid I won't be able to accompany you on the next journey. Are you afraid of entering the game alone?"

"The eldest son in the family, why should you be afraid?" Fang Junhai chuckled softly, with an indescribable freedom and ease.

While speaking, Su Qing took off the phone, flashed her face in front of the camera, then turned on the front camera, faced the wheelchair in front of her, pushed it gently with her hand, and the wheelchair slid forward along the inertia, and spoke.

He warned softly:

"Look forward, don't look back, look forward~"

Perhaps because he heard what he said, the corners of Fang Junhai's mouth raised slightly, and the unfinished music was still ringing in his ears. It seemed that a girl he had thought about so much appeared in front of him, and he was smiling and reaching out to her, and paragraph after paragraph flashed in his mind.

When the two of them were together, they whispered softly:

"My long-lost old friend, when will we meet next?"

(Girl, she has a taste of lovesickness. She hides her attachment and hides it. She thinks about it and wants to tell her. Master, he will measure it in the world of mortals. The fate is long and long. If the love is deep, don’t lose the good scenery.)

The wheelchair stopped sliding, with Su Qing and Dahuang behind it. The lights in the distance stretched the figures of the two people and the dog.

The cell phone in Su Qing's hand recorded a picture of a lonely young man in a wheelchair on the road. A picture of a girl slipped from his hand. For a moment, the picture seemed to be frozen.

The girl in the photo is smiling like a flower, and the boy in the wheelchair is walking away with the corners of his mouth raised.

Maybe somewhere, there is a pair of young people who once liked each other but did not tell each other and are hugging each other tightly.

We can never truly understand a person unless we walk in his shoes, walk the path he has walked, and think about problems from his perspective. But when we really walk through his path, I am afraid that even passing by will feel sad.

Even if he has a narration, I am afraid that what he understands is only the tip of the iceberg floating on the water. One ten thousandth of me is you who can see everything at a glance.

"Woof~~woo~~" [Go to sleep, it won't hurt when you fall asleep]


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