Fu Yancheng held his hand and shouted the two words calmly, but his eyebrows were filled with pain.
The young hand and the old hand held each other tightly, and the old man's eyes regained clarity for a moment.
"Don't...don't be with Mianmian."
"Yancheng, please promise me..."
The old man tried to push his body up, but he only raised it by a dozen centimeters and then slowly fell back down.
He held Fu Yancheng's hand tightly, with no emotion visible in his cloudy eyes.
"promise me......"
He struggled to say these three words, and his cloudy eyes fell on Fu Yancheng.
Fu Yancheng was silent for a minute before replying: "Why..."
He really didn't understand what was going on.
"Promise me, you promise me..."
The old man's expression began to turn painful, and Fu Yancheng quickly held his hand: "I promise you, grandpa, I promise you."
As soon as he finished speaking, the doctors outside the door rushed in.
The old man looked at him steadily and muttered three words.
"sorry......"
The old hand in his hand became weak in an instant.
Fu Yancheng held it tightly while the doctors who came in were rescuing him, but he just felt that the world now was so illusory that he couldn't hear what they were saying.
His eyes were fixed on the old man's face, and he saw a tear slipping down his wrinkled face.
Only then did Fu Yancheng notice that the old man was really haggard during the time he disappeared.
He stretched out his fingertips tremblingly, trying to wipe away the tears, but after trying hard for a long time, he couldn't reach them.
An hour later, he heard the doctor say: "Sorry, Mr. Fu, we have tried our best."
Fu Yancheng sat blankly, holding the old man's hand in his hand, unwilling to let go.
The doctors didn't dare to speak, they just took off their masks silently and let the people waiting outside in.
As Fu Yancheng sat, he felt that people were coming and going in front of him, and finally the old man's face was covered with a layer of white cloth.
"cousin."
Lin Jing came to his side, raised his hand and patted his shoulder.
The entire Fu family knows that Fu Yancheng has the best relationship with the old man.
Because he is not taken seriously in the Fu family, everyone else prefers Fu Xingzhou, but he has always been raised by the old man's side.
Now that the old man has passed away, the person suffering the most must be Fu Yancheng.
Lin Jing only took a photo and then withdrew his hand, feeling that what he was taking was a sculpture.
Because Fu Yancheng's body was too stiff, he even held the old man's hand in his hand and was unwilling to let go.
Other members of the Fu family also came, saying they wanted to discuss the old man's funeral arrangements.
After everyone discussed it for a long time, they found that Fu Yancheng was sitting there the whole time without saying a word.
He didn't cry, and there was no sadness on his face.
Compared with the other people who were crying and out of breath beside the old man's bed, he was too silent and too calm.
Everyone was looking at him, and some even whispered something.
"Didn't he grow up beside the old man? How could he not shed a single tear?"
But the voice was too quiet and Fu Yancheng didn't hear it.
Maybe even if he heard it, he wouldn't say anything.
He just stood up, glanced at the body covered with white cloth, and after a few seconds of silence, he made phone calls one after another to arrange the old man's funeral arrangements.
Then he passed everyone and left the room.
Lin Jing looked at his back and felt as if his throat was blocked, unable to speak a word.
He has known his cousin for so many years and knows that the calmer this month is, the greater the mood swings will be.
