Ah Cang avoided it uncomfortably and reached out to take the coat: "Thank you."
His tone was distant and polite. How could Jasmine not hear it? She felt sour.
"It's almost Chinese New Year, won't Mr. A Cang go home?" She sniffed, controlled her uneasiness, changed the topic, and her smile was as relaxed and sweet as usual.
"No return."
"Oh...I want to go home." Therefore, I won't be able to see him for a while during the Chinese New Year.
As soon as this thought came to my mind, I couldn't help but feel disappointed.
Ah Cang smiled: "I'm very happy. I still have a home to go back to. Say hello to your parents for me."
Jasmine's eyes suddenly lit up: "There are many delicious specialties from our hometown. Can I bring you some after the Chinese New Year?"
Ah Cang smiled and nodded: "Okay."
For some reason, Mr. A Cang seems to be very talkative today.
Apart from resisting her approach at first, he was more gentle and kind than usual.
Jasmine and him stood in front of the window, watching the rain and chatting. Time passed quickly. More than two hours passed in the blink of an eye. Auntie asked Jasmine for help, but she was a little reluctant to leave.
"Then...I'll go first. Mr. A Cang has a rest early."
"Thank you for your concern." A Cang nodded lightly, turned and walked towards the room.
The aunt had a panoramic view of this scene. She has lived this long, so there is nothing she can't understand. The aunt smiled and joked: "Speaking of which, Mr. A Cang in our welfare home is really good, Jasmine.
She is about the same age as him and looks like a perfect match."
Jasmine's face suddenly turned red with embarrassment: "Don't talk nonsense."
She lowered her head and quickly dodged it, but she couldn't avoid the reddish tips of her ears.
Soon, the weather got colder, and the coldest period in Sichuan City began.
The end of the year is getting busier and busier. Mr. Acang seems to be unaccustomed to such cold weather. He has been hiding in his room since the first day it snowed. Jasmine is also very busy at work, taking care of the children in the orphanage.
It takes most of her energy. The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and she still has to prepare gifts for every child.
In this constant rush, Jasmine could breathe a sigh of relief the day before the holiday.
She was about to knock on A Cang's door with the gift she prepared for him when her aunt came over and said, "Mr. A Cang has gone to the hospital. He has been feeling unwell for the past two days."
Jasmine was worried: "Is it okay if he does?"
"It doesn't seem to be a big deal. He went to the hospital on his own. It's almost Chinese New Year, so it's normal that he's not in the orphanage. Apart from these poor children, no one has any relatives." The aunt said while working quickly.
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"That's it..."
She glanced at the gift box in her hand and felt a little regretful.
She booked a train ticket for the afternoon to go back to her hometown, and she had no time to wait for Mr. A Cang to come back.
She placed the gift box on the bedside table in his room and left.
This year was extremely hot. Jasmine rested in her hometown for about ten days and did not return to Sichuan City until the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. On the first day back, she couldn't wait to rush to the welfare home.
The spring sunshine covers the earth, the ice and snow are melting, and there are bursts of warmth.
The orphanage is still the same as before.
Every child was wearing new clothes. They were playing, laughing and making trouble, which made Jasmine's eyes warm.
However, Mr. A Cang has not come back yet.
The gift box she put down before the Chinese New Year was not moved and was still placed on the bedside table.
Jasmine went to ask her aunt, but she told her that Mr. Acang had not come back for the whole holiday.
"Then do you know which hospital he is in?"
The aunt shook her head: "How do I know that? He only lives here temporarily and is not an employee who signed a contract with our welfare home. However, he left a large amount of money and set up some kind of charity fund. From now on, our welfare home will
It’s great not to be short of money anymore!”
Jasmine felt disappointed for a while.
Mr. A Cang was like a shooting star, flashing across her world quickly, leaving behind a trail of brilliant sparks, and then disappeared.
It's not that she hasn't wanted to find him, but Sichuan City is such a big place and she doesn't know much about Mr. Acang. Where can she find him? Time flies, more than three months have passed, Sichuan City has already bloomed with spring, but Ah Cang
Mr. Cang still hasn't come.
One Sunday, the orphanage received a letter from the hospital.
"What? Mr. Acang has... passed away?" Jasmine couldn't believe her ears.
The director was very sorry: "Yes, he has passed away for more than a month. The hospital has arranged his funeral arrangements according to his will. This is his last gift to our welfare home. Alas... why don't good people live longer?
?”
Jasmine trembled.
Mr. Acang was gone. Although his room was still there, the things in it needed to be cleaned up. Jasmine took the initiative to ask for help. It was the first time she helped tidy up the room of someone she admired, but in this situation, it was really...
It's a mixture of emotions, and it makes people sigh.
He didn't leave much behind, and he seemed to have known for a long time that he would never come back.
She still found the photo under the pillow.
It's still the woman named Cheng Lu.
Jasmine looked at the photo for a long time, and suddenly she felt a surge of courage - she wanted to find the woman in the photo, and she wanted to tell her about Mr. A Cang. He was no longer here, and if possible, she was willing to do it for him.
Unfulfilled wishes.
In the afternoon of the next day, the medicine house was filled with mist and the fragrance of medicine.
Zhu Chun came over in a hurry: "That woman hasn't left yet. She said she must see you."
Cheng Lu was so busy that he didn't even raise his head: "Did you say anything?"
"No, but I'm pretty persistent. I've been waiting since morning and haven't left since."
Cheng Lu looked up at the time: "Okay, I'll be busy for another half hour. If she's still there after half an hour, please invite her in."
Zhu Chun couldn't laugh or cry: "If you continue to be so busy, be careful if Young Master Gu finds out about it, and he will be unhappy again."
"Then it depends on whether you can snitch."
Half an hour later, when the woman still hadn't left, Zhu Chun took her into the office and met Cheng Lu.
Jasmine was very nervous. The Cheng Lu in front of her was far more beautiful than in the photo, and her every move was so charming.
"Do you have a problem with me?" Cheng Lu asked gently.
Jasmine: "Excuse me...do you know a man named A Cang?"
Cheng Lu's eyebrows moved slightly, and his eyes deepened: "A Cang?"
"Yes! She is tall and thin, and quite good-looking." Jasmine couldn't describe it, and her speech was a bit messy. "I came here to tell you that he has always liked you and has always been thinking about you."
Cheng Lu's face turned slightly cold.
Jasmine didn't notice it and was still thinking to herself: "He has always treasured your photos. I think he has never forgotten you."
"Really? If this is what you want to say, please leave when you're done."
"No, no no!" Tears welled up in her eyes, "I want to tell you that Mr. A Cang has passed away..."