If there is an afterlife
Song Yan didn't know how to answer for a while.
His mind is very messy. Since seeing the diagnosis, he has been in a state of unconsciousness. He has not stepped into the Song family for many years. In order to find Xia Lin in the shortest time, he did not hesitate to give it to him in full view. Father knelt down; in order to be able to see Xia Lin, even if Xia Liang ridiculed him with ugly words, he would turn a deaf ear.
At that time, he had only one thought in his mind, and that was to see Xia Lin as soon as possible. Only if he could see Xia Lin, everything that derailed would be back on track. But
now, Xia Lin, who has been accommodating him in every possible way, uses such a plain The tone digs out the selfishness he originally thought was hiding well, leaving him nowhere to hide.
He wanted to refute, but he didn't even think about many things clearly. In Xia Lin's loose but sharp eyes, he found that no matter what excuses he looked for, he could no longer restore Xia Lin's trust in him.
"Let's go." Xia Lin rolled his face and faintly lowered the eviction order. "From now on, I have nothing to do with you. You don't have to feel sorry for me, because...I let go and I am free. "
Song Yan's meeting with Xia Lin ended with Song Ting's persuasion failed.
After being driven out of the bedroom by Xia Lin, Song Yan did not leave. He still lay cheeky at Xia's house, even if he slept on the sofa in the living room at night.
Because of the failure of persuasion, Xia Liang looked at Song Yan's eyes as if looking at a tool that had lost its use value.
Others in the Xia Mansion were also very cold towards him. Although they didn't open their mouths to expel him, they definitely didn't welcome him to stay.
But Song Yan didn't care. These days, he found that his face suddenly thickened a lot. He did everything he thought he couldn't do with his face.
He didn't know what was the point of staying stubbornly in the Xia family, but he knew very well that he couldn't leave here. Once he left, he really had nothing.
But this did not prevent Xia Lin's condition from getting worse.
On the evening of the third day after returning to Xia's house, Xia Lin fell into a long sleep and never woke up.
Xia Liang had to send Xia Lin to the intensive care unit of the hospital, and Song Yan was finally able to accompany Xia Lin's bed again, because everyone was busy preparing for Xia Lin's affairs, no one cared about him anymore. .
Xia Lin went into a coma and died in just eight hours.
These eight hours seemed to be as long as eight years for Song Yan.
He accompanied Xia Lin's bed, holding Xia Lin's thin hands, relived the memories of the two of them since childhood.
Many of the details that were buried deep in his memory suddenly appeared clearly one by one.
It turns out that he and Xia Lin can be regarded as the friendship between Zhuma and Zhuma; it turns out that when the two were still ignorant, Xia Lin confessed to him vaguely; it turned out that before he met Yu Luotong, all of his life had been It's all Xia Lin; it turns out that there are so many important memories because of his carelessness and inattention, all turned into bubbles.
Until Xia Lin lost his breath at all, Song Yan still held his hand firmly, no matter how hard the medical staff could break him,
Xia Liang finally came forward and asked Zhou Shuo to give Song Yan a punch before punching him. Woke up from the demon.
"He is dead," Xia Liang grabbed Song Yan by the collar, choked and growled, "What's the point of holding him on now? Can you still accompany him to death!"
Song Yan seemed to be hit by five thunders. , Slumped and let go.
He stared blankly at Xia Lin's body being carried into the bed car and disappeared at the end of the corridor leading to the morgue. The words of Xia Liang kept echoing in his mind--Can you still accompany him to death?
Why not?
Song Yan's heart was empty and tormented these days, because this sudden sentence suddenly fell into place and found his home.
For the next period of time, Song Yan was very calm.
He calmly assisted Xia Liang to preside over Xia Lin's funeral, calmly delivered a speech at the memorial service as a survivor, and calmly held Xia Lin's urn, sending off his last journey of life.
Then, on the night of Xia Lin's first seven days, Song Yan shaved off the beard all over his face, put on a brand-new suit, climbed to the top of the twenty-four floors, and jumped off in a gesture of embracing the void.
At the moment of the fall, his broken eyes stared directly at the dark sky, as if praying silently.
If there is another life.
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The author has something to say in
this article, both attack and accept are reborn, but the time of rebirth is earlier than the attack, emmm
Song Yan: I feel the author's full of malicious
author: ha ha ha ha