Hearing this, Song Zixuan's whole person was completely stunned, and the mobile phone in his hand almost slipped down.

For a moment, he couldn't speak with his mobile phone, his eyes widened and he stared straight ahead, only to feel that his mind was blank.

Mr. Song...... Mr. Song...... Zixuan?"

Zheng Yu shouted three times in a row, and Song Zixuan came back to his senses.

"This ...... What's going on?"

"In the past few days, my sister-in-law, that is, your mother, has been accompanying Mr. Song in the hotel, and I don't know very well, the phone call just came, and the person is already in first aid. ”

Song Zixuan felt that his breathing was a little difficult, and he nodded vigorously: "Okay, I'll go over immediately!"

Subsequently, Song Zixuan asked Sang Tianshuo to send him directly to the hospital.

When he rushed into the ward, Song Yunhan was lying on the bed, wearing an oxygen mask, and a heart monitor and other equipment were placed next to him.

At this time, Song Yunhan lost some weight again, his face was obviously saggy, and his eyes were a little sunken, and he could see that he was terminally ill at first glance.

Han Rong sat on the edge of the bed, covering Song Yunhan with the quilt while wiping her tears.

And Song Yinan lay on the other side of the bed, buried his head on the bed and cried bitterly.

Seeing this scene, Song Zixuan felt that he collapsed in an instant, a feeling he had never had since he was a child.

He slowly walked to the side of the bed with a stiff expression, and Han Rong glanced at him: "Er, look at him quickly." ”

Listening to the sound of his mother crying, Song Zixuan felt that his eyes suddenly burst into tears.

He never felt that he had any feelings for Song Yunhan, but at this time, it seemed that even he couldn't deny it.

Blood is thicker than water, after all, he is his biological father.

Song Yunhan's eyes were slightly closed, his mouth was slightly open, and he looked difficult to breathe.

Song Zixuan approached for a moment, only to see Song Yunhan slowly open his eyes, and when he saw Song Zixuan, his expression obviously changed.

Song Zixuan's eyes widened slightly, so that the tears did not flow, and said, "You...... Something to say to me?"

Song Yunhan nodded, Song Zixuan immediately leaned in front of his face, and Song Yunhan said, "I'm leaving......"

Hearing this, Song Zixuan couldn't hold back any longer, and tears fell directly on the white sheets.

Hearing this, Song Yunhan struggled to squeeze out a smile and slowly shook his head.

"Don't cry, my son, Daddy...... I can't live with you in this life, and I may not be able to pay it back......"

Song Zixuan's tears were already pouring out, and on the handsome face, who was not yet twenty years old, two lines of tears were already uncontrollable.

"Dad......"

With this sentence, Dad, all the people in the ward looked at Song Zixuan.

You must know that in their eyes, Song Zixuan will not call his father until Song Yunhan dies.

But at this moment, he doesn't have any insistence, what he has, just the most instinctive fragility of human beings.

Song Yunhan looked at Song Zixuan in surprise, raised his hand with all his strength, and touched the top of his head.

Finally, a smile of relief appeared on his haggard face.

And the hand that was caressing his son finally slipped from the top of Song Zixuan's head.

"Dad......"

A heart-rending shout was the last goodbye between Song Zixuan and Song Yunhan.

That night, after dealing with the affairs of the hospital, Zheng Yu first sent Song Zixuan, Han Rong and Song Yinan home.

After arriving home, Song Zixuan let Han Rong and Song Yinan rest first, and he and Zheng Yu returned to the company.

Sitting in Song Yunhan's office, Song Zixuan looked straight ahead with his eyes, unwilling to say a word.

"Zixuan, I know it's hard for you to accept such a fact, but Mr. Song has already ...... You've got to rest. ”

Zheng Yu looked at Song Zixuan, and he was also really distressed, after all, he and they had been in contact for more than ten years.

Song Zixuan still didn't speak, he picked up a cigarette and lit it, and there were not many cigarette butts in the ashtray in front of him.

"Zixuan, why don't you sleep in the company at such a late hour, there is also a bed in the back room. Zheng Yu said again.

Song Zixuan took a deep breath of cigarette: "Uncle Zheng, the most important thing now is to block the news, and not let those people know about my father's affairs, otherwise this juncture, whether it is Qin Zhong or He Wei, will be very troublesome!"

Hearing this, Zheng Yu was stunned, he didn't expect this nineteen-year-old child to be so calm at this time, and while bearing the grief of his father's departure, he had already thought of the most important issue at the moment.

He nodded: "Yes, I won't say anything about this matter, and I will complete all the death procedures for Mr. Song in the next two days." ”

Song Zixuan thought for a while and said, "My mother said, my father once said not to have a funeral, and to scatter the ashes into the sea after cremation, Uncle Zheng, smoke for a day, and we will go to sea." ”

"Okay, I'll arrange it, I've contacted the funeral home, and we'll go after the cremation." ”

Song Zixuan nodded, and then took a deep breath: "Okay, Uncle Zheng, you are also busy and tired, go back first, I live here today." ”

"Okay, Mr. Song, you can rest early. ”

After Zheng Yu left, Song Zixuan sat on the leather chair alone, recalling the scenes of his contact with his father.

From that meeting when they were very young, to the first contact at the Kaiwo Hotel, and then the father and son chatted and laughed in the room......

It was like a movie, and it was repeated again in his mind.

Tears flowed out uncontrollably again, Song Zixuan couldn't stop shaking his head, regretting why he had that stubbornness.

If he had called this dad earlier, why would he have waited until the last moment of his life?

What kind of enmity and enmity can be the enemy of life and death? This kind of parting between life and death is eternal, and that period of time is worth cherishing.

stayed up all night, and it wasn't until an employee came to the company the next day that Song Zixuan came out of his own world.

Fang Rui also came to the company very early and brought breakfast to Song Zixuan.

However, Song Zixuan really had no appetite to eat, so he just sighed from time to time.

"Second master, I know about the family, Tianshuo told me yesterday. ”

Song Zixuan nodded and didn't say anything.

"I went home in the morning, and my aunt and Yinan didn't sleep all night, you can't do this, uncle went, you still have to live well, right?"

Hearing this, Song Zixuan slowly raised his head and showed a wry smile: "Thank you, Ruizi, wait for Tianshuo to come over in a while, let's go to the Fortune Hotel." ”

"Second master, over there at the hotel...... It's better to rest for a day, your current state, it's better to rest and rest. ”

"No, there is still something to be done, it's just ...... Those old guys let them go crazy for a few more days, and when my dad's business is done, I'll keep them busy!"

As he spoke, Song Zixuan picked up the soy milk and took a sip: "Ruizi, you're right, my dad is gone, we still have to live well, and I still have to serve my mother!"

Fang Rui nodded vigorously: "Master, this is my second master." ”

Sang Tianshuo also came to the company very early, and he sent Song Zixuan to the hospital yesterday, so he also knew about this matter.

This morning, Sang Tianshuo, like Fang Rui, went to the house first and said goodbye to Han Rong, and then heard that Song Zixuan was in the company yesterday, so he came to see him directly.

"Master, are you better? Yesterday I knew you were in a bad mood, so I didn't dare to disturb you. ”

Song Zixuan nodded: "Thank you Tianshuo, Tianshuo, Ruizi, it is my Song Zixuan's blessing to have these two friends of you." ”

"Second master, your words are far away, and my friend stood up at such a time. ”

"That's right, Master, there's no hurdle that you can't get over, I'll help you handle this matter, and make it beautiful. Sang Tianshuo said.

Song Zixuan waved his hand and said: "No, my dad has something to say, he won't hold a funeral, and at this time, I don't plan to wear filial piety, after all, I can't let Qin Zhong's old ghosts know about my dad." ”

"That's right, this is a big deal, the company that can't let my father do it has been benefited by these people!" Sang Tianshuo said.

Afterwards, several people went to the Fa Cai Hotel, and as a few days ago, twenty servings of fried rice were finished at twelve o'clock at noon.

But after all, it was his own store, and Song Zixuan would not get off work directly like in the big food generation, but stared at it for a while, and did not leave the company until the end of the afternoon rush hour.

In the afternoon, Zheng Yu completed Song Yunhan's death procedures, that is, he could go to cremation at any time.

Song Zixuan was afraid that Han Rong's body would not be able to withstand it, so he set another day so that his mother could sleep well.

Subsequently, Song Zixuan was also worried about his family, so he went home directly from the Fortune Hotel.

Although there was no funeral, a portrait of Song Yunhan was still placed at home, and as soon as I entered the door, I smelled the smell of burning incense.

Seeing Han Rong sitting on the edge of the bed, looking haggard, Song Zixuan approached and said, "Mom, I heard that you haven't slept all night, let's rest for a while." ”

Han Rong nodded slowly: "Hey...... This person is just gone, my heart...... Always thinking about what we used to do, it's not funny. ”

Song Zixuan squatted in front of his mother and said, "Mom, my dad is gone, and me, I can support this family, I will provide for you, and I will serve you for a lifetime." ”

"Xiao Er, you are a good boy, your mother didn't raise you in vain. ”

Han Rong touched Song Zixuan's head and looked at this face, as if she saw Song Yunhan when he was young.

Sven is gentle, with a bit of beauty.

Honghe District, seafood wholesale market.

Marketing Management Department.

Qin Zhong looked at the ledger in front of him and couldn't help but gasp.

Over the years, the most common thing he did was to make accounts, and he always had to do it again and report it to the company.

And if he does this, he will have an income of tens of thousands of yuan, if he doesn't have this income, how can he Qin Zhong afford to support three little wives?

Just as he was holding a pencil and worrying, the phone rang, and seeing that it was He Wei's call, Qin Zhong hurriedly answered it.

"He Wei, what's the matter?" Qin Zhong said.

"Hehe, Sixth Master, ...... at the last meeting You're not in the limelight. ”

Hearing this, Qin Zhong frowned: "Don't step on the horse and fart, you called to talk about this?"

"Of course not, Sixth Master, let's go to the company if we have time, right? This Mr. Xiao Song is so arrogant, can you see it?" He Wei said.

Qin Zhong thought for a while: "What do you mean? You still want me to be smashed? Let me tell you, if I didn't look at the face of Mr. Song's son, I would have to clean him up, there would be no big or small things!"

He Wei smiled when he heard this: "If that's the case...... I don't think you have to look at whose face it is. ”

"Hmm, He Wei, you have something to say, don't be bored. Qin Zhong said impatiently.

"Okay, then I'll say it directly, Mr. Song has passed away!"