Zhen Shuhan sat in front of the hospital bed, looking at the pale young man on the bed, his body was full of tubes, and he barely survived on the last trace of life he had by relying on nutrient solutions and medicines. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Xiao Zhe," he stroked the back of his hand that was bruised by needles, "Don't scare Dad, Dad is the only relative left in this world, your mother got sick ten years ago, and now it's your turn again, how can you let me bear it?" God is too cruel to me, you are gone, what is the point of me as an old man staying in this world? If I could, I'd love to trade my life for yours. He couldn't hold back the grief in his heart any longer, like a broken spring, his tense body suddenly slumped, and he lay on the side of the bed and cried bitterly.

"Dad," a cold hand wrapped over his hair, and his bloodless lips smiled as hard as he could, "I'm a little hungry and want to eat the egg noodles you used to make for me when I was a child." ”

Zhen Shuhan wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes on the quilt fiercely, and he barely pulled out a smile, "You wait, Dad will go home and make it for you, and I'll send it to you in a while." ”

"Hmm." He watched his father's back disappear into the doorway of the hospital room, his smile replaced by sadness.

"Fry the ham on both sides first, and then beat an egg into it." Zhen Shuhan silently read the steps in his mouth, while carefully shoveling the ham in the pot, he hadn't cooked for his son for many years, it was because he was busy with business, and then Zhen Zhe went to study abroad, so he didn't have the opportunity to do it for him.

"Oops, it's fried." He hurriedly scooped up the ham, but one of them accidentally fell to the ground.

"Ding ......" The phone rang one after another, Zhen Shuhan's heart suddenly beat very hard, he picked up the flickering mobile phone on the table, and it took a lot of effort for his trembling hand to press the answer button, and a female voice with a crying voice came out, "Dad, come to the hospital, Zhen Zhe was pulled to rescue, maybe ...... It's almost gone......"

Zhen Shuhan didn't know how he got to the hospital, he only remembered that he knelt at the door of the emergency room holding the lunch box with the pasted ham, he kowtowed over and over again, but he didn't know who he was kneeling to, "I beg you, I beg you, give me back my son, I will promise you whatever you want, even if it is okay for me to die here now." He kowtowed over and over again, smashing the floor so loudly that no one could pull him up.

The lights in the rescue room went out, Zhen Zhe was pushed out of it with his head covered by a white cloth, Zhen Shuhan got up from the ground, he stretched out his hand and wanted to lift the white cloth to look at him again, but after all, he didn't have the courage. He withdrew his hand, picked up the lunch box on the floor, and turned to leave the hospital.

Zhen Shuhan walked aimlessly on the street, he didn't know where he was, he didn't know where he was going, he just walked forward mechanically. The wind fascinated his eyes, but he didn't care about it, so it was okay to be hit head-on by a passing car, and he didn't have to live so painfully anymore. Thinking so, Zhen Shuhan quickened the pace of his feet, and ran forward like crazy regardless of it, and the lunch box fell to the ground with a click, and then he reacted, rubbed his red eyes, and squatted down to find it.

"Sir, are you looking for this?" A tactful voice floated into his ears, Zhen Shuhan turned his head and found a man standing behind him, he was wearing a blue long horse coat, a black felt hat, and a dress from the Republic of China. He was thin and small, the flesh on his face was almost gone, and he was terrifyingly pointed, although he looked like a woman in every gesture, but he could recognize his gender at a glance.

"Thank you." Zhen Shuhan took the lunch box from his hand, and prepared to leave without looking at him again.

"Has there been a white affair in the gentleman's house lately?" The man came out coldly.

Zhen Shuhan rose up with anger for no reason, and this sentence came out of a stranger's mouth without shock, as if someone had inadvertently uncovered the scar in his heart, and then ripped it off with the belt.

He angrily turned back to the thin man, "Yes, yes, but what does it have to do with you?" What do you do? Funeral company? Charity? I tell you, roll as far as you can, and don't appear before my eyes again. After he finished speaking, he seemed to let out a bad breath, and was about to leave again.

"I'm a fortune teller," a calm voice sounded again, "I just want to tell Mr. Zhen that there should be room for reversal in Ling Lang's affairs." ”

Zhen Shuhan stood in place and sneered a few times, "I may still believe you when you said this to me a few hours ago, and I have found a lot of remedies for him in the past half a year." But now, he's dead, so it's best to leave before I call the police to arrest you. ”

But the man not only didn't leave, but took a few steps closer in his direction, Zhen Shuhan actually wanted to laugh a little, why are the current liars so persevering, and they still think that they can get a handful of such a sure thing, can they treat him as a fool?

"Death is not the end, if you are willing to believe me, I can make Ling Lang return to you." His voice was deep and firm.

It turned out to be a god stick, Zhen Shuhan took a sip in his heart, he didn't want to entangle with this godly man anymore, so after glaring at him viciously, he left without looking back.

"Did you hear that? The son of the big boss died two days ago. Ding Ding whispered to Wu Xi.

"So suddenly." Wu Xi stopped typing and looked at Ding Ding dumbfounded.

"It's not sudden, I've been hanging with imported medicine, and if it's an ordinary person, I'll be dead a long time ago."

"Death is the fairest, no one can escape from its hands, whether rich or not." Thinking of the vicissitudes of old man Zhen's appearance, she felt a little emotion in her heart.

"This afternoon, a farewell ceremony was held at the city funeral home, and the company issued a notice saying that it was decided whether to go or not, but I think most people will go, and you will go too."

Wu Xi agreed, but she couldn't help but panic in her heart, funeral home, she felt a chill down her spine when she heard these three words, if she really went, she didn't know how many more incidents would happen. But as Ding Ding said, the son of the big boss died, and there are probably not many employees who don't mourn, not to mention that she sympathizes with him from the bottom of her heart, and the white-haired person sends the black-haired person, so it is reasonable to go there.

The sky became gloomy, and the strong wind blew the windows squeak, Wu Xi raised his cheeks and looked out the window, it won't rain again.