One million tips, even in the online literature circle where tipping is popular, is an unattainable height.

Zuo Yan's 1 million is equivalent to directly creating a record, which is a milestone in the development of the online literature industry!

And he, the silkworm potato, is the creator of this record!

Tian Silkworm Potato opened the ten red posts, it was only ten minutes, and the most commented ones had already covered more than 100 floors.

The readers all shouted at the local tyrant and asked him to add more.

"Add more, this must be added!" Silkworm Potato slapped the table, "Five watches? Eight watches? No, ten more! Ten more is sincere enough! ”

1 million RMB, a milestone in the online literature circle, and a record creator of one million rewards...... Any reputation is enough to make Silkworm Potato have ten more motivation!

"Huh? The man posted! ”

Silkworm Potato refreshed the pages of the book again and found that this "million-dollar tyrant" posted again:

"The book is good, keep up the good work and update it more."

Very unpretentious, very simple words of encouragement.

Silkworm Potato felt infinite gratitude in his heart, tapped the keyboard, and replied to the post of a million local tyrants: Thank you for your tip, I will work hard to update and not let you down!

Silkworm Potato has not visited the book review area once for ten thousand years, let alone commented on any posts, and this reply directly ignited the book review area.

The book review area was boiling for a moment.

"Editor-in-chief."

Silkworm Potato made a phone call to the editor-in-chief, "I can't find this person's contact information, can you get it?" ”

"I can't help this, the starting account registration information is filled in according to personal wishes, if he is not willing to show up, it will be difficult for us to find him." The editor-in-chief said, "If you want to find him, you can chat with him in a private message and try to win over this loyal fan of yours!" ”

"Good. I know. ”

After hanging up the phone, Silkworm Potato sent a private message to the million-dollar tyrant, and the content of the private message was nothing more than adding friends and thanking him in person.

After all, it's a million rewards, and others have smashed one million, which shows their love for their novels, and this kind of fan naturally has to thank him.

At the same time, on the other side, Zuo Yan finished rewarding. posted a post, and after seeing the author's reply, I laughed it off.

As for the private message sent to him by Silkworm Potato, Zuo Yan didn't see it at all and ignored it directly.

"Bell ......" happened to be at this time, the bell rang after class, Zuo Yan put away his mobile phone, and ate after class.

Because I moved to a new house, it was too far away from the school. Therefore, Zuo Yan simply chose to go to a small restaurant outside the school.

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In the following days, the school was calm, and Zuo Yan continued to indulge in his own novel world.

These days, he is in and out of class. Even eating and sleeping are reading e-novels.

For a long time, he watched "Zhu Xian", "The Legend of Little Soldiers" and "Mercenary World", especially the scene where Baguio blocked the Zhuxian Sword for Zhang Xiaofan in "Zhu Xian", which made Zuo Yan's eyes red. Thrilled.

The time is relatively close, that is, the three young people of the Tang family, dreaming of a divine machine. Chen Dong and other supreme god-level books, Zuo Yan is that those who come will not refuse, and they will all be accepted.

A few days later, Ah Niu sent someone to send Zuo Yan a driver's license.

"Wow, it was done so quickly!" Zuo Yan was excited to hold the driver's license with his name printed on it and a photo of his young face glued to it.

With this thing, from tomorrow, he will be able to drive his more than 13 million Lamborghini on the road!

In the morning, the second class is underway.

Zuo Yan was looking at the e-book, when he suddenly heard a commotion in his ears, followed by a familiar footsteps slowly approaching.

"Pepper?" Zuo Yan judged from the sound of footsteps that it was Song Miaomiao, and when he raised his head to see, sure enough, it was Song Miaomiao.

"Huh?"

Zuo Yan just wanted to say hello to Song Miaomiao, but he suddenly found that Song Miaomiao's eyes were moist, there was a faint tear stain on his face, he lowered his head, the whole person was listless, and there was a faint sadness in his eyes, "Little Pepper, what's wrong?" I've never seen her so lost before, huh? Could it be that something is wrong? ”

Song Miaomiao silently walked to her seat, put down her schoolbag, and took out her textbook and pencil case.

"Ah Yan, what happened to Song Miaomiao?" Caotou also noticed Song Miaomiao's changes, leaned over in a low voice, and asked.

"How do I know? Couldn't it be that coming, right? You know, girls always have a few days a month. Zuo Yan whispered.

"Oh~~~ Ah Yan, it seems that you are better at this aspect." The grass head laughed evilly, and Zuo Yan glared at him.

After the physics teacher who was lecturing shouted twice to be quiet, the commotion subsided, and the curious eyes on Song Miaomiao all returned to the blackboard and the teacher.

The physics teacher continued to lecture, and after about ten minutes, the classroom was in a commotion again.

Zuo Yan raised his head and saw out of the window at a glance.

"Uncle Song?"

Outside the classroom window, Song Weitian was sitting in a wheelchair, his pale and weak face, as well as the dark bags under his eyes that were sunken, and the constant coughing sound, which made Zuo Yan slightly surprised, "What's wrong with him?" ”

Song Weitian saw Zuo Yan's gaze, smiled at him and nodded.

Zuo Yan was stunned and responded politely.

Song Weitian's gaze shifted and placed it behind Zuo Yan, on Song Miaomiao's body.

Zuo Yan glanced back at Song Miaomiao, who was staring at the blackboard intently, as if she didn't notice that her father was looking at her outside the window.

"It's a good ...... What is it? Zuo Yan was confused.

But his super eyesight allowed him to capture a trace of panic, helplessness, and a trace of pain and despair in Song Miaomiao's eyes.

"Something must have happened!" Zuo Yan asserts.

Zuo Yan moved his gaze back to Song Weitian, the corners of Song Weitian's mouth rose slightly, and his eyes were full of his father's loving color.

The commotion caused by Song Weitian quickly subsided, and the physics teacher recognized that the person in a wheelchair outside the window was the first leader in Nanning, and his tone was raised at that time, his tone was heavier, and he tried his best to drop the chain in front of such a big leader.

When the bell rang, the physics teacher, who had always been tense, finally breathed a sigh of relief and announced that he would immediately pack up his books after class. Come over and say hello to Song Weitian.

Song Weitian smiled at him and nodded, and after the two exchanged a few words, the physics teacher left satisfied.

"Zuo Yanxiao, I'm sorry to disturb your Yaxing."

As soon as Zuo Yan walked out of the classroom, Song Weitian smiled and took the initiative to greet Zuo Yan.

"Uncle Song, what's wrong with you? Song Miaomiao is also a little abnormal, are you quarrelling? Zuo Yan asked.

"Perhaps." Song Weitian pursed his lips and smiled, without a specific explanation.

"Also, what's the matter with you in a wheelchair? His face is pale and his eye sockets are deep. You have such a strong smell of medicine, you must have just come out of the hospital. Zuo Yan wondered.

"Zuo Yan's observation is quite detailed." Song Weitian smiled, "In a few days, I'm afraid I'll have to go far away, Miao Miao will ask you to take care of it more at school." ”

"Take care of her? Are you sure? She's more feminine than a woman, I don't dare to mess with her! Zuo Yan waved his hand again and again, "Although I don't read much, don't frame me, just your weak physique." Can you go far away? Tell me, what's going on? ”

Song Weitian glanced at Zuo Yan deeply, smiling silently.

Zuo Yan was puzzled, and glanced at Song Miaomiao, who was lying on the table in the classroom. Thinking of Song Weitian sitting in a wheelchair in front of him, in a lifeless state, his brows furrowed slightly, and said, "If I guessed correctly." You should have some incurable disease, and you're going to die. ”

"Zuo Yan!" Ah Niu's eyes suddenly became fierce.

"Ah Niu!" Song Weitian spoke softly, and then nodded to Zuo Yan with a smile.

"It's really going to die!" Zuo Yan glared. "Weren't you okay a few days ago, why did you get such a serious illness in the blink of an eye?"

"Heaven will take my life, and I can't resist." Song Weitian smiled bitterly.

"Let's talk about it, what kind of disease it is, I know a lot of people, maybe I can help." Zuo Yan said sincerely.

Although he doesn't have a deep friendship with Song Weitian, he can be regarded as half an acquaintance, how can Song Weitian say that he once invited him to dinner, and he can still afford the kindness of a meal.

Besides, he knows Su Lao, He Yong is so big, just treating a patient, this face is always given.

"I know that Zuo Yanxiao has made a lot of contributions recently, and I have some deep friendships with the big names above, but even they can't do anything about my illness." Song Weitian shook his head and smiled palely, "I have advanced lung cancer, the cancer cells have spread to the whole body, I am already a dead person, I don't bother with Zuoyan's little classmate, it's just what I asked you just now, I hope you can agree." ”

"Advanced lung cancer!?" Zuo Yan raised his eyebrows, and he was also a little surprised.

Zuo Yan knows that if the word "cancer" is stained, it is equivalent to stepping into the ghost gate with one foot, and with the word "advanced", it is basically a life of waiting for death sooner or later.

Although modern medicine is developed, it is still helpless in the face of terminal cancer.

"Okay, I promise you." Zuo Yan sighed.

"Miao Miao has your care, I am very relieved." Song Weitian smiled.

――

In the evening, after the evening self-study, Song Miaomiao, who had been silent all day, left the classroom with her schoolbag on her back.

Zuo Yan wanted to say something comforting to her, but she didn't know what to say.

Do you have to say to yourself, "Don't worry, isn't your dad terminally cancer?" No big deal! ”

Or say, "Don't worry, your dad will walk peacefully!" ”

No matter which sentence he says, Zuo Yan will definitely be despised and beaten violently.

"Ah Yan, I made an appointment with a beautiful girl today, and I can't take you with me." As soon as the grass head got into the car, he smiled obscenely and said, "You can go back by yourself, bye!" ”

"Damn, there is no humanity of the opposite sex!"

Watching Lamborghini go away, Zuo Yan said angrily.

The means of transportation were gone, and Zuo Yan didn't take a taxi, so he simply chose to walk.

Walking on the road, Zuo Yan kept thinking about the things of the day.

He couldn't imagine the heart-rending pain that Song Miaomiao felt when she learned that her father had such a serious illness and was about to die soon.

The person you love the most will never be seen again, no matter who you put on anyone, it is a cruel fact that is difficult to accept.

"Alas......" Zuo Yan sighed.

There's nothing he can do about this kind of thing.

Rao is that he has invincible mental power, and his strength is unparalleled in the world, but he can only watch a person being tortured to death by illness.

As he walked, he inadvertently heard a noisy sound in Zuo Yan's ears.

“…… It's got cancer, it's not saved, throw it away! ”

"No, Bobby has been with me for four years and is my friend, I can't just abandon it!"

"Silly boy, do you want a mother or a dog? This kind of cancer is deadly, do you want to watch your mother get infected with cancer and die?! ”

“……”

The word cancer pokes at the sensitive point of the left word.

He stopped and walked in the direction of the sound.

After a while, he saw a little boy about thirteen or fourteen years old on the side of the road forcibly pulled away by his mother, and the little boy cried heartbreakingly, leaving an extremely weak and dying puppy lying quietly next to the garbage heap.

It can be seen that the little boy is really reluctant to give up this dog, but he has nothing to do.

"There are tragedies everywhere in the world." Zuo Yan sighed and planned to turn around and leave.

"Whew......"

At this time, the puppy barked very weakly, and the voice was full of sadness and helplessness.

But at the same time, there is also a desire in the voice, a desire to live, a desire to live.

Zuo Yan paused.

He turned his head and looked at the puppy, silent for a long time.

"Perhaps, I can give it a chance, and give myself a chance!" Zuo Yan's gaze was hot and bright. (To be continued.) )