Song Cheng wanted to take his father back to Song's house, but was stopped by the eldest lady.

The eldest lady said that they have been married for nearly forty years, and they have stumbled for most of their lives, but they have also come over.

Back then, she went to the Song family without hesitation, and watched his husband slowly change his mind and mess with flowers and grass outside, and after so many years, she also endured it.

"Now that he's old and dying, let him stay in the Lin family." The eldest lady sighed, getting older and older than before, "In the previous decades, I followed him, and now, let him follow me." ”

Song Cheng thought about it carefully and finally agreed.

When he came out of the Lin family, he looked very bad, and he didn't say a word, he leaned back on the chair sickly, closed his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking.

When I got home, I went straight upstairs.

My mother happened to come out, and when she saw this scene, she asked strangely, "What's wrong?" The people over there showed you a look? ”

"Song Cheng's dad is going bad." I whispered and handed Xiaodian to my mother, "I'll go up and have a look." ”

My mom nodded and sighed heavily.

The door to the study was unlocked, and as soon as I pushed it open, I smelled the smell of cigarette smoke on the tip of my nose, and I frowned.

Song Cheng sat at the large desk, leaning back in a chair, holding a cigarette in his hand, and the smoke in front of him was filled.

It's been a long time since I've seen him smoke, and I remember that he would only order one when he was particularly irritable, and he wouldn't necessarily smoke it, just smelling it.

But that's all before we get married.

Seeing me come in, he hurriedly wanted to extinguish the cigarette butt, I directly raised my hand to stop it, and said in a low voice: "It's okay, if you want to smoke, you can smoke it." ”

I walked up behind him, grabbed his neck from behind, rested my chin on his head, and rubbed it gently.

Song Cheng grabbed one of my hands, slowly rubbed my fingertips, and even kissed the back of my hand.

Even so, he didn't say anything, and suddenly he became dumb.

At this moment, I can't say any high-sounding words, in the face of death, everyone is so small.

All I could do was stay with him and give him a shoulder to lean on when he was tired and sleepy.

Song Cheng was stunned for a while, but still pressed the cigarette butt in his hand into the ashtray.

He took me by the hand and dragged me to him, hugged me and sat on his lap, wrapped his arms around my waist, buried his head in my chest and rubbed it, as if he was coquettish, as if he was seeking comfort.

I hugged his head and whispered above his head: "It's okay, everything will pass, you and me, and Xiaodie, and your Xiaoxi sister, we will all accompany you." ”

Song Cheng let out a sullen "um" for a long time, and said in a hoarse voice: "I am neither a good father nor a good son, and I can't even keep the most important person around me." ”

"Don't say that, who doesn't have an accident, how can I blame you?" I rubbed his hair and whispered, "In my heart, I've always thought you're very powerful. You see, the Shen family is gone, the Feng family is down, only we are fine, isn't this the best proof? ”

Song Cheng's father was already sick, and later suffered a stroke and was paralyzed in bed, and it was not easy to survive for so long.

I don't know if it's better to let a half-dead person struggle to survive, or to let him die directly.

The arm around my waist tightened a little, and Song Cheng whispered: "I used to hate my dad so much, hated him for being a hypocrite, saying that he loved my mother, but in the end he abandoned her. When I was young, I wondered why he didn't die. If he died, my mom wouldn't be so sad. But now, I feel sorry for him, no matter how bad he is, he is my father after all. If he's gone, then I'm really fatherless and motherless. ”

Song Cheng's voice was stunned, and his face was full of confusion, like a child who suddenly lost his parents on the road, and suddenly lost his direction.

My heart was sore and painful, and I wanted to rub him into my body.

No matter how old a person is, as long as his parents are still around, he is still a child.

But one day, when the big tree that stands in our way falls, and we have to stand up tenaciously to shelter the next generation from the wind and rain, that kind of sadness and confusion can sometimes even crush the tough people in an instant.

But no one can stop death.

In the early morning of the third day after we visited the elderly, the mobile phone rang suddenly.

Song Cheng and I have the habit of turning off the phone before going to bed, and I don't know what happened that night, just like a faint indication of something, Song Cheng forgot to turn off the phone when he went to bed.

When the bell rang, I woke up with a sudden start, sat up, and turned on the bedside lamp.

In the dim light, the screen of the mobile phone emitted a deep light, and my heart beat wildly, and a sense of foreboding suddenly crept up my back, which made me shiver.

Song Cheng moved faster than me, grabbed his phone and picked it up.

I vaguely heard the voice of the eldest lady, and then I saw Song Cheng close his eyes in pain, and in less than a second, he quickly opened them again.

"Okay, I'll be right there."

He hung up the phone and lifted the quilt, his face gloomy.

I hurriedly got dressed and followed behind Song Cheng.

My mom heard the commotion, opened the door, and asked me what was wrong.

I said that Song Cheng's father is not good, let's go out first and let her take care of Xiaodie. My mom was stunned for a moment, and then told me to take care of Song Cheng, and I nodded.

In the early hours of the morning, there was still a hint of cold outside, and Song Cheng and I hurried out.

Uncle Bai drove the car silently, and usually said a few words to us, but today he didn't say a word, thinking that he had already guessed what we were doing at the Lin family.

The Lin family was brightly lit, but the house was quiet, and the house where Song Cheng and his father lived was full of people, but no one dared to speak.

The old man had already put on his shroud, his expression was calm, and he looked as if he was asleep, but he could no longer open his eyes and look at the world around him.

"I'm just waiting for you to come." The eldest lady got up and glanced at Song Cheng, "Very suddenly, I woke up in the middle of the night to come and see him, and the person didn't have a few breaths, and after changing his clothes in a hurry, he swallowed his breath." ”

"I see." Song Cheng was a little incredulous calmly, and I secretly looked at him a few times, only to realize that his cheeks were tighter than usual, and his back was straighter than ever.

At the moment of his father's death, he was like a pine tree that was forced to grow, and every branch was constantly sprouting under the oppression, thinking that in this way, he could resist the oppression of the wind and snow outside.

After that, whether I went to the funeral home or attended the funeral, Song Cheng calmly made me feel strange.

Even when Zhang Xiaoxi came over, he secretly asked me if Song Cheng was a little abnormal recently.

I shook my head and said he was fine and told her not to worry.

In fact, I don't have any bottom in my heart.

After returning from the funeral, Song Cheng still behaved very calmly, as if he had matured overnight. I used to like to mess around with me, but now I'm a lot more serious.

The more calm he was, the more frightened I became, and I didn't even dare to sleep at night, for fear that he would have a sudden seizure.

When his father died almost a month ago, Song Cheng's condition still did not improve, and he stretched himself tightly like a robot every day.

He seemed to have a choked breath in his chest, but he didn't know how to vent it, so he could only use high-intensity work to put pressure on himself and force himself not to think about other things.

If it goes on like this, I'm afraid he's driving him crazy.

I'm going to take Song Cheng out for a walk, no matter where he goes, as long as he stays away from work and away from this oppressive environment.

Now that the time is so urgent, it is too late to apply for a visa for me, so I simply transfer around the country.

With my mother and Yaya at home, it's no problem to take care of Xiaodie.

My mother has been scared by Song Cheng these days, and when she saw that he didn't dare to speak, she heard that I was going to take Song Cheng out, so she immediately nodded and said okay, let me enlighten Song Cheng well.

I didn't plan to let familiar people follow, so I hired a car, drove downstairs to the group, and took the elevator straight to Song Cheng's office.

There was no one in the office, and the secretary told me that Song Cheng was in the conference room and asked me if I had made an appointment.

I waved my hand directly and asked about the location of the conference room, and the author went down two floors in the elevator.

As soon as I got out of the elevator, I saw that the large conference room was full of people, all of them looking nervous, sitting in a precarious position, obviously being lectured.

And Song Cheng, who was sitting in the front row, didn't have the slightest smile on his face, and there was a hint of gloom in his eyes, even I was startled when I saw it suddenly, not to mention his subordinates.

Song Cheng didn't see me, sat in his chair in silence, listening to the people below make a report, I waited for ten minutes, and began to be a little impatient.

If he waits like this, I don't think he'll be able to finish this meeting today.

After thinking about it, I walked over and pushed open the huge glass door with a "bang".

The debriefer suddenly shut up, and the room fell silent, and everyone's eyes turned to me.

I nodded at Song Cheng: "You come out, I have something to say." ”

There was a loud gasp sound, and my scalp tingled.