He stepped on the cold floor, step by step towards the room, his steps were very steady, the whole person was unusually calm, but the clenched fist under the sleeve was clenched tightly at the moment, as if to dig his nails into the flesh.

He Yan grabbed the hand under his sleeve, Shen Jing looked up at her, she just blindly broke his palm, and finally spread the palm in front of her eyes. Blood spilled from the palm of his left hand, and the blood that pierced the palm flowed down the nail into the nail gap.

"Doesn't it hurt?" He Yan gently raised his left hand and exhaled softly into the palm of his hand. Even with such gentleness, there was still a little blood oozing from the wound.

She took out the handkerchief that the man had given her from the placket of her chest, carefully wiped the blood from him, and then slowly bandaged him......

Shen Jing looked at He Yan who was concentrating on bandaging his wounds in a daze, and only felt a warm current passing by in his heart, which actually soothed the depressed mood at the moment.

"It's fine!" The palm of his hand was sweating at the moment, mixed with the wound with the abnormal pain, he slowly withdrew his hand, collected his thoughts, and only said: "Thank you!" Then he stopped looking at her, but walked straight ahead.

Suddenly, he stopped in front of the door.

"Young master!" The guard in front of the door bent down to Shen Jing and greeted him.

Shen Jing just stood quietly in front of the door, as if his hands and feet weighed a thousand pounds, and he couldn't lift his arms, and he couldn't take such a heavy step.

At this moment, the intermittent coughing sound gradually came out, and after a while, the air seemed to be filled with this coughing sound...... The cough became heavier and heavier, and in the end, it was already a weak light cough, and gradually, the light cough was gone, making people feel depressed and powerless.

He Yan couldn't see this situation, as if the people in the room were inextricably linked with herself, and she couldn't be like the man in front of her, just standing here stupidly.

She stepped forward, put her hand on the man's back, and then gently patted his back, and her voice was soft, "Go in!" ”

Shen Jing raised his eyes, and his flat gaze stared straight at the door, as if he wanted to burn it out of a hole.

Finally, as if he had made up his mind, he slowly lifted his hand, then touched the door weakly, took a big breath, mustered up his courage, and gently pushed the door open......

As soon as I pushed the door open, a smell of medicine lingered on the tip of my nose. The further I walked inside, the more I seemed to be filled with the smell of medicine. The low coughing sound came to the ears, and it only made people scratch their hearts, and the movements of their feet did not want to see everything too soon, but only one step at a time, as if the road was very long, and there would never be an end.

In the final analysis, it is not the long road, it is born from the heart, the route is to go to the person, everything is determined by this person, is it the heart to go, or the heart to abandon?

In the room, the decoration is not luxurious, very elegant, the wall is full of simple calligraphy and paintings, there are books on the bookshelf in a regular manner, and there is a vase on the table, you can see at a glance that the owner of the room has a very good taste, and everywhere reveals a quaint atmosphere.

On the bed, through the white veil, you can vaguely see a person lying on the bed, a low cough sound comes from the veil, the body is constantly shaking because of coughing, and finally "poof", blood stains the veil red, the throat seems to be finally better because of this last cough, his trembling body gradually calmed down, and his senses began to revive one by one.

The tip of his nose was a strong smell of medicine, mixed with the smell of blood, which was so oppressive that he couldn't breathe; In my ears, there was the sound of slight footsteps, heavy breathing; In front of him, through the veil, it seems that he is the person he thinks about day and night.

The man's body had already been hollowed out due to illness, and his voice was extremely weak, but when he listened carefully, there seemed to be a trace of joy in his words, "Ah Jing, are you here?" ”

Shen Jing lowered his eyes, his eyes were fluttering with emotion, his lips were tightened, and he didn't respond to the person on the bed.

For a long time, the person on the bed couldn't wait for a response, sadness enveloped his whole person, and he could only hear a few wry smiles from him, the laughter was full of self-deprecation, and the words were faintly painful, "I should have seen it wrong, how could he come?" ”

He Yan is not hard-hearted in the end, she can't bear it, she can only look at the man, but she has more than enough heart and not enough strength, and this is not her own business.

"You ......" Before she finished speaking, she saw Shen Jing walking towards the person on the bed step by step.

He stood in front of the bed, stretched out his hand to remove the veil, and a weak and pale face appeared, skinny because of illness, and the whole person had no vitality, if it wasn't for the breathing, I was afraid that he would think that he was not a living person.

It's been a few months since I last saw him, and Shen Jing couldn't accept it for a while, the person lying on the bed in front of him, extremely weak, was his father!

The man had already seen a familiar face, the corners of his eyes were already moist, his eyes flashed with joy, and he trembled as soon as he opened his mouth, revealing his mood at the moment, "You...... There you are! ”

Shen Jing seemed to be a gentle man at this moment, there was tenderness in his eyes, and the words that came out of his mouth were no longer cold, "Well, you have a good rest!" ”

The man's eyes were full of anticipation, he looked at the son in front of him, and asked nervously, "Ah Jing, can you call me one last time?" ”

Shen Jing didn't respond to him, just reached out and tucked the corners of the quilt for him, then sat on the edge of the bed, staring at him, trying to see something in his eyes......

He watched the mood in the man's eyes change and change, expectant, calm, relieved, and finally his eyes were self-deprecating.

Shen Jing couldn't help but ask, "What are you thinking?" ”

In the past ten years, he has seen all kinds of people and encountered all kinds of things, and he has been able to basically grasp people's emotions, and sometimes he can even see through people's hearts.

But at this moment, Shen Jing couldn't understand the man in front of him. This man looks the same as him, the same eyebrows, eyes, similar outlines, but he has never guessed his thoughts.

As the saying goes, the mother of the child is the father of the daughter. In other words, the son generally looks like his mother. But for Shen Jing, when he was a child, he didn't look like anyone, but his personality was very much like his mother.

"Quiet as fluorescent, moving as the wind." It is a true portrayal of him, when he is quiet, it is like a ray of light shining into the bottom of people's hearts, and his actions are like a gust of wind, which cannot stop his progress, and can only let him be free.

When he was a child, he had the cuteness of a child, and he had a curiosity about all good things; Later, he gradually lost his smile and hid his emotions in a small shell.

It's all due to parting, which is always sad, let alone a child with a fragile heart. It's just that people have to grow up, but parting never stops.

The man seemed to have made up his mind, and his mouth was just light, but he didn't know how hurtful these words were, "Let me go see her!" ”

Shen Jing's anger was burning in his heart, and he couldn't help but raise his voice, "Why? ”

"Death and life are broad, and Zicheng said; Hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son. The man closed his eyes, as if reminiscing about the past, and slowly recited his vows.

Shen Jing looked at the man's determined appearance, only to feel that the fire in his heart burned even more, and he roared loudly: "Where is it so simple? What face do you have to meet her? ”

He still closed his eyes tightly and laughed self-deprecatingly, "Yes! What face do I have? She gave me my life! ”

Shen Jing took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms and handed it to the man, "After taking the medicine, you can rest well!" You're going to be okay! ”

The man on the bed suddenly became excited, "No! He thought of something, and said with a wry smile: "Ah Jing, what a woman your mother is afraid of cold!" She's been alone for too long! ”

"Ah Jing, give it to those who need it!" The man's eyes were full of bitterness, "I've lived for so many years in vain, I can't be so greedy anymore!" ”

Shen Jing was just silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

He Yan looked at this scene, her heart was complicated, she said that she was not moved, it was fake! But what about her sister?

She could only step forward step by step, and cautiously spoke to Shen Jing: "I'll take a look at your father!" ”

"Good!" Shen Jing nodded, motioned for her to go further, and pointed to the empty seat next to the bed.

He Yan approached them, and the man on the bed was exactly the same as the man in front of him, but it was very similar to eight points, and it seemed to be carved out of the same mold.

She took the man's hand, and he was very cooperative, perhaps because he knew his own situation, and he didn't want to be disturbed by other things, but he just lay silently the whole time.

She probed his pulse, weak, fast and slow, gradually weakening. Looking at his eyes, his pupils were gradually unable to focus, and he could not see the reflection of people.

He Yan shook her head at Shen Jing, looking at him with a pity in her eyes that she didn't know.

Suddenly, the man smiled softly, and his hand stretched straight ahead, as if he was about to grasp something, and kept muttering something in his mouth.

When Shen Jing heard it clearly, he couldn't help but have red eyes. What he muttered was: "Yue'er, wait for me!" ”

Shen Jing grabbed the hand that was trying to reach into the distance, the man's hand was already green and protruding, and the dry fingers were colorless at the moment, just like this person, he would leave the next moment......

The man looked at Shen Jing, tried to grab the last straw, grabbed his hand tightly, and cried in his words, "Yue'er, my Yue'er, she said she was so cold, she said she didn't want to be alone!" ”

The man's voice gradually lowered, his eyes seemed to look into the distance through the veil, and the corners of his mouth also hooked up a smile, "The moon is so beautiful today!" ”

Shen Jing couldn't accept the man's actions, looking at him like this, his heart was also very painful, "Look at me!" You can't...... Can't be so cruel to me! His voice gradually lowered, and his voice was already a little choked, "You haven't heard me call you yet!" Haven't you always wanted to hear that? ”

The man seemed to hear the man's words, looked straight at Shen Jing with his eyes, and smiled at him, but his smile was full of bitterness, "Ah Jing, do you say that Yue'er is willing to forgive me?" ”

He reached out and patted his hand gently, and said soothingly, "She will!" Father! ”

The man seemed to think of something at the moment, and slowly spoke, "What about Ah Jing, will he forgive me?" After saying that, he smiled self-deprecatingly, his voice a little excited and helpless, "I know, I'm sorry for them!" ”

Speaking of Yue'er, his words were full of tenderness, "I have lost my Yue'er forever, I don't expect to be forgiven, but I only hope that Ah Jing can be happy in the future!" ”

At this moment, what is the use of wishing for one's own happiness? But he understands that his father has long lost the reason to live, and that all that supports his body is self-blame and guilt.

Shen Jing finally lost to human nature, and there was a suppressed choking in his muffled voice, "Father, you will always be Ah Jing's father!" I forgive you! ”

The man on the bed finally waited for his answer, his hands hung down weakly, his eyes gradually closed, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was sleeping peacefully.

Although there was a short-term sense of relief after the depression, the last line of defense in Shen Jing's heart at this moment collapsed, and he was already unable to form an army, he closed his eyes in pain, letting the tears flow, the pain of his heart being torn apart, tortured him breathlessly.

His nasal voice, aggravated by crying, with a hint of fragility in his voice, shrouded in a sad atmosphere, "You're all gone!" How can I be happy? ”

He Yan looked at him like this, took his hand tightly, patted it gently, and comforted: "He walked very peacefully!" He wants you to be happy! You should cheer up! ”

Shen Jing looked at He Yan, remembered something in a trance, shook off her hand, took the small porcelain bottle beside the bed, threw it into her arms, and said angrily: "You get out!" Aren't you just for this! You should be happy now! ”

He Yan couldn't reach it, and when he threw it off, the small porcelain bottle smashed over again, and the other was unstable, and fell straight to the ground.

"Oops~"

Hearing her scream, Shen Jing couldn't help but turn his head to look at her, the young man was silently picking up the small porcelain bottle, he felt unusually dazzling, and could only resolutely turn his head.

After a while, he felt a small hand tap on his shoulder, and he suddenly looked back, and the man was behind him. He didn't go!

Shen Jing straightened up, couldn't help but put his hands behind her and hugged her tightly, buried his head in her arms, and vented all his emotions in front of her.

He Yan was also desperate, looking like she was letting him go, she only patted his back comfortingly, her eyes were full of tenderness, and her tone was gentle, "It's okay!" It's going to be fine! ”

At this moment, Shen Jing is like a child, nested in He Yan's arms, looking for his own warmth and happiness!