"Brother, why have you never told me about this?" Shi Liangce is hard to accept.

Half a month?

How can it be that there is only half a month?

"Your dad won't let you say it, he doesn't want you to worry about ......"

“FUCK！” Shi Liangce collapsed.

Why is this old man still so authoritarian?

I'm going to die, and I'm still so domineering.

Shi Liangce seems to be gentle, always approachable, as if he is very talkative, but when he was young, he was a completely rebellious teenager, dreaming of traveling all over the country with a sketchpad on his back.

As the young master of VIA Real Estate, no one can understand Shi Liangce's thoughts.

Their daily indulgence in painting is called depravity.

But only Shi Jianshu ignored the rumors outside and supported Shi Liangce to complete his dream.

It doesn't matter if nothing ends up being accomplished.

He will always be Shi Liangce's strong backing.

It was the support of Shi Jianshu that gave rise to the realist painter who became famous on the planet later-Shi Liangce.

Shi Liangce collapsed and squatted by the wall and sobbed, like a lonely boat lost in the sea, but his strong breath seemed to be unable to be broken by any wind and rain.

At the beginning, his father was his back.

Now he also wants to be his father's backing.

It's just that before that, he needs to cry the tears of the rest of his life, and he must not show the slightest vulnerability in front of his father.

"Second uncle, how can I save my grandfather?"

Ji Luo raised her head suspiciously, her eyes extremely focused, as if the doctor's verdict was useless to her.

Shi Botao didn't want to see Ji Luo's disappointed and sad expression, but he had no way to say deceitful words.

Shi Jianshu's cancer cells have spread, and even Hua Tuo is helpless when he is alive.

"Little Luoluo, although this result is very unacceptable to you, but we are destined to die the moment we are born, birth, old age, sickness and death are the normal state of life, and each of us has to try to face the ......"

Shi Botao tried to comfort Ji Luo with rational thinking, but halfway through his words, he couldn't say anything anymore.

In the end, he struggled to restrain his sadness and said with a far-fetched smile:

"Little Luoluo, since your grandfather doesn't want to see us feel sorry for him, then in the next few days, let's try to make him happy!"

"Okay?"

Ji Luo's eyes dimmed, her fingers twitched unconsciously, and her blood congealed together as if it had been frozen, so cold that every cell of her was trembling.

She felt a sense of confusion ahead, and that helpless despair invaded her heart once more.

Whoosh –

Several snippets crossed her mind.

In the clip, a man who can't see her clearly hugs her and her mother, and a gentle kiss falls, and the feeling of happiness permeates his heart.

Bang bang!

Gunshots rang out......

Mom hugged her and screamed hysterically......

Fishing village, beach, seaside, boat...... The man blocked all the bullets for her and her mother and fell in front of them......

He's dead......

Father?

She couldn't remember what her father looked like.

But she will never forget the feeling of despair, just like now facing the death of her grandfather.

Despair, suffocating her.

"Little Lolo ......"

Shi Botao felt the grief coming from Ji Luo's body, and he couldn't bear to continue to comfort him.

But Ji Luo suddenly raised a vicissitudes of life and a firm smile, showing a maturity and stability that did not match her age, which was inexplicably distressing.