Chapter 127: The Past Fades Away with the Wind

So far, whether it is or not, it doesn't make much sense.

Xiao Zisang passed away, and he went to meet his parents with those beautiful pasts.

The family, which had been separated for more than ten years, was finally reunited, but the world was abandoned by him.

Of course, this world is not so beautiful, and he may not have a sense of attachment.

On the way to the hospital, Lu Fushi thought about how she should face Xiao Zisang for a while.

Lu Fushi thought, he wanted to see that it wasn't her crying, he said a long time ago, he wanted her to be happy all the time.

"I'll always be happy, not for you, but for me." She muttered to herself.

Erfu followed her two steps away from Lu Fushi, did not speak, silently accompanied her, listening to her self-talk.

When encountering this kind of thing, people usually cry, but Lu Fushi is not the kind of person who will shed tears.

No matter what kind of problems she encounters, Lu Fushi always has a way to solve it, and she has never blushed or blushed.

She's really good at adjusting her mood.

"Miss, we're here."

Walking to the door of the infirmary, Erph reminded.

Today, the medical hall is still open, but the doctor is not Xiao Zisang, but the other Langzhong he trained later.

Xiao Zisang had long intended to cultivate children who were very talented in medical skills, and at first Lu Fushi thought that he cherished talents and didn't want his talents to be buried, but now he knows that it was all in his plan.

He knew that his time was running out, and in the days to come, the hospital could not be empty, and cultivating people was the best way.

Today is the same as usual, but Xiao Zisang is gone.

Lu Fushi walked into the medical hall.

It was still the same inside, as if they didn't know the news that Xiao Zisang had died.

"Miss Fushi is here, and everyone is inside." Lang Zhong, who was sitting in the clinic, saw Lu Fushi coming, got up and said to her.

Lu Fushi nodded, "It's up to you to watch outside." ”

Lang Zhong bowed, "Don't worry, we have all promised Dr. Zisang, and we will take care of the medical hall." ”

"Okay." Lu Fushi walked into the back room, and Erfu stayed outside to help.

"Shi'er is here." Xiao Han walked over, his tone was still the same, it seemed that nothing had happened, but Lu Fushi saw that something was wrong with him from his eyes.

"Where's Senior Brother?" She asked.

"Inside." He staggered her position to let her in.

Lu Fushi walked in, before opening the curtain, she took a few deep breaths, hesitated again and again, and still opened it and went in.

At that time, Xiao Zisang was lying on the bed, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, his face was fair, and his facial features were still so addictive.

It was as if he was just asleep, not like he had passed away.

"Senior brother, I actually want to ask you, why did you lie to me in the end?" Lu Fushi sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Xiao Zisang.

She knew she wouldn't get a response or an answer, but she just didn't want to die.

The answer wasn't that important anymore, she just wanted to know.

"Senior brother, you really did everything well, but you forgot about me and forgot about you." Lu Fushi's eyes were red, looking at the familiar face, and she spoke eloquently.

"You think what you've done will make me less sad after you die, but what I want is for you to tell me the truth, not to lie to me one by one, one by one lies. I'd love to hear the truth from you, but I can't get it anymore. ”

Xiao Han came in from outside, holding a letter in his hand.

"Shi'er, this letter was left to you by Zisang, maybe the answer you want is all in it." He said, "Don't complain about Zisan, he really doesn't want you to be sad before he made this decision." ”

Lu Fushi took the letter from Xiao Han's hand, walked to the courtyard outside, opened it and read the contents.

"Poetry, seeing words is like meeting.

Of course, I know that the master will not wait for me to be buried before giving you this letter. But I wrote it anyway, and I thought it would be better to write it that way.

You hate me for not telling you the truth at the end of my life, right? I actually know you, you just look strong, you're just a girl.

As I write a letter to you, my mind is always playing out the scene when we first met.

At that time, I didn't know that my illness would be so serious that I would die at this age, and I didn't know that I would be so affectionate to you, a disobedient junior sister, that I didn't even want to make you feel half sad.

I thought about telling you everything, but I didn't dare, I had my concerns.

The master never told me how long I had time, because he didn't know that what I told you about January and March was just a lie.

I don't think you should take this to heart, I want to see your smile at the end.

I have no regrets in my life, and every moment in the world has been filled by you.

What happened to my parents was painful, overwhelming, and unacceptable to me.

It was only after I realized that my parents had done a lot of evil that I realized that my illness was to atone for their sins.

I've accepted it, and you shouldn't be sad.

I know that one by one my lies are breaking your heart, and I'm sorry.

But I had to do it.

I am very grateful to myself at that time, I didn't say that I liked you that sentence, and I didn't have any feelings with you beyond the scope of my brothers and sisters.

I have been guarding you for a while with my actions, and I am satisfied to see your smile a lot.

In the days to come, without me, you have to be happy and live seriously.

If you meet someone who is lucky enough to be liked by you one day, you must live happily with him.

I can't get it anymore, but I still want you to be happy.

At this point, I have a lot of things I want to say, but I don't know how to continue writing.

Shi'er, with you for more than ten years, I have no regrets in my life.

Shi'er, I like you.

In the end, I was willing to tell you what I liked.

It's selfish, I think you will remember me for the rest of your life, and remember that there is a person who has been with you for more than ten years.

Poetry, be happy.

That's all I want to tell you.

Xiao Zisang, a masterpiece. ”

After reading the letter, a tear fell on Xiao Zisang's name, and the ink was blurred.

The tears of forbearance burst at this moment, and the emotions that had been enduring for a long time broke out at this time.

Lu Fushi squatted on the ground and cried loudly.

Erf came in and saw the scene and wanted to come up and comfort her.

"Miss Erf, don't bother her, let her let her let go of her emotions, and endure it all the time." Xiao Han stopped Erfu.

Erfu nodded, looked at Lu Fushi, who was crying regardless of her image, and Xiao Han, who looked sad beside her, stepped aside very knowingly.

——

Xiao Zisang's funeral was as simple as he said.

He didn't even leave a body behind, and he didn't choose to be buried.

Xiao Han cremated his body, took Lu Fushi on a boat, arrived at the center of the river, raised the ashes, and watched Xiao Zisang, who was burned to ashes, fall into the water and flow into the distance along the flow of the river.

"Zisang, the fate of our master and apprentice in this life ends here, and we are fortunate to meet again in the next life."

Lu Fushi was very calm, watching the clear river flow by.

An autumn wind blew, drying the tears from the corners of her eyes.

That's Xiao Zisang.

It was the last time he wiped her tears.

"Master, let's go back." She said in a hoarse voice.

"Okay."

After returning to the capital, the medical center issued an announcement.

Xiao Zisang and Xiao Han decided to travel all over the world, and after that, they will no longer sit in the medical hall, and Xiao Zisang's apprentice will take over in the medical hall, everything will be the same, just change the doctor.

People are sorry for this.

Lu Fushi has never been to the hospital again.

Some of the assistants who originally worked with Xiao Zisang went on to work in the hospital, and some left the capital to return to their hometown to live.

Xiaoya left the capital, and Lu Fushi wanted to stay with her, but she refused.

Her stay in the capital is to repay her kindness, and when her benefactor dies, there is no point in staying here.

Lu Fushi respected her ideas and no longer kept her.

The past fades away with the wind.