Song Beiyu is critically ill.

When Tang Li saw him yesterday, the sun was shining brightly like at ten o'clock in the morning. After coming out of the emergency room, the first four words that came to Tang Li's mind when she saw him again were: twilight.

He doesn't have much time left.

The doctor told Song Beiye to enjoy the last moments of his life instead of struggling to die with tubes inserted all over his body in a hospital filled with the smell of disinfectant.

"Come on, I'll take you home."

Song Beiye put his arm around Song Beiyu's shoulder, but Song Beiyu broke free.

"I want to do what my sister-in-law wrote in her book: on an ordinary night, with a few people who can make me laugh out loud, feel the breeze by the river. They bring wine, and I tell my story of how my life, though short, has been worthwhile. We grin as we eat skewers, we raise our glasses and drink together, we wave goodbye at three in the morning. After dawn, you continue on your way, and I, along with the morning breeze, watch you go."

Song Beiye's eyes reddened, and he glared fiercely at Tang Li:

"What kind of crap did you write?"

Tang Li smiled through her tears and said:

"We will eventually part ways here. You will live a long life, while I will enjoy the fragrance of flowers in my hometown."

Song Beiyu sighed:

"Of all the books my sister-in-law has written, this short story is my favorite. It's just a pity that there's no print version."

Isn't that simple?

Song Beiye and Tang Li exchanged glances, and the two had a rare moment of tacit understanding.

This is the only novel Tang Li has ever written that ends in tragedy. For a while, there was a trend of short, tragic stories in the online literature world, so Tang Li casually wrote this little story. The night she finished writing it, she sat by the river and felt the wind for a long time.

In reality, there are no noisy nights, no morning breezes, no fragrant barbecue skewers, no drinks from deep alleys, and no group of friends raising their glasses in celebration.

Only those who lie emaciated in hospital beds, struggling to survive, bid a regretful farewell to this world.

The tombstones in my hometown are not adorned with blooming flowers, but only with weeds climbing over the small earthen mounds.

Even the most affectionate person who has left will only forget their loved one completely within three to five years.

"Let's go to the riverbank, enjoy the breeze, have some drinks, and eat some skewers."

Enjoy the moment while you can.

But Song Beiyu shook his head:

"I have been waiting for this day, but not today."

Song Beiye immediately understood: "I'll go ask Miss Lin out."

After all, he came for her.

Tang Li smiled and said, "Then we'll head back now."

"Sister-in-law."

Song Beiyu called out to her.

Tang Li hummed in response: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing. I'm just calling you a few more times because I'm afraid no one will be as childish and clingy as me in the future."

Song Beiyu felt a warm sensation on the tip of his nose, as if he was about to have a nosebleed again. Afraid of startling them, he quickly tilted his head back.

"Don't worry, I have a younger brother who's even more childish and clingy than you. I'll bring him to meet you tomorrow, and you two can have a competition to see who can call you 'sister-in-law' more sweetly."

Huo Sitang was initially very dissatisfied with Song Bei's decision to recognize his sister-in-law during the chaos, but she did not expect that he would be diagnosed with a terminal illness at such a young age. Although Huo Sitang could not see the sadness on her face, she had already felt compassion for him.

Upon hearing Huo Sitang's words, a faint smile appeared on Song Beiyu's pale face:

"Auntie, are you no longer forcing me to call her 'aunt'?"

Huo Sitang raised her hand:

"You brat, call me 'older sister'."

"elder sister."

Song Beiyu is sweet-talking and obedient.

Huo Sitang's eyes welled up with tears, and she turned her head to wave.

"Boring, I have no fighting spirit at all. Let's go home and play with my little brother."

The Huo family.

After seeing off this bunch of troublesome relatives, Huo Yancheng suddenly sneezed.

He always felt like someone was talking badly about him behind his back!

After leaving the hospital, Tang Li received a call from Jing Jiu, who said that Lin Yiyun was showing signs of recovery and asked when she could make a move.

Tang Li sighed:

"Wait a little longer."

"How long?"

"If I could, I would rather she be arrogant and domineering for the rest of her life."

If this can help that lovely young man live a healthy life, why not let her go?

After a moment of silence, Jingjiu said:

"I will do my best to prevent Lin Yiyun from making a comeback. The industry is in a slump right now, and my brothers and sisters are having a hard time. I can't let all their hard-earned money go down the drain."

Whenever something happens, the Jingjiu Railway is always the first to step up and take responsibility.

Tang Li smiled and said:

I love you.

Jingjiu snorted: "Saying you love me is the least reliable thing. You should show me some real action. You promised a book signing..."

"Huh? Hello? Hello, hello, hello..."

"Screw you, stop pretending and give me a straight answer."

Jingjiu has seen through her.

"Nine, my signal is bad here, I'm in the elevator. I'll hang up now, talk to you later."

Tang Li hung up the phone decisively, glanced at Huo Sitang sitting in the driver's seat, and noticed that Huo Sitang kept poking her with her hand. Then she pointed to the other side of the road.

Isn't that... Jingjiu Little Cutie?

"Sitang, drive fast, get out of here!"

Tang Li waved his hand, and Huo Sitang stepped on the gas and sped away.

These days, debt collectors aren't that scary!

Jingjiu sent a WeChat message to Tang Li:

"I hereby unilaterally announce that the book signing event will be held on April 26th, at 10:00 AM at 10:00 AM."

That day was her birthday.

They really know how to pick a day!

However, Jing Jiu did remind Tang Li, and she promptly called Jing Jiu back. Jing Jiu, in a domineering manner, preemptively responded:

“I knew that day was your birthday, so I specially chose that day so that you could celebrate with the people.”

Oh.

Jingjiu is such a rascal, he has a terrible temper.

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