The first one to tell you

Facing Wen Yu's confession again and again, no matter whether he just laughed it off or scolded him, Shen Xuyang insisted on telling him that he didn't have much time left.

Shen Xuyang could no longer deceive himself and could not pretend anymore, he had to treat it as true.

Shen Xuyang did not turn around. He and Wen Yu were side by side. In front of Wen Yu was behind him, and in front of him was behind Wen Yu.

Shen Xuyang put away his frivolous behavior, and at this moment his words were full of maturity, as if he was on the verge of growing up.

Shen Xuyang asked, "What disease? How long has it been going on? Can it be cured?"

Shen Xuyang no longer avoided it, and Wen Yu no longer had to waste time trying to convince him.

Wen Yu replied: "ALS, early stage, terminal illness."

Wen Yu's brief answers to the three questions asked by Shen Xuyang were the most frustrating. There were no extra words to explain, and every word sounded like a farewell.

Shen Xuyang asked, “When did you know?”

Wen Yu lowered his head and looked at the long shadows on the ground cast by the moonlight. He raised his head again and saw the moon hanging in the sky and the stars surrounding the moon.

Wen Yu said, "I'm the first one to tell you in the past few days."

Wen Yu understood the hidden problem in Shen Xuyang's words. They were not blood brothers, but they were better than blood brothers. Shen Xuyang seemed to be fine, but in fact, sometimes he was more fussy than girls.

Shen Xuyang's face was still cold. Even though it was the answer he wanted, he couldn't be happy at all. He even wanted to cry. When did he become so pretentious?

Shen Xuyang raised his head. At this moment, he actually believed the lies in the idol drama.

Tears really can't be controlled just by wanting to. He doesn't want to cry at all, but now his eyes just won't obey.

Shen Xuyang closed his eyes, thinking that if he closed his eyes, the tears would not flow out.

Shen Xuyang asked again: "How long will it take?"

When Shen Xuyang asked this question, he himself might not feel it, but Wen Yu next to him could hear the trembling.

It turns out that Shen Xuyang was also afraid.

Wen Yu looked at the stars in the sky with a calm expression on his face. He even began to count the stars with his fingers, as if those terrible things had nothing to do with him.

Wen Yu said: "Ten years at most, maybe less than ten years."

Wen Yu didn't want to lie to Shen Xuyang. He remembered everything Dr. Zhao said. The chance of surviving for ten years was very low. He didn't have much hope in the first place, but just wanted to give the people around him some hope.

When Shen Xuyang heard this, no matter how he tried to stop her, tears still flowed out from the corners of her eyes.

Even though he closed his eyes tightly and didn't want to open them to give those emotions a full vent, they still desperately wanted to be released.

Not only his eyes, but even his nose felt sore. It felt like a knife had been stabbed somewhere in his heart, and he couldn't pull it out. It was blocked there and he couldn't breathe.

Shen Xuyang finally couldn't hold it anymore, his chest was shaking, he tried hard not to cry, but how could he hold it back, he could only suppress the pain in his heart.

Wen Yu heard Shen Xuyang's choking voice in his ears, and his throat seemed to be blocked, preventing all the sad sounds from coming out.

Wen Yu knew that he must be very sad, but he didn't want this to happen. If possible, he would rather bear all the pain himself.

It was obviously he who was sick, but the ones who were most sad were the people around him.

Wen Yu rarely saw Shen Xuyang cry. Even when he was a child and not yet so tall and strong, he never cried every time Shen Changzhou chased him and beat him with a stick.

There was only one time, which was the day after Shen Xuyang's mother passed away. At her funeral, Shen Xuyang just knelt without shedding a single tear, and was called cold-blooded by others for this.

But Wen Yu knew that he was just holding everything in his heart and was unwilling to express it. How could the hidden tears really disappear? They would always accumulate in his heart and turn into rainstorms, thunderstorms, and heavy rain.

Sure enough, on the second night after the funeral, Shen Xuyang secretly ran away from home alone, and later Wen Yu found him in front of his mother's tombstone.

That night was the first most turbulent night Wen Yu had ever experienced.

Shen Xuyang cried the whole night, from dusk to dawn. Fortunately, there were no residents around the cemetery, otherwise they would have been frightened by his crying and unable to sleep.

Wen Yu turned sideways and walked in front of Shen Xuyang. Looking at his forbearing face, he knew that he was holding back tears again, but this time he couldn't hold them back at all, as if he had already burst into tears without realizing it.

Wen Yu looked at him and smiled. No matter how old Shen Xuyang grew, he was still a three-year-old child that he couldn't help but worry about.

Wen Yu suddenly thought about how ugly Shen Xuyang would cry when he was gone, and wondered if he would call back his wandering soul.

Wen Yu shook his head helplessly, then opened his arms and hugged the big boy who would never grow up and would only cause trouble and worry to him.

Wen Yu's gentle voice echoed in Shen Xuyang's ears, "Cry, it will be better if you cry it out."

Shen Xuyang could have held back a little longer, at least he didn't want to cry in front of Wen Yu, but when he heard Wen Yu's words and his warm embrace, he couldn't hold back any longer.

Shen Xuyang completely let go, all his senses were open, and all those sad, sad, and suppressed emotions burst out. His whole body was filled with magnified, non-fatal pain.

Shen Xuyang cried loudly, tears pouring out like a dam bursting, not drop by drop, but piece by piece.

It is said that girls are made of water. When Shen Xuyang cries, his tears can form an ocean.

Wen Yu listened to Shen Xuyang's unpleasant crying. It was so hoarse that it sounded like noise, but it made him feel heartbroken.

Fortunately, not many people come to this basketball court and there are no residents nearby, otherwise people would say he is disturbing the public.

Wen Yu gently patted Shen Xuyang's back, like a mother coaxing her child, but this time it didn't work.

After an unknown amount of time, Shen Xuyang fell silent and motionless, even his breathing became weaker. Wen Yu was so scared that he pushed him away and took a look. Seeing that his eyes were still open, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The tear marks on Shen Xuyang's face had dried, perhaps because he had wiped them with his sleeve. Even though the tears were gone, the traces of sadness remained.

Shen Xuyang looked at Wen Yu, whose face turned pale with fear, and said lightly, "What? Did you think I was dead?"

Wen Yu stretched out his fist and punched Shen Xuyang in the chest, saying, "Shen Xuyang! Stop joking about this, it's not funny at all."

Shen Xuyang said: "I just wanted you to experience my feelings just now, but it was only for that moment. Who made me live so long?"

Wen Yu listened to Shen Xuyang's words and really wanted to punch him hard again. He was obviously trying to persuade him to make progress, so why did he suddenly become decadent?

Wen Yu and Shen Xuyang found a place to sit down. They were both silent for a long time. One looked up at the stars with a leisurely and elegant mood, while the other lowered his head and kicked pebbles with a melancholy look on his face.

Shen Xuyang was silent for a while, thinking a lot, but still couldn't calm down. When he thought that his best friend and brother would leave the world in the near future, he couldn't help but want to cry.

Shen Xuyang thought he was never a sentimental person, and he knew that life and death were determined by fate. But when this unfair fate befell Wen Yu, he found that he seemed to be very afraid of separation from life and death.

Shen Xuyang looked up at Wen Yu. Seeing that he was now as calm as still water, he couldn't say a word of comfort.

Shen Xuyang asked, "Wen Yu, why did you accept it so quickly?"

Wen Yu still looked up at the sky. He used to like looking at the stars, but now he couldn't seem to get enough of them and was reluctant to lower his head.

Wen Yu said, "What else can I do if I don't accept it? If my fate has come and I'm forced to accept it, and I'm still lamenting the unfairness of heaven until the moment of my death, then the rest of my life will be wasted. It would be better if I had never come into this world."

“Since I have seen this world and have existed in it, no matter how long I stay, I should do something meaningful and leave behind some reason for my existence.”

Shen Xuyang listened to Wen Yu's words, and sometimes he really admired his clear thinking and his indifference to life and death.

He didn't know what to say to Wen Yu. It was obviously him who was about to die, but why did he act like he was half dead?

Shen Xuyang mentioned it casually, but he actually cared deeply about it. He asked, "You just said you wanted me to help you fulfill your dream?"

"So...what is your dream?"

Wen Yu was waiting for Shen Xuyang to say this. He looked at Shen Xuyang and said in a firm tone, "Get admitted to Jinghua University Medical School and become a cardiac surgeon."

Shen Xuyang only heard the first half of the sentence, and he was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth.

Shen Xuyang said: "What? Wen Yu, you didn't take the wrong medicine, did you?"

"Jinghua University is one of the top universities in China. They only accept the top ten students in the province or city. With my current grades, I can't make it even if I have 30 years."

Shen Xuyang really felt that Wen Yu was a little whimsical, and he trusted him too much.

Wen Yu said, "Xu Yang, I know you can do it. It's not difficult for you. As long as you study hard from now on, you can make up for the three years of courses you missed."

Shen Xuyang waved his hand and said, "Wen Yu, you know how bad my grades are. I'm not just at the bottom, I'm at the bottom in every subject."

Wen Yu looked at Shen Xuyang's unwillingness to face the situation, and suddenly raised his voice and said, "Chen Xuyang! Can you face reality? Stop being angry with your father. He doesn't care about your future at all. Why should you show your life to others?"

"I know you hate your father, hate that he doesn't care about your mother, and you are his only son. You think that your skipping classes and fighting now will make him lose face, but in fact, he doesn't care what kind of person you are."

"You should know better than me that he has no expectations of you, so what you are doing now is just escaping reality."

Shen Xuyang heard Wen Yu's accusations against him. It was rare to see Wen Yu like this. It seemed that he was also very frustrated.