Chapter 216: Come here and give me a hug

Chapter 216: Come here and give me a hug

How could Tang Man not know that Wen Jin was also worried about her health?

Her eyes were red.

The look in her eyes couldn't hide her pity and heartache.

Since returning to her hometown, she has felt much better.

Finally, when I opened my eyes, I was no longer surrounded by cold, lifeless machines and a blank white ceiling.

Instead, there was the sound of wind, roosters crowing and dogs barking, and my grandmother's rough, warm hands.

Only in these moments did Tang Man feel alive.

She stepped forward, took Wen Jinye's hand, and offered to explain:

“Your work and relationship weren’t going well during that time, and you were dealing with all sorts of trivial matters. I didn’t want my poor health to cause you any more trouble.”

Wen Jin was also led into the house by Tang Man.

Tang Man's maternal grandmother has difficulty walking, but she is in good spirits.

Seeing Wen Jin come in, she immediately stood up enthusiastically, "What a beautiful little girl! Are you Manman's good friend?"

Frustrated, she went to boil water, her steps slow and unsteady. "Manman didn't tell me that any friends would be coming today, and we haven't prepared anything at home. Let me wash some fruit for you, don't mind."

"No need, Grandma. It was my sudden visit that was a bit offensive."

Wen Jin instinctively reached out to help her.

But I saw the old man's bloodshot eyes.

She patted Wen Jinye's hand with her aged hand and said very softly, "It's so good that Manman still has good friends to come and see her at this time."

Wen Jin felt a mix of emotions, an indescribable bitterness.

Grandma went to the kitchen to boil water and wash fruit.

Through the non-soundproof glass, the sounds of banging and clanging could be heard, creating a lively atmosphere.

Tang Man sat on the sofa, gazing longingly towards the kitchen.

“The old lady couldn’t bear to part with me. As soon as I was discharged from the hospital, she couldn’t wait to have my parents bring me here, saying she wanted to see me more.”

Wen Jin's voice choked slightly, "Everyone will miss you."

"Sigh—there are people who are hoping I'll die soon." Tang Man pouted, somewhat unwilling, "That idiot Qin Zheng actually got his wish."

Wen Jin didn't want her to give up so easily, so she asked again with hope, "Are you really not going back to the hospital?"

I'm not going back.

Tang Man gave this answer without any thought.

Therefore, she must have thought about this decision countless times before making it firm.

Tang Man anticipated everything: "Don't cry."

Wen Jin's tears immediately welled up, and upon hearing this, she stubbornly raised her head.

"I didn't cry, I just used some saline solution to wash my eyes."

Tang Man was impressed by her twisted logic and deliberately teased her, "Am I really that eye-watering?"

"Hey...you."

Okay.

Tang Man handed her a tissue and said slowly:

"I suddenly felt that life is so short. When we are in despair, we place our hopes on God and expect a miracle to happen. For a while, I was in a coma most of the time. In each half-awake state, I would suddenly wake up and the blankness in that moment would make me forget that I am a patient."

"But I am already terminally ill. The most painful time for me was when this realization gradually came to me as my mind cleared."

“The empty ward made it hard for me to breathe. I desperately wanted to breathe fresh air. Dr. Zhou also tried to persuade me, but he also clearly told me that my chances of recovery were really not high, and I could only watch myself wither away little by little.”

"Since I am destined to wither, I must at least have the freedom to choose the soil where I can decay."

Wen Jin could understand it.

When she once considered giving up on life, she was not actually afraid of death.

Sometimes, the emptiness and suffocation of being alive are more terrifying than death.

only--

It wasn't until she stood as an observer and watched someone she cared about give up their life that she realized how painful and heartbreaking that pain and reluctance could be.

"As long as you're alive, there's hope. That's what you told me back then."

“Our situations are different.”

Tang Man has had many moments of emptiness regarding life and death, and has long since figured it out.

"I cannot decide my own life or death, but I can decide to live a brilliant life and die peacefully."

Tang Man glanced again at the busy figure in the kitchen, making sure her grandmother wouldn't suddenly open the door before continuing:

"I've always wanted to go out and see the mountains and rivers, but I always complained about being too busy with work. Now, I finally have the time."

"After staying at home for a while, I actually feel much better mentally. I think it's time for me to get going."

“I have so many things I haven’t had time to do. I’ve been waiting, but I’ve been waiting and waiting, and all I’ve gotten is this body riddled with holes.”

“If I don’t do it now, I really won’t have time. I don’t want to spend the last days of my life in a hospital ward while I can still walk.”

Wen Jin lowered her head and quietly wiped away her tears.

But when she cries, her nose and eyes are all red, and it's impossible to cover it up.

"But what if you can't take care of yourself?"

Tang Man smiled gently, her lips pale, but there was a light in her eyes for a moment.

She was truly determined.

Since we cannot row against the current, and since life cannot be saved.

Let it pass away in glory.

"Now, we can't just do nothing because we're afraid. Life is so short, so don't be timid and hesitant. Just do your best and leave no regrets."

"If we confine ourselves to a narrow perspective out of fear of getting hurt, we will forever remain frogs in a well. The courage you have in your work, which is not afraid to start over, should be shared with your life."

"This is true hedonism."

Don't confine yourself to a self-imposed prison out of fear of getting hurt.

Life is very short.

"The fruit is here!"

Grandma's raised voice sounded cheerful and adorable.

Tang Man responded, "Wow! Thank you, Grandma."

This concludes the discussion on life and death, courage and cowardice.

Wen Jin quickly composed herself and echoed Tang Man, "Thank you, Grandma!"

Grandma stayed overnight and we ate together.

Wen Jin also refused.

My maternal grandmother's house is in the countryside, and if it gets any later, it will probably be difficult to get a taxi.

She's just a young girl, and it's a long way back to the city from here. It's also too late, so I'm worried about her safety.

Grandma didn't insist that we stay.

It's gotten colder outside.

Wen Jin didn't let her grandmother send it either.

I walked out of the cozy house alone and across the courtyard shrouded in night.

The sycamore tree shed a shower of golden leaves, carpeting the ground.

She turned around and saw that the small house was brightly lit.

Grandma and Tang Man stood at the door watching her.

Wen Jin stepped out of the courtyard, and what awaited her was not a dark path.

The Maybach's headlights illuminated the entire road.

Amidst the dappled light and shadows, the man stood backlit in front of the car, like a poignant and exquisite silhouette painting.

He slowly raised his hands, which were tucked into his trench coat pockets, and reached out to Wen Jinye.

With arms wide open.

He was waiting for her on purpose.

His tone remained casual, "Come on, let me see, are you all teary-eyed?"

"Come here and give me a hug."