With a "bang", the woven bag in Zhou Tangyao's hand fell heavily to the ground.
"What did you say?"
"Come with me."
As Xue Yan led the way for them, she talked about what had happened to Shen Mo in the past month.
"The real reason she gave up the lease was that she felt she couldn't hold on for much longer and didn't want to appear in front of you as a patient, so she chose to leave.
On the second day after Chen Mo moved into the base, she fainted outside. It was then that we learned that she was suffering from a terminal illness.
At that time, she was in a very negative mood, had lost the faith to live, and wanted only to give up on herself.
Later, I took her to the welfare home at the base and spent two days with the children there. She suddenly changed her mindset, became motivated again, and volunteered at the welfare home for a month.
It's a pity that she still couldn't beat the disease and passed away at around 1:00 am."
Hearing this, Zhou Tangyao burst into tears, her shoulders trembling constantly, and her voice was intermittent:
"Momo... is kindhearted and very empathetic. She must have seen those children... without parents and felt... pitiful, so she wanted to live longer and be with them... as they grow up."
Zhu Chao clenched his hands into fists, his eyes bloodshot. He couldn't believe it, he couldn't believe that a healthy person would suddenly die.
Until I saw with my own eyes Chen Mo lying breathless on the hospital bed, her face as pale as paper, like a porcelain doll that had lost its vitality.
Zhu Chao walked to the bed, knelt down in despair, and tears rolled down his face instantly.
He reached out and touched the girl's face, but felt only coldness.
"Momo, Momo."
Zhu Chao wanted to shout at the top of his lungs, but found that his throat was dry and hoarse, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence.
After crying for a long time, he finally found his voice, his eyes full of self-blame and regret.
"I'm sorry, I didn't notice anything for so long. I didn't realize how much you suffered..."
Zhou Tangyao lay on the edge of the bed, crying breathlessly. She was the one who had spent the longest time with Shen Mo.
But she knew nothing about this. A strong sense of guilt surged from all directions, almost drowning her.
The ward was filled with suppressed crying, and even Xue Yan couldn't help wiping away tears when she saw it.
Suddenly, a young girl walked in, glanced around, and asked:
"Are you Chen Mo's friends? I found these letters on her desk."
Zhou Tangyao raised her head and wanted to stand up, but she had no strength left.
It was Siqi who slowly walked forward and took the letter. "Thank you."
The girl waved her hand and said, "You're welcome. I'm Shen Mo's roommate. She volunteers at the welfare home during the day and comes home at night to sit at the table and write and draw.
I asked her who it was for, and she said she didn't want her friends to be sad, so she wanted to leave something for them."
Hearing this, Zhou Tangyao burst into tears again, "Momo, why are you so stupid? You've been tortured beyond recognition by your illness, and yet you still want to think about us..."
On each envelope was written the name of one of their people.
Zhou Tangyao received the most letters, a total of twelve, which recorded Shen Mo's daily life in the shallow mountain base.
Just like writing a diary, share the people and things you meet with your best sisters.
Zhou Tangyao covered her mouth and watched while crying.
The other three people only received one letter.
After reading it, Lin Muzhe held the thin piece of paper in his hand.
He cried and wiped his tears, "Sister Xiaomo, I am a man. I will definitely become a very powerful person in the future to protect the base, the people I love and the people who love me."
Siqi patted Zhu Chao's shoulder and asked with concern: "Brother, are you okay?"
Zhu Chao let out a bitter smile. "So, Momo has seen through my feelings for a long time. She hopes that I can find someone to spend my life with soon."
The ward fell into deathly silence.
After waiting for a long time, Xue Yan felt that the time was about right, so she pushed the door open and walked in.
"Before she passed away, Chen Mo said she wanted to be cremated and her ashes didn't need to be handled specially; they could just be scattered somewhere.
But the base commander just said that Shen Mo made a great contribution to the base and must be buried with honor.
This afternoon, we will hold a memorial service at the welfare home. If you are free, you can come and attend it."
Afterwards, Xue Yan came to Shuguang Supermarket and also invited Jiang He.
The welcoming bear at the door heard the words "memorial service" and hurried over.
"Yan Yan Hua, is Xiao Mo gone?"
Xue Yan nodded slightly: "Yes, what happened this morning."
The little bear stood there in a daze. This was the first time it had faced the sudden death of a human it knew.
They, the robots, have no concept of "death", but humans are fragile and many things can cause them to lose their lives.
Jiang He pursed his lips and spoke slowly: "I will definitely be there at the memorial service this afternoon to see her off for the last time."
After Xue Yan left, Xiao Xiong finally came to his senses, but he still looked confused.
"Master, where did Xiaomo go after she died? Will I have the chance to see her again?
Xiaomo is a good person. She often praises me for being cute and says I have the best singing voice among all the bears.
Jiang He looked at it calmly, "Little Bear, the dead cannot be resurrected. You will make many human friends in the future, but there will never be anyone exactly like Shen Mo."
The welcoming bear seemed to have suffered a critical hit. It lowered its head, walked back to the door silently, greeted the next customer, and went into the supermarket to shop.
When Zhou Tangyao and the others came back, it was already twelve o'clock in the afternoon.
When the little bear saw their tear-swollen eyes, he felt as if he had found a kindred spirit. He put down the half-eaten energy stone and ran over quickly.
"Yaoyao, there is no Xiaomo in this world anymore. There will never be Xiaomo again!"
Zhou Tangyao's suppressed tears were easily brought out by these words.
She walked over, hugged the little bear's fat head, and burst into tears:
"Xiongxiong, we must all remember her. As long as we keep remembering her, Momo will never disappear."
Little Bear nodded repeatedly. "Our robots have very strong memories. They can remember a person or an event for a very long time, until the day they are completely scrapped."
Xiaobao went downstairs to have lunch and watch TV for a while, then saw Little Bear walking back from outside looking very sad.
After learning what happened, she patted the little bear's head and comforted him softly:
"Xiongxiong, whether it's humans or us robots, there will come a day when we will be separated. This is the normal state of life.
If you really can’t bear to leave, then say goodbye properly.”
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Jiang He brought Xiao Xiong and Xiao Bao to the base welfare home.
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