"Young Master, please don't talk nonsense. You'll get better, you'll get better..."
Yang Pu cried loudly, and had long since broken down in tears.
He knelt beside Song Yansheng, as the saying goes, a man doesn't easily shed tears, but that's only because he hasn't reached the point of heartbreak.
Song Yansheng glanced at him and said softly, "Why are you crying? You're a man now."
Yang Pu wiped away her tears and nodded, saying, "I won't cry, I won't cry..."
He's a man now; he can't cry, he can't let the young master be sad anymore.
I want to be alone for a while.
After speaking, Song Yansheng looked into the distance again; he was already very tired.
Yang Pu suppressed the urge to cry, got up, and walked into the house.
Grandpa Meng and the Song family stood by the window inside the house, looking at Song Yansheng in the courtyard.
Song's mother's eyes were swollen from crying, and Song Guiran was also secretly wiping away tears.
"Master, is there really no other way?"
Uncle Lin asked in a heavy tone.
Grandpa Meng shook his head: "I've used all the skills I've learned in my life, but I still can't help him."
The old man's tone carried a hint of helpless self-reproach.
He couldn't save the child after all. He had saved countless people from the clutches of death in his life, but he was powerless to help Song Yansheng and could do nothing about it.
This feeling of helplessness and heartache is unbearable.
Grandpa Meng turned his back and wiped the corner of his eye with his wrinkled hand.
He had watched that child grow up, and like Cheng Yatou and the others, he had feelings for them.
Of all the children in the compound, Yan Sheng is the one who is the most heartbreaking and distressing.
It pained him to see that.
Song Yansheng sat alone in his wheelchair. He was very tired and felt that everything around him was quiet.
The physical pain seemed to have lessened considerably, and at this moment, there was an extraordinary tranquility.
I remember someone once asked him if he hated the injustice of fate and the ruthlessness of God.
Song Yansheng thought that up to this moment, he had never felt hatred.
Because, at least God gave him a happy family, ensuring he had enough to eat and wear, and was able to afford his medical expenses for so many years.
God gave him genius-like abilities, making him stand out from others and become a leader in the computer field.
Most importantly, fate brought him together with Su Xiaoling.
That girl, who appeared in his life like an angel, gave him strength, vitality, and love...
He didn't hate, and he never complained.
He should thank God for letting him meet her.
Even though their relationship was too short-lived, like a fleeting moment, he was content.
A person on the verge of death cannot ask for too much.
He only hoped that from then on, God would treat his beloved people kindly.
Although he had long since learned to accept death.
But at that moment, he suddenly felt very sad and upset.
The thought that he would never see her again, never be able to hug her again, never be able to talk to her again, never be able to hear her voice again brought tears to his eyes.
The world seems to have quieted down.
Occasionally, all he could hear was the rustling of autumn leaves in the wind, and the song "Destiny" sung by her would play in his ears, it was so beautiful...
He seemed to see her smiling as she walked towards him; she was still as beautiful as ever, captivating his heart as always.
Just like the first time we met.
Sitting in her wheelchair, Song Yansheng slowly closed her eyes.
The ring on my ring finger gleamed faintly.
Gloomy and sad.
People say,
Autumn is a sad season.
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