Cheng Haoyu waved the props in his hand desperately like a madman, wishing he could cut down all the willow branches on the mountain.
"Brother, are you okay?" Cheng Haoyang asked.
Cheng Haoyu didn't even raise his eyes: "I'm fine, what could happen to me?"
"Sit down and rest for a while?" Cheng Haoyang handed him the kettle.
Cheng Haoyu acted as if he didn't hear anything and kept waving the props in his hand. The branch fell down with a crackling sound as if it had a deep hatred for him.
Finally, Cheng Haoyang couldn't stand it any longer and reached out to stop him: "Brother, don't do this."
Cheng Haoyu's forehead was covered in sweat and his breathing became very rapid. Under Cheng Haoyang's obstruction, he stood still.
"Your father will be very happy with this wheelchair. Son, you have such a clever hand."
"Mom, I learned how to make wheelchairs from Cheng Haoyu and Zheng Xinyi. They made the wheelchair for Zheng Xinwei and inspired me to make music."
"Oh! Speaking of Xinyi, it really makes me feel sad. She's so young, but she's been living with her child at her mother's house. Now, everyone in the surrounding villages is talking about how the Cheng family abandoned her and her child. Some even say that Xinyi's child isn't from the Cheng family at all, which is why they kicked her out."
"Mom, stop talking nonsense here. We don't know the truth of the matter, so don't talk nonsense here."
A mother and son were passing by, carrying the newly made wheelchair and chatting. Because the mountain was covered with lush trees, they did not notice the presence of Cheng Haoyu and Cheng Haoyang.
Watching the mother and son gradually disappear into the distance, Cheng Haoyu tightened his grip on the props. Zheng Xinyi's words suddenly surfaced in his mind: "Haoyu, have you seen the wheelchair my eldest brother is using now? We made it for him ourselves!"
This sentence did not make him feel much at the time, but now some scattered images suddenly emerged in his mind, and Cheng Haoyu tried desperately to grasp these images.
He felt as if his head was about to explode and was in excruciating pain, but those images kept flashing through his mind.
"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Cheng Haoyang realized that something was wrong and asked.
Cheng Haoyu held his head in his hands: "I have a terrible headache."
"Headache? What should I do?" Cheng Haoyang said helplessly.
Cheng Haoyu began to be unable to bear such pain and rolled on the ground with his head in his hands.
"Brother." Cheng Haoyang called out in a distressed tone.
After an unknown amount of time, Cheng Haoyu's body finally became exhausted, and he curled up on the ground like a statue.
Faintly, Cheng Haoyu saw Zheng Xinyi's smiling face, the scene of their meeting in Beijing, the scene of their wedding, the scene of their loving each other in the army, and even saw Zheng Xinyi's worried look when he was on duty, and the scene of himself leading his brothers to charge into battle. He saw Xinyi wearing a white coat and running around the military hospital, and the scene of the two of them being excited when they first learned that Xinyi was pregnant. He saw himself putting his ear to Xinyi's belly with a happy face to feel the fetal movement...
Those countless images kept replaying in Cheng Haoyu's mind like a movie playing on a big screen.
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