I initially thought Xiao Huang left because of an accident... but it turns out it was to save people... and it did it twice, both times risking its own life...
[From the lyrics, you can tell that Xiao Huang was a stray dog that Wen He picked up, and it was already eight years old. For a stray dog, eight years old is already very old. It could have lived a peaceful old age with Wen He, but it still bravely gave its life to save others...]
[In the video, Wen He and Xiao Huang looked so happy and carefree. How could such a blissful life collapse so quickly...? Xiao Huang is dead, and now Wen He is probably...]
Wen He's song is the only one I've never dared to listen to a second time... His longing and sorrow for Xiao Huang are too intense... so intense that I simply can't bear the emotion; listening to it would make me break down...
Why... why is this happening... what did Wen He do wrong to be treated like this... he just lost his beloved Xiao Huang, and now he's suffering from an illness and coughing up blood incessantly...
Those who had finally managed to recover a little.
My emotions were on the verge of collapse once again.
They simply cannot accept what is happening now.
All of this has far exceeded people's comprehension.
The entire internet has gone completely crazy.
Although all the evidence at present suggests that Wen He's illness is probably an incurable terminal disease.
However, a significant portion of the population is still unwilling to believe these things.
Until Wen He admits it himself, and until there is solid evidence...
They are still trying to deceive themselves.
Together they weave a beautiful picture of "good people will eventually have a happy ending".
Otherwise, it's simply unimaginable...
What should we do if Wen He really passes away?
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"You've already accomplished so much."
Wen He flipped through the small notebook that Cheng Yudie always carried with her.
Each of the rows of wishes above has a checkmark next to it.
"Yes, your wishes are always easily granted."
"Contentment brings happiness. I'm quite happy to have you by my side."
As she spoke, Wen He casually flipped through the "wish list" again.
On the very last page, Wen He saw a translucent light green leaf.
This leaf is exquisitely crafted, as if it were made of some unknown metal; it is very thin yet quite heavy.
"What is this?" Wen He picked it up and examined it carefully.
"This is a lucky leaf, a little leaf that can cut through sadness and bring good luck. I've tucked it into this notebook, wishing you good luck always."
At this point, Cheng Yudie smiled bitterly: "Unfortunately, it doesn't seem to be that useful."
"I don't think so." Wen He looked at the leaf and felt a strange sense of familiarity.
This feeling seems to symbolize hope.
“I think it’s still very useful. At least I’m very happy and live a very free life. But no matter how lucky I am, it can’t cure cancer, so I can’t blame it.”
He put the lucky leaf back on the last page of the notebook.
He slowly got up, walked to the window, and gazed at the sky.
Wen He has been thinking about a question recently.
He should try to enjoy the world as much as possible in his last month.
Or perhaps we should hold some concerts and sing a few more songs for the world as a final tribute.
The problem with the former is that...
Wen He is now struggling to even tolerate the side effects of conservative treatment.
He now coughs frequently, and if he needs to go out, he has to carry an oxygen tank with him.
Otherwise, the tumor that is compressing the airway would make it impossible for Wen He to even maintain normal breathing.
Moreover, his cancer cells had spread to virtually every part of his body.
The doctor told him that the cancer cells were already spreading into his brain.
Without painkillers, almost every part of Wen He's body aches.
Even with painkillers, the cancer cells that have spread to the brain can still damage nerves, potentially turning him into a vegetable.
In his current state, becoming a vegetable is no different from dying prematurely.
If we were to hold a concert...
His violent coughing would then further accelerate the spread of cancer cells.
In other words, every song he sings now means he'll lose several days of his life.
In fact, both of these choices would be a source of suffering for Wen He.
His best option right now is to avoid making any trouble.
Lying in the hospital like this, relying on a ventilator and painkillers to minimize physical pain, might allow me to live a little longer.
But this was also the first option Wen He ruled out.
His life was already nearing its end.
There's no point in living just to survive; it's meaningless.
Wen He has never had an answer to this matter.
Just then, he looked out the window and saw a little girl being pushed off an ambulance.
He could clearly see that the girl had many bruises and some healed scars.
Upon seeing this scene, Wen He's heart sank.
"Cough cough..." He coughed forcefully.
Wen He wanted to find out what had happened...
It's unbelievable that such a young girl would suffer such a serious injury.
After telling Cheng Yudie what he had seen, he went with her to the outside of the emergency room.
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