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Bao Ju, who was reading medical books at home, suddenly received a message from a friend. He probably knew the news and situation of the Wen family. And resurrected.

It happened that he was on vacation, Bao Ju contacted Weisheng Xun, and they made an appointment to meet at the Second City Hospital.

The single-story and double-story stairs are crowded with family members and relatives who come to visit the patients, and even the space for flies cannot be squeezed in.

Seeing that there was no hope of conquering the elevator here, Wei Shengxun went to the corner and found the fire elevator to the floor where Wen Jin was.

Wen Jin muted his cell phone. Now, he doesn't want to answer anyone's calls. He just wants to stay with his father and wait for someone to come to confirm the signs of illness. If there are still signs of death, his father will have to sleep for the rest of his life. in the ground.

Outside the window on the seventeenth floor, there was loud thunder. The patient in the next bed had just been discharged from the hospital before they came. Now there is only one dead person in the ward, only Wen Jin.

The rain outside the window was fierce, and it slapped the glass window hard, but it was all in vain. The glass trembled slightly, and then returned to calm. Covered by the most water stains, the waves behind push the waves ahead.

Under the high-rise buildings, there are tens of thousands of green land planted, which are ruthlessly washed away by the heavy rain, leaving puddles one after another, just like the wounds in the bottom of my heart, the rain stops, but the damage will not go away, unless there is a bigger one next time The rain, washed away again, washed away the original trauma and rebuilt a bigger trauma.

Sitting on the escort chair, holding Wen Zhiyu's bruised hands with both hands, warming up his own body temperature little by little, but the corpse was obviously a little stiff, Wen Jin knew very well in his heart that only dead people would have rigor rigor .

His heart is like a mirror, but he just doesn't want to admit that the father who had accompanied him for half his life and would rather eat bad things himself than buy him a lot of extra-curricular books disappeared just like that, not so suddenly.

When Wei Shengxun arrived at the door of the ward, Bao Ju was already in the ward one step ahead of him.Not knowing what to comfort her with, she could only hand Wen Jin square after square of tissue paper towels.

He can understand the pain of bereavement, and the comfort seems so insignificant in these painful things that it can't splash a little water.

Wen Jin couldn't get through on the phone. As for how to find Wen Zhiyu's location, he also asked Bao Ju. After all, Bao Ju had acquaintances in this hospital, and he always knew much more than he knew.

"You're here." Bao Ju made room for the two of them, handed the remaining paper handkerchief to Wei Shengxun, turned around and closed the door for the two of them, and went out to look at the doctors beside the nurse's desk Profile with nurse.

"Don't cry," Wei Shengxun squatted down, making his eyes level with Wen Jin, broke off Wen Jin's hand little by little, held it in his own hand, and kept kneading, letting Wen Jin's hand , the feeling is not so cold, not as fresh as normal people.

"Wei Shengxun." Wen Jin seldom called his name so bluntly, the palms wrapped around the outside froze slightly, and rubbed them slowly again, as if nothing had happened.

"I am." I have always been, and always will be.

With empty eyes, looking at Wei Shengxun who was warming his hands in front of him, tears kept falling from Wen Jin's eyes, "I'm sorry, let's break up."

"it is good."

Weishengxun responded quickly, he agreed to break up, raised a hand, and crushed Wen Jin's crow hair, he was so gentle as to die, for Wen Jin, Weishengxun's patience may never be used up in this lifetime "However, I should be the one who said I'm sorry. I took the liberty to visit and let you encounter this accident. It is right to break up."

What Wei Shengxun got from Bao Ju's Wen Zhiyu was acute pulmonary embolism. The thrombus blocked the lumen of the lungs.

He took the initiative to take responsibility, first because he thought he was indeed the culprit, and second because Weishengxun didn't want Wen Jin to blame himself too much.

Wen Jin is too filial. Father Wen and mother not only treat Wen Jin well, but even Wei Shengxun, an outsider, was extremely considerate to him before.

These years, he was not kind enough, and wanted to rob someone's son.

Ever since Wen Jin called him by his name, Wei Shengxun felt that their fate might be over.

"Weisheng, I'm sorry, my father has already left, and my mother has to get sick. I have already lost my father, and I can't lose my mother anymore, do you know?" Wen Jin threw herself into Weishengxun's arms, letting her Large swaths of tears soaked the clothes.

After all, Wen Jin was still a child, but he suffered a lot when he was a child, but it didn't mean he could bear this way of parting from heaven and man.

Because Wei Shengxun lost his mother when he was young, he can no longer make Wen Jin motherless.

"Don't think too much, I understand that you can't be a lover, but you can be a friend." Wei Shengxun planned to like Wen Jin in this life, no matter how the future changes, his heart is planted on Wen Jin .

If it wasn't for being too selfish, Wen Jin must have been forced to choose the Wen family or himself a few years ago. Now that Wen Jin has paid for his father, Wei Shengxun feels in his heart that he shouldn't ask for anything else.

A few nurses pushed the trolley, knocked on the door and entered the room, and asked Wen Jin to sign the death notice. This patient actually died very early, but from a medical point of view, they will observe more time to prove The patient has literally died.

When she wanted to replace the patient with a cadaver list, Wen Jin refused to go out anyway, and asked the attending physician's opinion, and then agreed that the two of them could only stand aside.

Watching the cotton balls being stuffed into the body space one by one to prevent the inside of the corpse from leaking due to external factors, the three corpse identification cards were placed in different places in turn.

Wen Jin could only cry on the sidelines. Now he can't do anything, and he has to call the third uncle and the others later. He has never held a funeral, and his mother suffers from mental illness, so he can only let the third uncle come to preside over it. .

When Ye Luo returned to her roots, Wen Jin wanted to hide Wen Zhiyu back in the cemetery of her hometown.

"Auntie will be taken care of by Brother Bao, so don't worry too much. Brother Bao said that Auntie has been able to restrain her emotions after taking medicine." Wei Shengxun whispered about Yuan Mi's situation, probably because Wen Jin was intoxicated. In the midst of his father's death, it was difficult to take Yuan Mi's situation into consideration.

"Okay, we don't want to see each other these days, I'm afraid I'll irritate my mother." He wiped away the endless tears from the corners of his eyes with a tissue, he needed to cheer up, Yuan Mi might not be the only one who had an accident after his father left.

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