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After dinner, under the condition that Shen Yan repeatedly assured that he would be fine, Du Zichen finally reluctantly went home.

Maybe it was because he slept too much during the day, but at night Shen Yan tossed and turned in bed and couldn't fall asleep. He was still very awake until around 12 o'clock at night, when the drip was finished, and the nurse Li Ge was sleeping beside him, snoring loudly.

Hearing the other party's voice, Shen Fang finally couldn't lie down anymore, so he quietly got up, touched his blind stick, ran to the rest chair in the corridor and sat down.

The nurse on duty saw him and hurried forward to ask what's the matter. He shook his head, and the little nurse whispered to him: "If you want to sit, you can sit for a while. You are still too weak now, so you need to rest more."

He nodded, "Just stay for a while."

It was late at night but it was not quiet. There was a coughing sound coming from an unknown ward, and different snoring sounds sounded after a while, as well as occasional whispers from a few people. It was like a serenade when mixed together.

Shen Yan was listening vigorously, when suddenly a man called hurriedly from the room not far to his left, "Nurse, nurse, bed 27, bed 27, call the doctor quickly." Immediately afterwards, there were chaotic footsteps all around.

There was a "thud" in his heart, but Shen Yan immediately put away his blind stick, and stayed where he was, not daring to move. He couldn't see it. If he went to the ward recklessly now, he would bump into the doctors and nurses who were being rescued, and he would be hit. It doesn't matter if you die, but it's bad if you delay saving people.

I don't know how long it took, maybe ten minutes, or maybe a little longer, when Shen Yan heard bursts of crying, and not long after that, people's voices became noisy one after another.

"Why are you still sitting here, go back quickly." The voice of Brother Li, the nurse, came from next to my ear.

"Well, the 27 beds?"

"He's gone. He's not yet 40 years old. It's a pity. It's a pity that I haven't found out what's wrong with it."

"Oh." Shen Yan responded flatly, and then slowly followed the nurse back to the ward.

In fact, regarding what happened just now, Shen Yan was not as calm as he seemed on the surface. He himself had struggled on the edge of life and death several times, and now he "watched" someone else's death as a bystander, and he didn't feel a little touched in his heart.

What is the meaning of life?What is the meaning of living by oneself?

For a long time, even though Shen Yan seemed to be indifferent, and seemed to be complaining and disappointed towards his parents, he still had some hope in his heart, hoping that one day, one of them, even inadvertently, would be able to look back at him That's fine, but in fact, they weren't even willing to give him false, pitiful looks, and what greeted him was a stronger blow each time.

This made Shen Yan feel that his so-called persistence, his expectation of family and affection, was like a joke, and only he himself was deceived in the end, while for his parents, it seemed that they didn't have him as a son at all, or that They never wanted to have him as a son, so what's the difference between being alive and dead?Shen Yan even thought that it would be good for him to die, only after his death could his parents really completely forget the mistakes they made.

Although, Shen Yan had committed suicide before, but he didn't want to die now, because he was not reconciled, so even if it was just passing by, he wanted to go down with his own feet, instead of just living in the midst of other people's regrets.

That being the case, should I really make a break with them?

On this night, Shen Yan seriously thought about this question for the first time.

The next morning, everything was as usual, Shen Yan had just put on the morning bottle when the phone rang, it was Shen Congshan calling.

"I heard that you can be discharged from the hospital at the age of thirty?" Shen Yan guessed that the nurse told Shen Congshan.

"Ah."

"I'm going to board the plane soon. I'm not at home after you leave the hospital. Let the nurse Xiao Li continue to take care of you for a few days during the Chinese New Year."

"No, I can."

"Then it's up to you, you don't have to worry about leaving the hospital, I'll do it after I return to China." Shen Han's voice came from the other end of the phone, "Dad, hurry up, don't call."

"Is there anything else?" Shen Yan asked one more time.

"No more, I'll talk about the rest when I come back."

"Okay, good wind."

After hanging up the phone, Shen Yan didn't think too much about it. He already knew that it was impossible for Shen Congshan to give up spending the New Year with Zhang Chunping's mother and son because of him.

However, another call more than an hour later surprised him a bit, because the call was from his mother Liu Ru, and the last call between them was a long time ago.

"mom……"

"Shen Yan, I heard that you played with your father a few days ago, is it true?"

Shen Yan's "Mom" yelled with mixed feelings, but he didn't expect that his mother's first question was actually this.

"Mom, no, I..."

"As for me, I didn't have any other intention to call you. I just wanted to tell you that you are doing well. You are worthy of being Shen Congshan's son. I am very relieved to follow him 100% because of his back-and-forth, hehe."

"How does it feel to be betrayed by your father? Shen Yan, talk, talk."

On the phone, Liu Ru's voice sounded a little hysterical and harsh, Shen Yan's hand holding the phone trembled slightly, he bit his lower lip tightly, and did not make a sound.

"Why, can't you tell? Shen Yan, good son, you have to be prepared, I'm still waiting to see the ultimate battle between you father and son, don't let me down."

After saying this, the phone was hung up immediately after a "snap".

There was no concern or greeting in Liu Ru's phone call, only endless hatred and resentment, those words were like a sharp sword, piercing into Shen Yan's heart, making him dripping with blood.

Since when did things become like this?

Shen Yan remembered an incident when he was six or seven years old. That winter, his father didn't come home for a few consecutive days for the first time, but his mother let him take a bath in cold water. After returning home, his mother held him and cried several times afterwards, asking him to forgive her. She had to use this method as a last resort.

But it seems that from then on, his parents quarreled more and more frequently, and his mother became more and more strict with him. Whether it was studying or practicing the piano, if there was a slight mistake, his body would be pinched and bruised, but every time he finished playing He, his mother will cry and say sorry again.

At that time, he was still young, he was shameless about his father's behavior of looking for women outside, and he felt sorry for his mother, so every time his parents quarreled, he would stand by his mother. Father's tool.

Up to now, Shen Yan is still not ashamed of his father's behavior, but he is extremely disappointed with his mother. These two phone calls made Shen Yan realize that his parents really treat him like a poor man. Shen Yan asked himself, could it be that in their hearts, I really have to Is it that unbearable?

Until near noon, when Xiao Fang and Du Zichen entered the ward, Shen Yan's face was still blank, he was so dazed that he didn't know what he was thinking, and he didn't even hear them enter the door.

"Ayan, what's wrong with you?" Du Zichen asked first.

"Ah, you're here, it's okay, just stay for a while." Shen Yan came back to his senses, and never mentioned the phone call.

Xiao Fang and Xiao Fang looked at each other, then looked up at the nurse. The nurse silently put his hand next to his ear to answer the phone, and then made a gesture of "2". Act like you don't know anything.

Xiao Fang also understood the gestures, but he couldn't think of anyone other than Shen Congshan who could call Shen Yan. It's no wonder that he didn't expect it to be Shen Yan's mother. The sense of presence in life is too low.

Xiao Fang still brought lunch for Shen Yan, he put down the things in his hands, reached out and touched Shen Yan's head and asked, "Shen Yan, how do you feel today?"

"Ah, you're here too." Shen Yan only realized Xiao Fang's presence at this moment, "It's pretty good, much better than before, I even took two steps down the ground last night."

"Really? That's good. Be careful not to get tired." Xiao Fang didn't ask him about his daze, and his tone remained the same.

A few people chatted casually for a while, and after Shen Yan had lunch, Xiao Fang went back to the store first. The Spring Festival was approaching, and there were many people and things. The second young master was really not good, and Du Zichen's internship was settled, and it was the end of the year, so he was alone, so he naturally stayed with Shen Yan in the hospital.

The author has something to say: Sorry, I have something to do these days, and the update is relatively late. . .