Facing scumbags, I choose BE

The next day.

Jing Huan opened his eyes, and when Chu Qing left just now, he kissed him lightly on the forehead, and said to him with a smile: Wait for him tonight.

Jing Huan also smiled at him, but didn't speak.

After Chu Qing left completely, he got up quickly.

His body is getting worse and worse. Even though he had a peaceful life last night, he still felt discomfort from his body from time to time.

Now not only is his chest starting to ache, but even the arms next to him are starting to swell, but he is covering it up with his clothes, so he can't tell it apart from himself.

After boiling the water and taking the medicine.

He put on a coat and went out.

inside the hospital.

Jing Huan looked at Lin Yiran: "Doctor Lin, has my condition spread?"

He knew that the arms were just the beginning, and if he guessed right, the rest of his body probably wouldn't be much better in the future.

This is the death knell for him to knock on the wall again.

Lin Yiran explained to him: "Chemotherapy."

He was almost pleading.

Jing Huan's face is thinner than before, and his overall improvement is getting worse.

He was afraid that if this continued, Jing Huan would not be able to hold on until he found a good doctor.

"Where's your boyfriend? Didn't you tell him?" Lin Yiran suddenly said.

Jing Huan was startled, then smiled awkwardly.

Did Lin Yiran see it?

Also, last time, he stood so close to Chu Qing in the shopping mall, so everyone could think of something.

Jing Huan paused for two seconds, and the corner of his mouth was bitter: "He, I didn't tell him."

"You won't tell him about such a big matter?" Lin Yiran couldn't help raising his voice.

Then he looked at Jing Huan again, and suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

"You..." The words didn't make it clear, but I just felt that there was a problem here.

Jing Huan said: "It's nothing, I don't want him to worry."

Then he said: "My medicine is almost finished, please prescribe me a new one this time."

"Chemotherapy, Jing Huan." Lin Yiran did not agree to prescribe medicine.

He has begun to spread now, and without chemotherapy, accidents may occur at any time.

Could it be that he doesn't care about his body that much?

Whoever has cancer is not eager to live for two more days, but the young man in front of him seems to be looking forward to taking a step forward.

Lin Yiran felt a little sad in his heart.

"Is it because of him?" Very sensitive, he asked one more question.

After asking, I also know that I seem to care too much, but I still can't help but want to know more

Jing Huan looked at him for a while, and finally said, "Then start chemotherapy next week."

Jing Huan smiled and did not return to his question.

Then get up.

Lin Yiran's eyes dimmed slightly, but he didn't stop him from leaving.

When he reached the door, Jing Huan stopped again and turned to him with a smile: "Thank you."

Lin Yiran actually felt pain in his heart.

This man, his intuition told him that his life was not happy.

But, what right do I have to speculate too much on others?

There is nothing between him and him.

When Jing Huan left, Lin Yiran suddenly felt depressed.

Jing Huan agreed to do chemotherapy, which is a good thing, but he is not sure how much he can cure him.

He picked up the phone again: "Hello? When are you going to arrive?"

He used his family background to find some powerful doctors abroad, and contacted them to come and see this special case.

I hope Jing Huan can be of some help.

Then, he went on to broadcast another call: "Xiao Zhao, help me check someone."

......

out the door of the hospital.

Jing Huan looked at the fireworks on both sides of the road along the side road.

Passing by an old man, he had a smile on his face and his eyes were full of joy. This must be some kind of happy encounter.

On the opposite side of the street, an old man is playing football with a little boy by his arm. The grandparents and grandchildren are smiling. There is also a big fortune bag shop not far away. The entrance is crowded with people, and a young woman quarreled with a man. , do not know why.

Jing Huan looked at it and smiled. The world is full of various forms, rich and wonderful. I used to watch it every day, but I never thought that this ordinary day with flowing water would be so warm and bright.

His eyes are not on those two quarreling people, now they have the strength to fight over a little thing here, and when, like him, their lives are about to come to an end, they will find that they spend their time on things that make them happy It's worth more than anything else.

To quarrel and quarrel over some trivial matter, which is a manifestation of stupidity.

Walked two streets.

Jing Huan saw a shop selling musical instruments in front of him.

He walked in, and the decoration inside was very elegant and artistic.

This is a music training center.

Jing Huan looked at the musical instruments in the room. A white floor-standing grand piano was lying in the center of the hall. Behind it were rows of upright pianos in different colors. On the walls were stringed instruments such as zithers, ukuleles, and guitars.

The boss is a young girl. Seeing Jing Huan coming in, she came over to say hello, "Hello, what do you need?"

Jing Huan glanced at it and said, "Is there a pipa?"

Jing Huan actually likes music.

If it wasn't for meeting Chu Qing, he felt that it would be possible for him to engage in music now.

When he was young, his mother Lin Huafeng had an old pipa, and when she was free, she would sit there holding the pipa and play a piece leisurely.

Jing Huan has had a soft spot for this instrument since she was a child.

He likes to listen to his mother sitting by the door and playing a little bridge and flowing water quietly without thinking about anything.

More than 20 years have passed in a flash, and everything has changed.

The pipa in their family disappeared as early as Lin Huafeng's death, and the melody of the melody in Xianza's mind still stopped more than ten years ago, when he was young.

He picked out a mahogany lute and negotiated the price.

The corners of his mouth were raised, and his heart couldn't stop jumping with joy.

Why didn't you think about learning it before?

Now, life is coming to an end, only to find that there seems to be a lot of things that I wanted to do before, but I haven't had time to do them.

He went to the park he went to last time.

It is really a good place for him now, with few people and quiet and cool.

He really likes this place in his current state of mind.

When I found the bench I made before, it was still empty and seemed to be waiting for his arrival.

He took the lute out of the black bag.

The brand-new pipa is ironed with bright water paint, reflecting the light under the light.

He gently fluctuated a string, tossing and turning melodiously, lasting for several seconds.

This is the case when the pipa is played, a string is pressed and played, and it seems that what flows out is not the syllable but the deepest thought in the heart.

I hope I can play a complete song before I die.

He thought about it, and for the rest of the day, he wanted to live as happily as possible.

The days with Chu Qing are gone and will never return, since they are destined to stay in the past, he will not include him into his world in the days to come.

Be it Qian Yu or anyone else, it has nothing to do with him.

Chu Qing can find whoever he likes, even if he comes back full of lies, he doesn't have to care about it and feel hurt.

Wouldn't it be nice if he saw through this fragile relationship earlier?

Perhaps, it will not develop into what it is today.

There are still more than 30 yuan in Kari, and if it is used to treat diseases, it will not last long.

It's better to use it to do something you like, and let yourself leave with less regret.

Jing Huan put the bank card away again, it was all his belongings.

30 million.

Not even the fur of a mistress, thinking of Qian Yu's proud face that day: "I'll give you 20, leave Brother Qing."

If he is so rich and full of aura, he dare not say that in front of others.

Jing Huan shook his head, no longer thinking about what happened that day.

Everything has passed, let them slowly annihilate in the depths of memory.

From now on, just think about yourself.

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