Song Yan didn't know how to answer for a while.

His mind was in a mess. Ever since he saw the medical certificate, he had been in a state of confusion. He had never stepped into the Song family for many years. His father knelt down; in order to see Xia Lin, even if Xia Liang sneered at him, he would turn a deaf ear.

At that time, there was only one thought in his mind, that is, to see Xia Lin as soon as possible, and only by seeing Xia Lin, everything that went off the rails will definitely be back on track,

But now, Xia Lin, who has been accommodating him in every possible way, has used such a plain tone to open up the selfishness he thought he had hidden well, leaving him nowhere to hide.

He wanted to refute, but he didn't even think about many things clearly. In Xia Lin's scattered but piercing eyes, he found that no matter what excuse he looked for, he couldn't restore Xia Lin's trust in him.

"Let's go." Xia Lin turned his face away, and gave a light expulsion order, "From now on, I have nothing to do with you, you don't have to feel sorry for me, because... I let it go and I'm free. "

This meeting between Song Yan and Xia Lin ended in failure of Song Ting's persuasion.

After being expelled from the bedroom by Xia Lin, Song Yan did not leave. He still stayed at Xia's house with a cheeky face, even if he slept on the sofa in the living room at night.

Because the persuasion failed, Xia Liang looked at Song Yan as if he were looking at a tool that had lost its value.

The rest of the Xia Mansion was also very indifferent to him. Although they did not open their mouths to expel him, they absolutely did not welcome him to stay.

But Song Yan didn't care. These days, he found that his face suddenly thickened a lot, and he did everything he thought he couldn't do.

He didn't know the meaning of his stubborn stay in the Xia family, but he knew very well that he couldn't leave here, and once he left, he really had nothing.

But that didn't stop Xia Lin's condition from getting worse.

On the evening of the third day after returning to Xia's house, Xia Lin fell into a long slumber and never woke up.

Xia Liang had to send Xia Lin to the intensive care unit of the hospital, and Song Yan was finally able to accompany Xia Lin's bedside again, because everyone was busy preparing for Xia Lin's death, and no one could care about him anymore .

It took only eight hours for Xia Lin to go from a coma to his death.

For Song Yan, these eight hours seemed as long as eight years.

He stayed by Xia Lin's bedside, holding Xia Lin's thin hands, and relived the memories of the two of them from childhood to adulthood.

Many details that he had buried in the depths of his memory suddenly emerged clearly one by one.

It turned out that he and Xia Lin could be regarded as a friendship between Zhuma and Zhuma; it turned out that when the two were still ignorant, Xia Lin confessed to him vaguely; it turned out that long before he knew Yu Luotong, all his life had been It was Xia Lin; it turned out that there were so many important memories, all of which turned into bubbles because of his inadvertence and inattentiveness.

Until Xia Lin was completely breathless, Song Yan still held his hand firmly, no matter how hard the medical staff tried, they couldn't break him apart

In the end, Xia Liang came forward and let Zhou Shuo punch Song Yan hard before waking him up from the daze.

"He's already dead," Xia Liang choked and growled as he grabbed Song Yan's collar, "What's the use of holding on to him now? Can you still accompany him to death!"

Song Yan felt as if he was suddenly hit by five thunderbolts, and let go.

He stared blankly at Xia Lin's body being loaded into the bed cart and disappeared at the end of the corridor leading to the mortuary. Xia Liang's words kept echoing in his mind - can you still accompany him to death?

Why not?

Song Yan's heart was empty and tormented these days, because this sudden sentence suddenly fell into place and found a home.

For the next period of time, Song Yan behaved calmly.

He calmly assisted Xia Liang to preside over Xia Lin's funeral, calmly addressed the memorial service as a widow, calmly held Xia Lin's urn, and finished the last journey of his life.

Then, on the night of Xia Lin's first seven days, Song Yan shaved off his face, put on a brand-new suit, climbed to the top of the twenty-fourth floor, and jumped down with a gesture of embracing the void.

At the moment of falling, his broken eyes stared directly at the dark sky, as if he was praying silently.

If there is an afterlife.

The author has something to say

In this article, both attacking and receiving are reborn, but the time point of receiving rebirth is earlier than that of attacking, emmm

Song Yan: I feel the author's full of malice

Author: hehehe