Before she could share her joy with him, Song Yan's heart sank.

"I want to talk to you about something." Song Qiao said, his face was extremely ugly.

...

The meaning of eyes to Song Yan is extraordinary, so at the moment of regaining his sight, he was so grateful to the donor that he didn't even know how to thank him, provided that he didn't know that the cornea belonged to his sister.

Song Yaya died of a malignant arrhythmia, very suddenly, suddenly, and she didn't even have time to say goodbye.

Song Qiao made a decision for her within half an hour after she left - donate her cornea. One of them is that Song Yan is the designated beneficiary.

But Song Qiao knew Song Yan's character well, and he knew that if Song Yan had to undergo surgery immediately after Song Yaya left, Song Yan would definitely refuse.

So he chose to hide Song Yan and bear all the pain himself. Wait until Song Yan regains his sight before telling him.

And now...

He handed an mp3 to Song Yan, trying to make his voice sound calm and not so uncomfortable: "This is what you gave to Ya Ya before, she was happy every time she heard her mother's voice, and later she gave it to Ya Ya. You recorded some words, and now...it's time for you."

Song Yan took it over and plugged in the earphones. There were only three recording files in it.

Arranged in chronological order, from far to near.

He knew that the top one was his adoptive mother's recording.

So he didn't go to order, he directly ordered the nearest one. The time shows two weeks ago.

At this time, the sunlight outside was just right, and the setting sun hit his chest directly through the glass, forming a mottled spot. Then, he heard a rustling movement in the earphones, and then he heard Song Yaya's voice.

Her voice was weak and weak: "Brother, how are you?"

Song Yan's heart trembled.

"I've been listening to my mother's voice these days. It's very gentle. I like it better. My father said that my mother passed away because of the same illness as me."

The sun was shining brightly, and Song Yan suddenly remembered that the day Tao Xin left was also a sunny summer.

"Dad asked me if I'm afraid, but I'm not afraid at all. I just..." The sound suddenly stopped in the earphone, and it sounded again after a few seconds, "I just can't bear... I can't bear to bear my father, bear Xiaoying, bear you."

Turning the volume down, Song Yan wiped his face and walked to the window.

"And I'm also afraid that if I go to the sky, my mother won't recognize me, and I won't recognize her. I'm afraid of being alone, afraid of being alone."

He closed his eyes in pain, raised his head, and tried his best to hold back the sourness in his eyes.

The voice in the earphone continued, Song Yaya's voice still came, like a knife, like a sword, stabbed into his heart: "So if I leave, brother, you must see me more, and When I talk, I miss me like I miss Brother Meng Cheng, don't forget me."

"Brother, you have to be happy."

The recording came to an abrupt end here, not knowing what Song Yaya was thinking when recording, Song Yan did not hear any choking or sobbing. As if she was talking about other people's affairs, she was very calm.

Calmly so that others don't realize, she may be explaining the future.

Song Yaya, the word bud is taken from the meaning of burying a seed and then breaking the ground into a bud, which means to grow vigorously, but she did not bloom in the end.

The sun shone on Song Yan's face, his eyes were very pale, and he just stared out the window.

He seemed expressionless, as if he didn't care, but Song Qiao was standing beside him, Song Qiao could feel his lightly trembling body under his thin clothes, and his fist clenched desperately on his side.

The room was dead silent, and no one spoke for a long time.

After a long time, Song Yan lowered her head with red eyes and glanced at the time of the third recording file.

It's this winter, January.

He was stunned for a moment, unable to remember what happened during that time. Song Yan clicked to listen—

The whistling wind swept past my ears, making people chill through the recording, and then a clear and unassuming male voice sounded.

He heard Yan Zhuo say—

"Song Yan, you have to be happy every day."

Song Yan was discharged from the hospital a week later.

He went to Song Yaya's cemetery first, and by coincidence, Song Yaya and Meng Cheng were in the same cemetery, one in the east and one in the west. There is a hill in the middle, which can be reached very quickly.

Song Qiao said, "I chose it, so Ya Ya won't be too lonely," he deliberately said lightly: "In this way, she can also visit Meng Cheng often. Meng Cheng has such a good relationship with you, and he will definitely be in the sky. Take care of our family Ya Ya."

Song Qiao only came to Song Yaya when she was in her 40s. She was a child of old age. He had spoiled her for nearly thirteen years. Even if he had made psychological preparations very early, how could he have divorced her so easily? to let go.

I'm afraid can never let go.

Song Yan knew very well that he was pretending to be strong.

Song Yan felt uncomfortable, his Adam's apple moved, and then he slowly comforted: "Yes, Ya Ya won't be alone. When we see them again in a hundred years, they will still be younger and better-looking than us."

This sentence really didn't look like it came out of Song Yan's mouth. Song Qiao stared at him for a long while and pulled the corner of his mouth with a smile: "Everyone has their own fate."

"You have to live each day well," he said. "That's the biggest consolation to them."

Song Yan didn't know why he suddenly said this, and looked at him strangely.

Song Qiao added: "Especially the character, don't be so awkward, don't hide and tuck whoever you like."

"Yan Zhuo..." He considered the language, "I haven't seen him for a long time, and he didn't come after your surgery, did you..."

Song Yan asked himself that he had never been a worry-free child. From childhood to adulthood, Song Qiao had been heartbroken because of his various worries. Now, Song Yaya has just left, but he still has to support his sadness and worry about his emotional problems...

Song Yan didn't know how guilty he was, but he took Song Qiao's words and said frankly, "We quarreled."