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Chapter 153 Life (two chapters in one)

Thanks to Lao Zhang's son Xiao Zhang and Shi Yezi for their rewards!

"She insisted on saying goodbye to you and saying thank you." Looking at Huang Jia who was pulling Han Yi's clothes, the nurse said.

Han Yi squatted and turned around, looking into the eyes of little Jiajia. At this time, although little Jiajia still had a bright smile on her face, she couldn't hide the tiredness on her face.

It can be seen that although she had a good time just now, her physical strength couldn't hold on anymore, and her fragile body made everything so difficult.

Xiao Jiajia is a little girl who had a good chat with Han Yi just now, and the two became good friends. Jiajia is her nickname. Like Xiao Hai, Xiao Jiajia is also a cancer patient, terminally ill.

Seeing the smile on little Jiajia's face, Han Yi was about to say something, when for some reason, little Jiajia, who was sitting in a wheelchair, coughed.

The weak body caused everyone to panic, and the nurse standing behind also quickly squatted down to check, but Xiao Jiajia shook her head and said softly, "I'm fine."

Xiao Jiajia looked at the worries on the faces of Han Yi, the nurse and everyone, with a weak smile on the corner of her mouth, quietly stared into Han Yi's eyes, and then said softly, "Sorry, my body is always bad, Let mom worry, and let everyone worry."

The child is so sensitive that he can even capture the subtle expressions on everyone's faces. Han Yi said with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "I think your smile is the best healing agent in the world. I feel extremely happy now. I think your mother must have been the same."

Han Yi's words made little Jiajia lower her head shyly.

Han Yi knelt on the ground, supported the armrests of the wheelchair with both hands, and pressed a kiss lightly on her thin and pale cheek. The light touch was like a dandelion after it stayed on the cheek for a while. Just like the wind blows away.

Before Han Yi left, little Jiajia whispered in Han Yi's ear, "Big brother, am I going to die?"

These words made Han Yi's body stiff immediately, and he stepped back a little with difficulty, looking at Xiao Jiajia's thin face, wondering if he had heard it wrong, and subconsciously made a questioning voice, "ah ?”

Xiao Jiajia looked into Han Yi's eyes quietly, and Xiao Jiajia's originally bright eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist, "Am I going to die?"

The wind blows gently at noon, and the windmill painted with seven colors on little Jiajia's wheelchair is turning gently. This is a rainbow-colored windmill specially drawn by Han Yi for her. Jiajia said that she likes rainbows very much. .

But Han Yi didn't know how to answer this question, and everyone fell silent. Bady and Wang Likun even lowered their heads, their shoulders shrugged uncontrollably.

Han Yi looked at the little Jiajia in front of him, he was speechless for a while, his head was full of thoughts and he couldn't say a word. He never knew that he would be overwhelmed by a child's question. At this time, even if Han Yi searched In my whole mind, I couldn't find a suitable answer to respond to Xiao Jiajia.

Han Yi lowered his head, avoiding little Jiajia's sight in a panic, and tried to open his mouth to make a sound, but found that he didn't know how to explain "what is death" to the five-year-old girl in front of him.

The people standing behind Han Yi were also silent. Although they had encountered scenes of parting from life and death in their acting careers, they suddenly felt at this moment how pale and stupid their acting skills were at that time.

"Jiajia, do you know what death is?" Han Yi straightened his back slowly, mustered up the courage to look at the little girl's black eyes, which were like black pearls with helplessness And dazed, Han Yi's line of defense was easily defeated.

Little Jiajia nodded, wriggling her lips and said, "It's because I will never see my mother again, and I will never be able to play with other friends. But...but I don't want to be like this..."

Little Jiajia lowered her head listlessly, and muttered sadly, "I don't want to be separated from my mother, and I don't want to be separated from my other friends..."

All the words were stuck in his throat, and Han Yi turned his head back in a panic. At this moment, he wished that his head could rotate 180 degrees.

He didn't want little Jiajia to see the embarrassment in his eyes, he should be strong, he should encourage little Jiajia, he should give little Jiajia hope, but he found...every word is so difficult.

Time seemed to have stopped, and no one knew how to answer this question.

Han Yi felt someone approaching him, and then squatted down. When he turned his head, he saw Jessica's sad and haggard face. Jessica gently held little Jiajia's curled up right hand:

"Jiajia, do you know that your mother and friends definitely don't want you to leave, and they don't want to be separated from you, you are so beautiful, no one is willing to part with you. So, you will not be separated from your mother, if Without you, my mother will be very miserable..."

Jessica's gentle but urgent words made little Jiajia's tears fall one by one and landed on the back of Han Yi's hand. The scalding temperature almost burned his skin, but he just Can freeze in place.

"Is that really the case? But why did Xiaohai leave? Is Xiaohai dead? Is he dead?" Xiao Jiajia asked with tears streaming down her face, and those weak and immature words made everyone The adults were all speechless.

Han Yi wiped away the tears that fell down his cheeks in embarrassment, but the tears couldn't stop, falling one after another.Even if he knows that he and little Jiajia are just strangers, he is just a passer-by in little Jiajia's life, a volunteer with a code name, after that, he will disappear in little Jiajia's life, and But little Jiajia is constantly struggling on the verge of death.

But it was this fact that hurt Han Yi even more. It turned out that his hard work and persistence were nothing more than sympathy from Xiao Jiajia's point of view.

For him, it was just a simple morning, but for little Jiajia, it was one of the few moments worth remembering in his short life. From then on, the two of them were strangers who had nothing to do with each other.

Such indifference, such coldness, and such cruelty made Han Yi powerless to fight back.

The nurse standing next to the wheelchair was also a little at a loss. She opened her mouth to persuade little Jiajia, but the words got stuck in her throat, her face was incomprehensible, but she turned her head after all.

Jessica looked at little Jiajia in front of her, she couldn't cry, but she still tried her best to show a bright smile, "Jiajia, do you know? Xiaohai is going to meet God, and he will live a happy life in heaven. There, there are also many friends playing with him."

Little Jiajia froze in place, gradually calmed down, and then tried her best to touch the colorful windmill with her left hand, but her hand didn't have much strength, and finally slipped down and landed powerlessly on the back of Han Yi's hand. The buoyant bone is almost like a feather.

Han Yi wiped the tears from his cheeks in a panic, and smiled hard, but the mist in his eyes blurred his vision. Han Yi took down the windmill and put it in Xiao Jiajia's hands.Gently holding little Jiajia's left hand, wanting to use force, but worried that he would accidentally break this glassy little hand, so he could only do his best to warm little Jiajia with the temperature of his palm.

"Big brother..." Xiao Jiajia's weak voice rang out in a low voice, with a smile on her lips, and her black eyes were covered with thin mist, looking at Han Yi's face full of hope.

"You said, does God like obedient children the most? Xiao Hai is a obedient child. He always takes medicine obediently, and talks to me when I am sad, and he won't cry even when he is given an injection. Instead, he comforted his mother. Does God like Xiao Hai the most? "

God.

For the first time, Han Yi truly felt the power of religion. It was not only a belief, but also a sustenance and a reliance. If God can really give these fragile lives enough strength to persevere, Han Yi is also willing to believe that there is Jesus. the presence of Christ.

"Of course," Han Yi had a bright smile on the corner of his mouth, but the tears couldn't be stopped. He smiled foolishly like a fool, "God likes a cute and well-behaved girl like Jiajia the most." child."

"But I'm not good, I'm not good at all." The tears in Xiao Jiajia's eyes fell like broken pearls.

"Big brother, I'm really a bad boy. Today I got an injection and cried. My disobedience made my mother sad, and the nurse was also sad. I'm a very bad, very bad child. So, God, can you not take me?" Shall I go? Can't he let me stay?"

Little Jiajia's words caused everyone to completely collapse. Jessica and bady even buried their cheeks in their hands, and tears fell on the ground through their fingers, leaving a large water stain.

The nurse who had long been used to life and death stood aside, and couldn't bear to look away, breathing heavily, trying to calm herself down.

Looking at the despair and sadness in little Jiajia's eyes, Han Yi couldn't help clenching the fist of his left hand, and then clenched again; holding Jiajia's little hand, his right hand patted the back of little Jiajia's hand lightly, Knowing how to comfort him, he already felt that he was the most failed author in the world.

At this time, Peng Yuyan squatted in front of little Jiajia, "Jiajia, do you know? I used to think that my life had come to an end, all my opportunities were over, and I almost gave up. But I didn't, I Grit your teeth and persevere."

"Will that be painful?" Xiao Jiajia asked sobbingly, her watery eyes widening.

"Yes, it was very painful. It was so painful that I couldn't help crying." Peng Yuyan's words made little Jiajia chuckle, and this powerful police uncle would also cry.

But that smile was so weak that everyone couldn't bear to cry anymore, Peng Yuyan could only pull out an ugly smile:

"But I persisted and waited until the opportunity came again, and then I went all the way towards my dream. Jiajia, do you have a dream?"

Little Jiajia lowered her head and thought for a while, then lightly touched the rainbow windmill in her hand, "I want to be a pilot."

"Pilot, this is a great dream." The smile on the corner of Peng Yuyan's mouth completely bloomed. Although the tears were still rolling down his cheeks, the hope in those eyes bloomed from the bottom of his heart. "So, you should work hard towards your dream, do your best to fight hard, and let yourself get closer to your dream, and then get closer..."

"But what if I fail?" Xiao Jiajia asked earnestly. Although tears still glistened in her eyes, the tears never fell down again.

"Then enjoy the process of getting close." Han Yi gently squeezed little Jiajia's little hand and said, "But Jiajia is really good, becoming a pilot? This is much better than me. So, I believe Jiajia will definitely It can be done, what do you think?"

Little Jiajia showed a shy smile on her tear-stained face, shallow but with infinite warmth.But this smile made everyone extremely sad.

Han Yi knows, he has always known that there are too many people in this world who need help, not to mention standing in the perspective of a saint to illuminate the world, there are countless people around him waiting for help hands.

People who have suffered from natural disasters and are waiting for their families to rebuild, people who have suffered from famine and drought and have no food to eat, people who have suffered from diseases and are powerless... just like the thin but strong souls in front of them.

The oldest of these children is only 14 years old, and the youngest is only three years old. Their lives can't be counted as the beginning at all, but they stumbled at the starting line.

No matter how magnificent the family background and the huge network background, they are also helpless in the face of the disease, not to mention that there are still many poor families who are even struggling to maintain the most basic life of their children.

For Han Yi, it may be a small effort or a check, but it can help ten or twenty families; it can also help promote disease research and drug development, which can even help thousands of families.

Han Yi clearly knows that although his current achievements and net worth are due to his own hard work, they still come from these ordinary people in the final analysis, so he needs to use practical actions to pay back.

Charity, even if it is for show, even for peace of mind, it requires the accumulation of every force, because one after another seemingly small forces gather to change the world.

And with great power comes great responsibility.Han Yi didn't really feel the weight of this burden until today.

Watching the back of the nurse pushing Xiao Jiajia away, Han Yi just stood there, motionless.

Suddenly, the colorful windmill protruded from the left side of the wheelchair. With the pace of the nurse pushing the wheelchair forward, the windmill began to blow slowly, from slow to fast, just like this, turning gently, and the colorful colors changed. Into a blurred ribbon, bathed in sunlight it looks like a true rainbow.

(End of this chapter)