Welcome to the world of strange dreams

Fu Minghui suddenly remembered what her father said before he died: Disease is something you must take seriously and actively treat.

But, you can't take it too seriously. Otherwise, the more you think about it, the more it will become a bigger problem.

When I said this to Leng Jing, Leng Jing shook his head indifferently, "You don't have to comfort me, I'm not afraid of death."

After a pause, he continued, "You can't say that. Fear of death is the primitive fear of human beings. To be honest, when I got the test report today and the doctor told me the result, I thought I wouldn't be afraid, but I turned out to be very scared."

She took a deep breath. "But after a day of digestion, I can now face it calmly. Especially, when you were leaving, I saw a family of three passing by the river."

As she spoke, she looked toward the window.

Fu Minghui chose a seat facing the street where he could see the street view.

The restaurant is in a great location, facing the river and across a wide pedestrian street. Because of the city planning, there cannot be any buildings along the river, and there must be a street to separate it.

But they were sitting on the second floor, and through the large floor-to-ceiling glass windows, they could enjoy the beautiful river view and the pedestrians on the pedestrian street.

"Young parents, lovely children, they look so happy." Leng Jing continued, "In fact, the family that picked trouble today, the vulgar family, also gave me a hint. No matter how trashy or filthy they are, they need and love each other."

"But for a person without any attachments, what else is there to be nostalgic about in this world, except the fear of biological instinct? So, what does death mean to me? Maybe it is a relief, or maybe it is a reunion with my family."

"You can't think like that!" Fu Minghui objected fiercely. He held Leng Leng's thin hand across the table. "Believe me, I understand how you feel. I understand this feeling better than anyone else. I'm not agreeing with you, but I really can empathize with you. After my parents and best friend passed away, I thought the same as you. I felt that no one in this world needed me, and I didn't need anyone, so it's better to end it all."

"But I know my parents want me to live. Even though it's painful, I can't bear to make their souls uneasy. I don't want them to have no descendants to commemorate them, so I grit my teeth and live on."

"But when I really survived, I found that as long as you keep walking on this road of life, you will find that there is definitely what you need, and you will also be needed! Believe me, it is right in front of you! It is right in front of your life. As long as you work hard to move forward, it will definitely not be empty."

"Don't say Sister Leng is still young. Even if you are an octogenarian, even if your life is coming to an end, no one dares to say what is waiting for you ahead! Really, there must be something waiting for you, there must be something!"

What calmness faces is absolute loneliness.

The topic came too suddenly, and the emotions came too suddenly. Fu Minghui seemed to be afraid that he would not be able to listen to these words calmly. He hugged Luo Zhao's arm and put his face on Luo Zhao's shoulder. "If I hadn't tried hard to live and held on a little longer, how could I have met him? Then, I am not destined to be with him, am I also pitiful?"

Luo Zhao didn't say anything, but gave his favorite pat on the head to show his acknowledgement.

Fu Minghui couldn't see it, but the calm person on the other side saw that Luo Zhao's eyes were as gentle as water, which was definitely not something he could fake.

Leng Jing believed that what Fu Minghui said was true. She just didn't believe that she could get good things, and she had long since stopped believing in it.

Under normal circumstances, she would keep these words to herself and would never tell anyone.

But the approaching death, the chance meeting after not seeing each other for many years, the feeling of sympathy with Fu Minghui, and even the anger of being bullied by that family, all made her heart like a volcano, and the dead magma at the bottom suddenly boiled.

Since you are going to die, just let it all out.

"I didn't go looking for death. I promised my sister that I would. I gritted my teeth and lived. It was the disease that wanted to kill me. But everyone I met along the way will be pushed into the ditch by the bad luck in me. Who is waiting for me, waiting to be hurt by me?" Leng Jing snorted softly, and the chill in his heart actually had a deeper place to go.

"Aren't you just going to give up now?"

Fu Minghui stood up, placed his hands on the edge of the table, leaned forward slightly, and stared at Leng Jing without blinking, "Giving up your life is equivalent to ending your life. Then, Sister Leng has broken her promise to her sister."

"no……"

"You should actively seek treatment. If it doesn't work, no matter when the knife falls on your head, it will not be your responsibility! Then, when you see your sister, brother, and grandmother again, you can say to them with a clear conscience: You tried your best, but God didn't allow it. What else could you do? It was obviously God's fault! We are just ordinary people, do we still have to argue with God about responsibility?"

As the conversation progressed, the voices grew louder, and the few people in the restaurant all looked over to them.

"Come, sit down." Luo Zhao gently pulled her.

But today's Fu Minghui also surprised him. No, it was a surprise. No, that's not right either. It should be said that he was astonished.

She has always been passive, unless something ignites her heart.

Then she would become the bravest person in the world.

At this moment, she was ignited.

It was the heartache and sympathy for Leng Jing, the anger at Leng Jing for not fighting back, and the strong desire to help and repay Leng Jing, and perhaps also... Leng Jing's current state of despair reminded her of her past self.

Yeah, she was like that too.

When he thought of this, his heart even tightened.

He was not there when she was most sad and helpless. When they met later, he was always thinking about work and never pulled her out of the quagmire of tragedy.

She always felt that she was useless, but in fact she was very tough at heart. She was the one who crawled out of the lonely and dark night bit by bit.

However, now thinking about her hardship, he felt distressed...

He himself did not know that he had reached out to her many times when she was in pain. In those times of work, he comforted her heart.

He may have forgotten what he said, but she has deeply engraved it in her heart. Just like she cried and said to him: Can you hug me?

Those seemingly casual little things were like the steps he built for her, making it easier for her to climb.

"Surviving is not as easy as you say?" Leng Jing said after being stunned for a moment.

As she spoke, she touched her own face.

I felt itchy, and then I found that my palms were wet. I don't know when I started crying.

She hadn't cried for a long time and thought she had lost that ability.

“Precisely because it’s not easy, isn’t it cool to be able to do it?” Fu Minghui sat down slowly.

After the outburst, she felt very weak. But she didn't want to appear useless, so she wanted to lean on Luo Zhao's arms, but she straightened her back.

When I was reading a book review the other day, You Baozi said, "Believe me, I will give Leng Jing a good ending."

Do you know that I am soft-hearted?

Haha. After all, your breasts are also breasts and need to be protected.