Never Meeting Again In Our Next Life

When Xia Lin was brought back to Xia's house, it really alarmed many people inside and outside Xia's house.

Over time, there was an endless stream of people who came to visit the doctor. They had various thoughts, various purposes, false feelings or false intentions. Xia Lin had no intention of dealing with them, and Zhou Shuo turned them away.

Apart from Zhou Shuo, the only one who can enter Xia Lin's bedroom is Xia Liang, the head of the Xia family.

This morning, Xia Lin swallowed half a bowl of gruel with difficulty, and saw Xia Liang sitting on the edge of the bed looking at him with a straight face.

The indoor light is still bright, but Xia Lin can no longer see clearly, the tumor is oppressing his optic nerve, making Xia Liang's figure into a blurred outline.

"Brother," he stretched out his hand weakly, "don't be angry, okay?"

Xia Liang held his hand helplessly: "Why did the Xia family give birth to such a cool person like you, our names really should be changed."

Xia Lin knew that he was angry at him for concealing his illness, so he said softly, "I'm back now, haven't I?"

"Do you think that's all I'm talking about?" Xia Liang said, "Since I was young, I, as a brother, have treated you well. Back then, Dad wanted to drive you out of the house."

I couldn't stop it because I didn't have enough weight in the Xia family. Later, when my father died of illness, I wanted to find you back as soon as I inherited the family business, but you would rather suffer and suffer with that bastard Song Yan than return to this place. Home.Now that you are so sick, you still want to hide it from me, do you really have the heart? "

Xia Lin smiled and defended: "Brother, you can't wrong me like this. If I didn't care, I wouldn't be in a hurry to transfer all the shares to you..."

"You think I'm rare for the shares in your hand?" Xia Liang unconsciously raised her voice, "If you can live well, I would rather never have those shares."

"Brother..." Xia Lin shook Xia Liang's hand with a hint of coquettishness.

Xia Liang took a deep breath and changed the subject: "The hospital has contacted you for you. If you can't cure it in China, we will go abroad..."

"Brother, I don't want to make trouble anymore." Xia Lin knew that Xia Liang would not give up, "I knew about the risks of the surgery early on, and it was precisely because I knew that that I chose to give up. I just want to live through the rest in peace. In those days, I would lie on the cold operating table without thinking of death.”

Xia Liang wanted to persuade him again, but Zhou Shuo walked in and said, "Eldest young master, the young master of the Song family is here."

The young master of the Song family he was talking about naturally refers to Song Yan.

Xia Liang asked Xia Lin: "Have you seen?"

Xia Lin shook his head.

Zhou Shuo said again: "He said that if the second young master doesn't see him, he will wait outside the door until the second young master lets go."

Xia Lin smiled wryly, what was wrong with Song Yan, that he actually resorted to all the rogue tricks he used to pursue Yu Luotong earlier—should he be flattered? "

"Let's see each other." Xia Liang became a peacemaker for the first time.

Xia Lin didn't speak any more.

Xia Liang got up, winked at Zhou Shuo, and the two walked out the door one after the other.

Song Yan was standing in the hall downstairs, the stubble on his face hadn't been shaved for a few days, and he looked very decadent.

Xia Liang went downstairs and said to Song Yan, "Go up."

Song Yan was overjoyed, and was about to take a step, Xia Liang grabbed him again, and said in a low voice: "Xiao Lin hardly has any thoughts of survival now, I allow you to see him, and I hope you can inspire him. Survival instinct, so you'd better act satisfactorily."

"I will." Song Yan nodded and strode upstairs.

Xia Lin's vision degraded so quickly that when Song Yan opened the door and came in, he could only vaguely see a black outline.

But he knew that it was Song Yan, a figure he was all too familiar with.

"Xia Lin." Song Yan sat down beside the bed and held Xia Lin's hand.

Xia Lin subconsciously withdrew her hand.

Only then did Song Yan realize that Xia Lin was still receiving fluids on the back of his hand. He had lost weight in just a few days, and his face was as pale as paper. He was no longer the Xia Lin he was familiar with.

Xia Lin didn't speak, his eyes were distracted, he seemed to be looking at him, but also seemed not to be looking at him.

Song Yan was very unaccustomed to Xia Lin like this, and didn't know how to speak for a while, so he thought for a while before saying: "Xia Lin, I know you are angry with me, but

Don't make trouble with your body, Brother Liang said you refused to cooperate with the treatment.I promise you, as long as you are cured, I will take you to Holland, or France, where we can register for marriage and be a lifelong partner, okay? "

Xia Lin's eyes finally focused: "Married?"

"Yes," Song Yan said eagerly, "I heard that the Netherlands allows adoption of children. Do you like boys or girls? How about we both, one with your surname and one with mine."

Xia Lin's gaze gradually turned cold as he watched him, but his voice was very weak: "Song Yan."

"I'm here." Song Yan bowed down.Get closer.

"Ten years ago when you confessed your love to Yu Luotong, you said the same thing, literally... verbatim."

Song Yan froze suddenly.

There was a hint of mockery in Xia Lin's tone: "Perhaps it's been too long and you don't remember it anymore, but I, who was with you at that time to encourage you, still remember it clearly."

"Song Yan, in your heart, I will always be Yu Luotong's substitute, right?"