Zhong Liang agreed to Xin Chen, but now, looking at Zhou He's eyes full of sadness, he couldn't bear it.
He let go of Zhou He's clothes and turned around to let the hospital car leave.
"Get out of the way and let them take him away." Zhang Lin walked out of the room with a cold and calm tone.
Zhou He turned back and stared at her: "Do you know what you are talking about?"
Zhang Lin turned to look at him: "I told them to take him away. This is his last wish. Please respect it."
"Fart's last wish, do you know why they took him away? Do research, prepare specimens, soak him with medicine, and cut him with a knife. I don't agree." Zhou He shouted at Zhang Lin almost madly.
"Who are you? Why do you disagree?" Zhang Lin looked at him steadily.
Zhou He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.
"I am her sister and a family member. I agree, you can take her away." Zhang Lin nodded slightly to Zhong Liang: "Sorry to trouble you."
Zhong Liang looked at Zhou He. Zhou He looked at Zhang Lin blankly, his chin trembling and crying: "What the hell did you do when you said you were his sister at this time? He has been looking for you for so long, Have you been looking forward to you for so long?" Zhou He was furious and roared. The fatigue and depression of several days rushed to his forehead.
He felt a flash in front of his eyes and his whole body leaned back. Zhong Liang stepped forward to support him.
Xin Chen's body was taken away. After Zhou He woke up, he was silent for a long time.
Later, he built a tomb for Xin Chen in Houshan Cemetery so that Hanshi could worship during the Qingming Festival.
"You, you are so thoughtful. You said that if I don't build a tomb for you, I won't have a place to send you money in the future? What if you have no money to spend, no food or drink, and are bullied? Anyway, what will you do? You also said that the body is just a shell, so don’t let it go. If your soul wants to come back in the future, come here, you know? There is your tomb here, you are not a lonely ghost, you know?"
Zhou He was burning paper and chattering, while Zhong Liang stood nearby and leaned against a tree to smoke. He came over whenever he had time in the past few days. Zhou He ignored him at all and followed him up the mountain without chasing him away. Don't talk to him either.
"This brat is too angry," Zhong Liang thought to himself as he looked at him muttering.
After a while, Zhang Lin also came. Zhou He glanced at her and said angrily: "This is the tomb I built, you can't come."
Zhong Liang chuckled when he heard this angry tone.
"This is my brother. I'm here to worship him. I don't need anyone's permission." Zhang Lin didn't look at him and just placed the sacrifices.
The three of them were silent for a long time.
Zhang Lin took out Xin Chen's letter and threw it into the brazier.
Xin Huan, my sister, it has been hard these years, right?
Thank you for taking this hard journey to be by your brother's side.
Xiao Huan, you don’t have to belittle yourself. In that difficult world, it’s God’s mercy that you and I are alive.
No matter what kind of family tradition and motto, they are just rules that living people abide by.
When life and death are not guaranteed, none of that matters.
In my heart I only want my sister, nothing else matters.
Little sister, brother is waiting for you to accept yourself calmly. Brother just wants to say, it’s great that you are alive.
Have you lost your jade ring? Brother's is left to you, although you don't need it to prove that you are Xin Huan.
Zhang Lin keeps every word in this letter in her heart and will never forget it.
She picked up the jade ring in her hand and waved it in front of Xin Chen's grave: "Brother, I took it away. I will come to see you again."
Stand up, turn around and slowly go down the mountain.
Zhou He turned to look at Zhang Lin's back with a look of reluctance, then turned to glare at Xin Chen's grave, packed his things, stood up and left.
On the mountain road, Zhou He walked in front, tapping the bushes on the roadside with branches, and Zhong Liang followed him silently.
Suddenly Zhou He stopped, threw away the branch in his hand angrily, and said bitterly: "He actually left something for her. I have taken care of him for so many years, but he left nothing for me."
Zhong Liang put his hands in his coat pockets from behind. Hearing what he said in surprise, he smiled and said, "He kept it for you."
"What?" Zhou He turned around and looked at Zhong Liang doubtfully.
Zhong Liang stepped forward, put his arm around his shoulders and said, "He set you free to live your own life."
Zhou He stared at Zhong Liang for a while, shook his shoulders and shook off his hand, glared at him and walked down the mountain.
Before Zhang Lin left, she went to thank Cheng Xiang for informing her in time so that she would not have any regrets.
"Where are you going?" Cheng Xiang asked.
"Go to Shenzhen City, there are more opportunities there." She looked at Cheng and thought: "If you have a chance, go and have a look. I'll entertain you."
Cheng Xiang smiled slightly: "I will definitely go if I have the chance."
After a while of silence, Zhang Lin said: "Gu Minglang is in Shenzhen City now."
"Really?" Cheng Xiang replied calmly.
"You don't have any nostalgia for him now, do you? He seems to still be obsessed with you." Zhang Lin asked with a smile.
Cheng Xiang smiled disdainfully and said, "Does it have something to do with me? Do you mind? You are not sincere to him, are you?"
"He? We each take what we need and don't interfere with each other." Zhang Lin raised her eyebrows.
"This is appropriate. It seems that his relationship with all women is like this, including his wife." Cheng thought.
Zhang Lin smiled: "Since it has nothing to do with you, just live a good life, Cheng Xiang, I wish you happiness."
"Thanks."
After Xin Chen left, in addition to being grieved, Cheng Xiang seemed to be left with the shadow of gas.
In later generations, she had never used briquettes, and she had only seen carbon monoxide poisoning in chemistry books, but had never experienced it.
Xin Chen and Zhou He were poisoned by gas this time, which cast a shadow on her.
Every day before going to bed, I would smell everywhere in the bedroom for fear of gas.
He even opened the window a big gap, and the cold wind poured in. It was so cold that Qing'er only complained: "Mom, it's too cold, why do you need to open the window? The heat has escaped."
"Be good, be colder, it's better than being poisoned." Cheng Xiang tried to comfort Qing'er by tucking her quilt.
He also ran to Tianxing and Xiaoyang's house and opened their windows, making the two of them tremble with the cold.
But despite her repeated warnings, the two of them did not dare to disobey, so they could only wait until she fell asleep and then secretly close the window.
Zhou Tianlei came home at night and pushed open the bedroom door. What hit him was not the heater, but a gust of cold wind. The two little people hugged each other and huddled under the quilt.
He reached out and touched them. Their cheeks and noses were cold.
He shook his head and closed the window.
"Don't close it, be careful of the gas." Cheng Xiang saw him closing the window and quickly stopped him.
Zhou Tianlei sat beside the bed, covered her face and said, "If you don't close the window, won't it be cold?"
"But I'm afraid there will be gas." Cheng Xiang frowned worriedly.
Zhou Tianlei said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, I've sealed the chimney, so no gas will leak out."
Cheng Xiang was still worried. For several days, Zhou Tianlei came back at night to close the windows, and the room became warm.
There has never been a gas leak, so I gradually felt at ease and stopped fussing.
