Seeing this, Yang Feng snorted coldly, turned around and walked out, without killing him.
Hengqing slowly opened his eyes, watching Yang Feng walk away. His long shadow was cast on the ground, looking lonely and sticky.
Everything he just said really appealed to him.
...
At this moment, Yang Feng arrived at the First People's Hospital of Yanjing.
He stood at the door of the morgue, his face calm, his eyes fixed on Xie Xiao's back, looking desolate.
The younger sister, supporting Xie Xiao's arm, said regretfully:
"Xiaoxiao, it'll make you feel better if you cry out loud. Haoyu is gone."
"It's all my fault, it's all my fault."
Xie Xiao sobbed softly, her delicate body trembling slightly, and she kept murmuring to herself.
"This isn't your fault. You can only blame those damned people. Those brutal bastards will definitely be punished by law!"
Yang Lianqing shook her head slightly and offered words of comfort.
Upon hearing this, Yang Feng turned and walked away. Those people had already been punished and should be on their way to the underworld by now.
He walked to a window next to the hospital, his deep eyes gazing at the bustling world outside. He habitually took out a green cigarette case from his pocket, opened it, and found there was only one cigarette inside.
Yang Feng lit a cigarette. His slender, long fingers were even more beautiful than a woman's small hands. He took a shallow puff of the cigarette, held it for a while, and then slowly exhaled, forming a ring that disappeared into the air.
"Sir, please put out your cigarette. Smoking is not allowed in this hospital."
Just then, a girl's voice came from behind. Yang Feng lazily turned his head and saw a pretty nurse pushing a cart full of medicine.
P.S.: It's been a long time since I thanked the brothers who voted. Thanks to: Jun Moxiao, Da, Qingxin (I can't type the symbol before this), Dugu Aoshi, Blue Butterfly, and Zhatianbanggen.
Sorry, buddy in front.
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Chapter 111 Unemployment
"Okay." Yang Feng nodded, extinguished his cigarette, and threw it into the trash can.
"That's right. Smoking is not allowed in public places in the hospital. Remember that in the future."
With that, the nurse smiled and pushed the medicine cart away.
After notifying Haoyu's family, the rest was left to them to handle. Yang Feng led the way, with Yang Lianqing following closely behind, her expression a complex mix of emotions.
As night deepened, the silvery moon hung in the pitch-black sky, appearing lonely and melancholic.
You can hardly see any stars in the city.
"Brother, my classmate just left this world like that. Do you think life is really that fragile?"
Yang Lianqing raised her head, looked at Yang Feng's back, and suddenly spoke.
"real."
Yang Feng, with his hands in his pockets and a calm expression, continued:
"No one can predict or control the future. There are a million possibilities for what will happen in the next moment. Although your classmate has left this world, now is not the time to be sad, nor is it a time to feel that life is fragile. You must believe that the future is bright."
Birth, aging, sickness, and death; terminal illness; accidents; or even malicious acts—when these happen around you, you suddenly realize how wonderful it is to be alive.
Instead of feeling disgusted by this fast-paced world.
Everyone has a beautiful view in front of them. Even if it is obscured, don't let it obscure your heart.
"Brother, I didn't expect you to be so knowledgeable." Yang Lianqing smiled slightly, her beautiful eyes gazing at his retreating figure as he walked forward, and said.
"Reading too many books will only make you this mediocre, so you need to study hard and make something of yourself in the future. I'll be counting on you to get by."
Yang Feng smiled faintly, glanced back at his sister, and replied.
"Tch, you're a man, aren't you ashamed to say something like that?"
Yang Lianqing felt much better, rolled her eyes at Yang Feng, and said.
The two of them joked and teased each other as they returned to their ordinary neighborhood.
Although ordinary, they lived a comfortable life.
On a clear early summer morning in early June, Yang Feng opened the window and was greeted by a cool morning breeze. Today was still a day for people taking the college entrance examination.
He looked in the mirror, combed his hair like an adult, and dressed like a mature man, giving himself confidence as he walked toward the university where he would take the college entrance examination.
Two days passed quickly, and with six sets of test papers, I said goodbye to more than forty classmates who had been with me for three years.
"Yang Feng, which school are you planning to go to?"
Han Shilan rested her head on Yang Feng's shoulder, her lips slightly parted.
"I'm sorry, but I'm used to you being by my side. I'll go wherever you go."