National schoolmaster, too arrogant!

Bo Yihan felt ironic when he listened to these words.

No one knows that these ordinary people's jokes are actually reality.

The sorrow of the Bo family

Since childhood, he was the son of heaven, suddenly extremely envious of the busy crowd on the street.

Although they live a busy life, they live a simple life and can love the people they want to love.

Sometimes human beings are like this. While they are envious of others, maybe others are also envious of themselves.

Bo Yihan always looks at the big screen until it becomes something else.

He just took out his cell phone and dialed Xi Jingya.

"With cold?" On the phone, Xi Jingya's voice was sleepy.

"Sorry to disturb you so late, aunt Xi." At this time, the United States is still late at night.

"It's OK. I just lay down and haven't slept yet." Xi Jingya said, "Yihan, what's wrong with calling so late?"

"Aunt Xi, I want to know, how can I return the vitality to my mother?"

This, as early as when my grandfather told the truth, Bo Yihan wanted to ask, but he didn't dare to ask because he was afraid of making my grandfather angry again.

And Xi Jingya is his best answer.

Xi Jingya at the other end of the phone suddenly exclaimed, "do you know the curse of your family?"

"Well."

"Ah..." Xi Jingya sighed, "Yihan, your mother, she... Can't be saved."

"Can't..."

"Well." Xi Jingya said, "the necklace your mother was wearing has no luster, right?"

"Yes."

"The luster of the necklace represents her vitality. You have grown up, and her vitality is completely exhausted. She is about to become rotten wood and can't be saved."

"Is it really impossible? What if... I die now? "

"It's no use." Xi Jingya sighed, "you used to be young. If you die young and stop losing in time, your mother can still live. It's a pity... Your mother has really run out of oil, and the lamp is dead. There's no way to recover. "

Bo Yihan clenched his hands tightly and hammered the steering wheel hard.

He asked in a deep voice, "my mother, how long can she live?"

"Maybe today, maybe three days, maybe a month. If you take good care of yourself, it will be a year at most."

Smell speech, thin with cold light voice way, "I do."

"You?"

"If my mother had one more year at most, could I live longer than my mother? I don't want her to go through the experience of white hair giving black hair to black hair before she dies. "

Then, Xi Jingya's voice suddenly trembled, "with... With cold, what do you know?"

"I used to guess, but now it seems that I really can't live long."

In Bo Yihan's words, there is a sense of ridicule.

There is no doubt that he can die for warmth.

But now... He will consider that if he dies before his mother, her mother will not be able to bear it.

Xi Jingya's voice also became heavy, "Yihan, in fact, you don't live long. But to save your heart, you really have to give your life. Of course, if you choose not to save, your aunt can't help you. "

If it's really the same as Bo Yihan expected, that's what Xi Jingya said at the beginning.

He said, "up to now, aunt Xi, you don't have to hide it. Tell me everything. Let me have some psychological preparation."

When it comes to this issue, it shows his position.