I, the lord of ghost stories

He heard the harsh whistle, and his mind became more irritable.

An intuition seems to be reminding him...

Something bad happened.

Right on his wife.

His cell phone was dialed.

"Hello, are you Ms. Aya Mori's family?"

"We have the misfortune to tell you that your wife has just been involved in a car accident..."

The ominous premonition turned into reality at this moment.

Centuoren was in a state of confusion, the mobile phone slipped from the palm of his hand and fell heavily on the ground.

"Mr. Sen, Mr. Sen..."

The sound continued to come from the phone.

Chapter 140 IX Dad Can't Do It

"Mr. Sen, I'm sorry, your wife, I'm afraid I won't be able to wake up..."

"Can't wake up, what do you mean?"

"Literally, it means that you can't wake up temporarily."

"As for the future, can you wake up..."

The doctor shook his head with formulaic regret.

"It's hard to say, I can only say that there is not much hope."

"Thank you doctor."

Centuo people calmly accepted this reality.

"I want to stay here with her for a while, can I?"

"No problem, you're light."

The doctor kindly reminded.

He naturally knew that the mood of the patient's family members would definitely not be very good...

After all, he is someone who doesn't know if he will be able to wake up... and the follow-up treatment fee is also a big problem.

Although people in Dongying have medical insurance, and the medical reimbursement rate is very high, there are still many expenses other than treatment fees, which puts a lot of pressure on ordinary families.

This heavy economic pressure, coupled with emotional blows, is invisible and intangible, but it is true.

After working in the hospital for a long time, I saw a lot of birth, old age, illness and death, and gradually I saw human nature clearly.

Not many people can really hold on to an illusory hope... just wait for someone who doesn't know if they will wake up.

It's not good or bad, it's just unbearable...it can crush a person financially or emotionally.

As doctors often see, the joys and sorrows in the hospital are nothing but human nature.

In the intensive care unit.

The woman who had just parted ways not long ago was wearing a hospital gown during this song, lying there quietly.

There is a sad silence.

Life is as fragile as a paper flower.

Seeing this scene through the glass, this sentence appeared in Centuoren's heart for no reason.

After looking at her quietly for a while, he had never seen her on such an occasion.

Only at this time can he look at her with sadness and without any hatred...

The hatred I thought at first became vulnerable at this time... Ever since I heard that she would never wake up again, this kind of emotion has been empty.

When she fell asleep like this, she regained the tranquility and beauty when she first met...

Those who supported him felt as if something was suddenly vacant in their hearts.

What does it feel like?

Similar to lost?

Or, is this the so-called poignant beauty of the impermanence of the world?

After a spring rain, yellow flowers piled up on the road to the shrine.

When passing by, is there a kind of sadness that arises spontaneously?

In autumn, when standing in front of a window and looking at the falling maple leaves outside the window, will you feel an inexplicable melancholy again?

It wasn't grief, but something more delicate and lingering.

This is the "sorrow of things".

A general emotion.

At this moment, Centuo people feel that they have experienced a deeper level.

The sorrow of things is the deep and quiet emotion that occurs naturally or involuntarily.

But taking sadness as beauty is still just a kind of desolate beauty, and it seems to be expressing sorrow for new words.

"This is the real sorrow."

"I didn't understand it before, and I wrote you poems to cherish maple leaves... At that time, I didn't understand what mourning was, and you laughed at me, do you remember?"

"Today, I saw you lying here and heard the doctor tell me that you will never wake up... I understand."

"This sadness emerges from my heart, and it cannot be contained."

"Sorrow is the expression of true feelings. I finally understand...not just understanding it from words, but really feeling it, this state of mind."

Sad emotions filled my heart.

"How nice it would be if we stayed in high school forever..."

"Student Bei Dao, if you were only classmate Bei Dao and I was only classmate Sen, how happy I would be at that time..."

Centuoren stretched out his hand, pressed it on the cold glass, and stroked it slowly.

Through this door, it seems that the emotions at this time can be passed on.

The complex emotions at this moment are like a mess of thousands of threads, which is difficult to sort out.

The man doesn't know whether he should cry or laugh...

"Life is so fragile, just as fragile as feelings..."

Whispering to himself, he was silent for a while.

"We haven't gone through the divorce yet...how did something happen to you..."

Some kind of sad emotion suddenly emerged.

Maybe... at that time, if he had been a little more tactful and not so tough, maybe she wouldn't have become like this...

Anyway, it hurt him to see her like this.

He originally thought he could restrain himself, but in fact he didn't...

My eyes blurred again.

He lowered his head and wiped the corners of his eyes with the handkerchief he carried with him.

"Anyway... since we haven't divorced yet... we're still husband and wife... I won't give up on you easily..."

"Did you figure it out? You didn't want to get a divorce, so you deliberately got into a car accident?"

"If yes, then your wish is now granted..."

"what……"

The man shook his head and said something he didn't believe.

It all happened so fast that it didn't feel real.

At this time, there was a sobbing sound behind him.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw Concubine Jizi standing quietly in the corridor behind him, looking at this place full of sadness.

"Concubine Jizi...Your injury hasn't healed yet, so you can't move around!"

He got up in a hurry, his voice low.

"Go back...don't look..."

Concubine Jizi was not as obedient as usual, and was still sobbing.

"I...I heard it all..."

There was bewilderment and helplessness in her voice.

"Mom... can't wake up again, right?"

The man was speechless.

"I... can't figure it out anyway..."

"Why...why...why did it become like this...what did I do wrong..."

"Why does the world treat us like this..."

"I don't understand such a world...I don't want this..."

One drop after another, tears rolled down the cheeks, splashed onto the hard ground, made a slight sound, and shattered to the ground.

Concubine Jizi's small face was already full of tears.

"why is it like this……"

"This is reality..."

He knelt down, stroked his daughter's hair, and comforted the little girl who was crying into tears.

Centuoren looked into her eyes and told her solemnly:

"In this world, there is little happiness and a lot of suffering. This is the reality."

"Concubine Jizi, you saw something unfortunate today, remember this feeling and face it bravely."

"Because one day, you're going to encounter more of these things."

"However, because of this, Guai must cherish the people and things around him even more."

"I don't understand...I don't want to understand these..."

"I just want my mother to come back, I want my father not to quarrel with my mother, and I want everything to go back to how it was three years ago!"

Concubine Jizi is too young to understand what adults say.

"It's impossible, Dad can't do it..."

Chapter 150 Lord of Hundred Stories

"Concubine Jizi, don't blame me..."

"do not want!"

Concubine Jizi turned her head to give way to his outstretched hand, and ran away crying.

"Concubine Jizi, hey..."

Centuo people stretched out their hands to stop in the air, and slowly retracted them.

Standing up, he thought for a while and dialed out the phone.

After waiting for more than ten seconds, the call was connected.