"Although the definition of happiness is different, you are right. But even if I don't do this, I won't be much better than now."
Yang Chen was deeply moved.
Fang Qingxia's shoulders were shaking, her white and tender hands covered her face, and she sobbed from time to time, looking very sad.
He had no choice but to regret and sympathize with her past experience.
All those things have passed. Even if they have not passed, they were smashed down from a high place by a beam, interrupting their body... He would be unable to save such injuries even if he fought to the death.
"Does he... have no relatives and friends? If possible, I will compensate him for his relatives."
Yang Chen was silent and then made a suggestion.
"He was born in a relatively chaotic era. He was an orphan and was raised by an old man from a cooperative at that time. The old man died very early.
He has no relatives, so even if he wants to make compensation, he has no place to make compensation."
Fang Qingxia choked and said.
The song was played repeatedly in the car. This song also made the already sad atmosphere even more heavy and depressing.
"Then... you must live happily. He hopes you can be happy. If he knows that you are in such pain, he will be sad."
Yang Chen couldn't help but speak out to comfort him again.
"Well...if it wasn't like this, would I still be alive again? Then I'd gone to find him long ago. It was from that time that I realized that love, in fact, has little to do with everything, such as material and appearance.
A truly unforgettable love never needs these embellishments.
So, I studied psychology and hoped to enlighten those who are in happiness but do not know how to cherish them, so that they can cherish their love, family or friendship, which is actually the same.
Because I don’t know how to cherish when I have it, but once I lose it, I will regret it too late.”
Fang Qingxia held back her sadness and told her reason for being strong.
Only then did Yang Chen realize that this seemingly mature woman is actually only 25 years old and twenty-five years old. Many girls are just graduating from college and studying for graduate school, but Fang Qingxia has long since returned from studying abroad and has also obtained a doctorate in psychology.
She has walked far more roads than ordinary people.
"Yes, so when you know that you are likely to die, do you say, should I try my best to treat my friends' illnesses, or should I just complain about myself, blame others, and ignore me?"
Yang Chen asked back.
"Didn't you... your life was exhausted because of your overdraw?"
Fang Qingxia asked in confusion.
Her face was a little pale at this time, and she looked like she was seriously ill and extremely haggard. But when it came to Yang Chen's affairs, she silently restrained her emotions.
People can be sad because of pain, but Fang Qingxia feels that she cannot be dominated by sadness and pain. There are still many things she needs to do.
In addition to your own feelings, there is also responsibility and responsibility.
"Those are just catalysts, and I can't actually judge how my body is, but I'm sure my vitality has been drifting seriously.
You don’t have to persuade me to go to the hospital for examination. I am a doctor and I have some sense of my body, so it’s probably difficult.”
Yang Chen sighed again, but said, "But I really didn't think about giving up. Everything I arranged is just the worst plan. Maybe it's because I have lived in suffering since I was a child, and I always feel like I am prepared for danger in times of peace."
"So...you...I thought you...you made yourself like this for them..."
Fang Qingxia felt a little relieved, but instead cared about Yang Chen more and more.
In her opinion, Yang Chen knew that he was hopeless and had little life, but still consumed his vitality, which was equivalent to helping others with longevity. Such a person was even greater in her mind.
"The worst plan is to leave this world that cannot be let go. But if you are destined to leave, it doesn't matter if you can't let go. Before this, it is my honor to be able to meet friends like you."
Yang Chen had a sincere look and stared at Fang Qingxia.
"Isn't it a pleasure to meet you? I never thought that I would meet a man who is similar to Lao Zhao."
Fang Qingxia's eyes also stared at Yang Chen seriously.
At this time, no one even paid attention to when the car stopped.
“…
If you know, that's the last time,
How could you let go of my hand?
If you know, that's the last time,
Why would I laugh and say goodbye..."
The music continues, but the tranquility of this moment is like eternity.
From those big and bright eyes, Yang Chen saw something deep. His eyes were like a tunnel of time permeating, and seeing Fang Qingxia's memory.
There was a small mountain village, and suddenly one day, the earth was shaking.
...
A bald, hunched man gritted his teeth tightly, his face was ferocious, his arms were protruding blue veins, and his body was covered in blood. He regarded himself as a bridge, protecting the scared and trembling girl under him.
"I... won't... hurt you! No!"
An incomparable perseverance flashed in the man's turbid eyes.
Those eyes seemed to see through time and space, and suddenly made Yang Chen come back to his senses from his memory.
At this time, Fang Qingxia's hand involuntarily stretched out, gently stroked Yang Chen's face, and said softly: "Yang Chen... Did he send you to me? Why... Suddenly I felt that he had... gone away from me..."
Fang Qingxia's hand trembled, then slowly pulled it back. She turned sideways and gently wiped the uncontrollable tears.
Yang Chen felt a trembling feeling at this moment.
He didn't know what he saw, but it was probably that some superpower in his body had played a role. For a moment, he sensed something, which made Fang Qingxia instantly treat him as Lao Zhao.
But Fang Qingxia was very determined and after a moment of loss, she naturally avoided that impulse.
There is no ambiguity, nor is there embarrassment. These are two hearts that suddenly get close to each other, but there is no love.
This is probably...it's what Lan Yan's confidant feels like.
In an instant, the resonance of the heart made Yang Chen understand this dependence on sustenance, and also made him understand the very fragile heart behind Fang Qingxia's strength.
...
After midnight, I drank the beer and sat in the convertible car, racing from time to time, and stopped to drink from time to time.
That night, in the midst of that indulgence, Yang Chen and Fang Qingxia said a lot and drank a lot of wine. But they were drunk and knew that Yang Chen did not do anything beyond his confidant.
Outside the suburbs, by the lake.
The morning sun shines on her body, and the hot breath makes Yang Chen wake up from her sleep.
Beside him, Fang Qingxia lay lazily in his arms. The part that appeared after drinking was messy, the natural charm, the temperament highlighted by the mature mind, and the spring light exposed in the half-open and half-closed purple long skirt made Yang Chen, who was first awake, feel a sudden feeling of heart turbulence.
But he did not take advantage of others' danger, but his body did not move at all. He just looked at the sleeping girl in his arms silently.
Until, probably feeling something, Fang Qingxia opened her eyes with her trembling eyelashes and saw Yang Chen's bright and clear eyes, as well as her dazzling white hair in the sun.
The breeze blew, Yang Chen's white hair fluttered, and he had an indescribable temperament.
"Yang Chen, are you leaving?"
Fang Qingxia was not at all uncomfortable. After naturally waking up, she sorted out her clothes a little and asked gently.
"Yeah." Yang Chen nodded.
"Are you planning to bear it alone?" Fang Qingxia said with concern.
"I'll find someone today to do something entrusted by my elders, and make arrangements for my sister's future."
Yang Chen hesitated, "You Fang family, all the power and power are OK. I just hope that if you can, I will take care of my sister more. She is the only person I can't rest assured."
"Your sister...I will take good care of you."
Fang Qingxia's lips moved, as if there were many things to say, but after some thought, she directly agreed to Yang Chen's request.
...
After returning to school, Yang Chen first paid the tuition fees that he and his sister still owed, then returned to Yujing Huating, took the ancient painting box, and left the door with the ancient painting.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time. Where can I go, I'll send you there."
Fang Qingxia changed into a sweet and sexy floral chiffon dress. She didn't look luxurious, but in the simplicity, it made her more intimate.
The most obvious thing about changing out her clothes was her breasts that were about to be burst.
The purple skirt was not obvious before, and changing it to such a skirt made her plump breasts a little obvious.
Seeing this huge chest device, Yang Chen thought of Fang Qingxue's "Nose gene heart breast disease" and subconsciously stared at Fang Qingxia's chest for a more glance.
This observation, like a perspective, naturally saw everything clearly, but he did not see the root of the disease. Fang Qingxia was very healthy and had a lot of gratitude energy on her body. It should be the gratitude energy she obtained after being a psychologist to treat others.
“I’m in good health.”
Fang Qingxia smiled gently, and she had an indescribable style.
This is like a mature version of Fang Qingxue. In an instant, Yang Chen suddenly felt that Fang Qingxue had become mature, probably that's it.
"How do you know that I am treating your illness rather than pride?" Yang Chen smiled.
"That's what your eyes tell me! Have you forgotten what I do? The eyes are the windows of the soul."
Fang Qingxia smiled, her previous smile was not obvious, but her smile at this moment really gave people a sense of stunning feeling like flowers suddenly blooming.
"Well, you smile beautifully, so you should smile more. If you send me, just take me to the train station. I'll take the high-speed rail."
"That's better to take a plane. I'll book your plane tickets for you. You don't have to worry too much about me."
Fang Qingxia is very smart. She knows with just a few words that Yang Chen doesn’t have much money anymore.
"Well, then, let me take me to the airport." Yang Chen nodded. He felt that there was not much time left. Maybe, it was today or tomorrow.
But it would definitely not be the day after tomorrow. He silently calculated the speed of the passing of life force in his heart, and generally knew what time the day of exhaustion was about.
Although the speed of this loss may not be accurately judged.
"This is a mobile phone, equipped with three full batteries. Only I know the number of the mobile phone, and there is only my number on it."
"No matter at that moment, whether it is life or... to give me the answer."
Fang Qingxia took out a cell phone from her black shoulder bag that looked very high-end. The cell phone was from the Vitu series, but Yang Chen didn't know what it was.
He has never used such a high-end thing before.
Mobile phones are not the key, the key is that Fang Qingxia has prepared everything for him.
"I will."
There was a moment of hesitation, but when he saw Fang Qingxia's bright but hopeful eyes full of begging eyes, he tacitly agreed to Fang Qingxia to do everything for him.
...
The plane headed to Beijing, the capital of China, took off. In the plane, Yang Chen was still full of confidence in his heart when facing the unknown future, and did not give up.
The family forces of the capital city, Xia Xinyan, Xiao Han and others are all here.
And that antique collector Li Zhengde is also here.
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Chapter completed!