"The old lady commits suicide every year, I don't know how many times."
A harsh and cold voice sounded in his ears, Song Xiang frowned and temporarily stopped crying.
"What?"
Yan Han sat down next to her and took a look inside, "The village doctor said it."
Song Xiang didn't believe it, "How is that possible? She doesn't look like..."
"Desperate people who want to live can only continue to experience death and use their fear of death to boost their courage to live."
Yan Han finished slowly and repeated what the village doctor said, "It is said that he burns charcoal every time, but he always leaves a way for himself to survive."
Song Xiang still didn't understand, "What does it mean to stay alive? We just happened to go there. The old lady really almost died."
Yan Han: "That pot of charcoal fire is not enough to produce lethal carbon monoxide."
Song Xiang fell silent.
She remembered the information about the old lady Yu. This old man was once a top student at the University of California. He was full of knowledge. It was really not difficult for her to figure out the indoor air condition.
Repeatedly experiencing death…
The feelings that were difficult to express pressed against my chest and I couldn't breathe.
Song Xiang lowered his head and said dullly: "I am also responsible for irritating her. It is difficult enough for her to live, and I also irritated her for the gems."
She covered her face with her hands, but her hands couldn't stop shaking.
Yan Han sat aside and didn't speak for a long time.
After a moment, he spoke.
"No more gems."
Song Xiang raised his head, slightly surprised, "What?"
"When the old lady wakes up, we will return to the imperial capital."
Song Xiang turned his face sideways, his eyes locked on Yan Han, and he examined his expression carefully.
He had said before that he didn't want the gem anymore, but it was because of the situation, and it was obviously a temporary decision. But at this moment, Song Xiang could feel that he really didn't want it anymore.
She stared at him for a long time, her eyes blank.
Yan Han raised his eyebrows slightly and said in a casual tone: "Don't worry, there are still rewards."
Song Xiang pursed his lips and said, "It's not for the reward."
Yan Han glanced at her and said, "Is there a time when you don't love money?"
Song Xiang lowered his head and remained silent.
There was movement in the village doctor's room, and the doctor came out to speak.
"The old lady is awake."
Song Xiang quickly stood up and wanted to go in to see the old lady. She moved but took it back.
Yan Yanhan clicked his tongue and pushed him from behind.
"Why are you so cowardly?"
Song Xiang turned around and glared at him, then turned around with courage.
She took a breath and walked slowly inside.
In the small room inside, the old lady was lying quietly on the bed, looking at the overhead light with her eyes open.
Seeing Song Xiang come in, she turned her face sideways and smiled slightly.
"Did it scare you?"
Song Xiang shook his head and then opened his mouth: "I'm sorry..."
The old lady looked weak and raised her hand with difficulty, "How can I blame you..."
Song Xiang walked over and felt very guilty, "I said too much."
"But you are telling the truth." The old lady spoke calmly and gasped, "He is indeed... irresponsible..."
"If you want that broken stone, take it."
Song Xiang was startled, raised his head in disbelief, opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.
The old lady looked at her expression and said, "It's not a good thing. No one will care if you throw it in the wheat field."
After saying that, she paused, looked at Song Xiang and said, "But if it is a gift for your lover, it can be considered beautiful."