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Chapter 45

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    Song Yiyuan¡¯s current daily schedule is to get up very early in the morning to memorize English words, read professional books for fun in the morning, take a nap at noon, start special English training, write something in the evening, and memorize English words an hour before going to bed.

    The days seem to pass very slowly and quickly, and in a blink of an eye it is the Double Ninth Festival.

    This day is the birthday of old man Du Zhong.

    Song Yiyuan and Cao Zhenzhen had already made an appointment to see him together on this day.

    Mingming was very pleased to hear from my wife on the phone yesterday that she had been in very good spirits for the past two days, but at night she suddenly developed a fever, suffered from vomiting and diarrhea, and fell into a coma.  After Song Yiyuan and Cao Zhenzhu got off the plane happily, chatting and laughing, they received a call from their teacher's wife.

    "You two, come quickly your teacher is dying"

    Song Yiyuan¡¯s expression suddenly changed.

    Cao Zhenzhu¡¯s heart skipped a beat and her heart tightened, ¡°What¡¯s wrong?¡±

    Song Yiyuan opened her mouth and was speechless.

    The two of them took a taxi and quickly went to the hospital.

    Running upstairs, the doctor was talking to the wife. The wife¡¯s eyes were red, and she looked at the doctor with wet eyes, her hair was dry and white, and she was clutching a handkerchief.

    Song Yiyuan's eyes were sore, but she quickly stopped, walked over quickly, hugged the old man, "Mrs., we are here, how is the teacher?"

    The doctor said: "That's what happened today."

    The teacher¡¯s wife burst into tears.

    Cao Zhenzhu hugged her with such strength that her hands were deformed, "Don't cry, don't cry" Tears flowed down her face as she spoke.

    Song Yiyuan handed the teacher's wife to Cao Zhenzhu in a daze and said, "I'll go in and talk to the teacher."

    Du Zhong was lying on the hospital bed, his hair all white and messy.  The old man's breath was weak and his eyes were half-open.

    Song Yiyuan stopped in her tracks when she saw his eyes.

    When death seizes a person, there is a warning.  His eyes would roll upward uncontrollably, and his eyes were misty, showing a cruel and strange blue-gray color.  His entire face would collapse and sag as if lifeless, revealing the shape of his skull.

    When the doctor spoke, Song Yiyuan didn¡¯t believe it.

    When Du Zhong and Song Yiyuan looked at each other, she believed it.

    She walked over and called respectfully: "Teacher Du."

    Du Zhong smiled, and something familiar to Song Yiyuan appeared on his face.

    "I'm preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination."

    Du Zhong looked at her, took two deep breaths, and said with a smile: "Who told me last time that I wanted to live an ordinary life?"

    ¡°It¡¯s quite ordinary to study for graduate school, study for a Ph.D., and stay in school to become a teacher.¡±

    Du Zhong looked at her quietly.

    "Of course, besides being a teacher, you can also write and train two students."

    "Why did you decide to do this again?"

    ¡°I convinced myself countless times but couldn¡¯t be convinced, so I decided to do this.¡±

    "well."

    The room fell silent.

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    "Everyone is destined to die." Du Zhong said, "I will remember you and I am not afraid. Don't look like this."

    Song Yiyuan didn¡¯t shed a single tear, and even smiled after hearing these words, ¡°What¡¯s wrong with me?¡±

    Du Zhong sighed, "Death to me is just a matter of one breath. Your wife has had a hard time these past few months. Please help me take good care of her and visit her often, okay?"

    Song Yiyuan nodded.

    As soon as Cao Zhenzhu and his wife finished speaking, they came in.

    The teacher¡¯s wife said nothing and wiped his face, hands and feet. Du Zhong stiffened his head and tried to cooperate with her.

    After she finished wiping, she dipped a cotton swab in water to moisten the old man's dry lips.

    Du Zhong looked at her: "You should still have children."

    "What nonsense are you talking about?"

    "I'm leaving" Du Zhong's cloudy eyes shed a line of tears, "What should you do"

    The tears that the wife had just stopped welled up again, and she choked with sobs: "Then don't leave"

    Cao Zhenzhu covered her mouth, tears flowing uncontrollably.

    Song Yiyuan¡¯s heart was as sharp as a knife.

    Du Zhong recited over and over again: "What should you do, what should you do" and then he started to cough. His wife was frightened, like a frightened bird, and quickly calmed him down, "Don't talk, don't talk! I will be fine."  , I will be fine"

    The old man stretched his neck and took a long breath, then took a few more heavy breaths and settled down.

    For a while, no one dared to talk to him about this topic.

    &nb?, but he couldn't do it.

    "Everyone has to experience these things." Yu Yi said softly, "Learn to accept it, Yuanyuan."

    Song Yiyuan dreamed of Yang Xin.

    Yang Xin said: "Long time no see, Song Yiyuan."

    Song Yiyuan was stunned.

    She also dreamed of Du Zhong.

    Du Zhong smiled and said: "Come on, turn to Chapter 6, today we will talk about poetry."

    Yang Xin said: "Teacher, this chapter was taught last week."

    Du Zhong was surprised: "Oh, really?" He added, "I forgot, let's chat in this class." He smiled and said, "How are you doing lately?"

    Yang Xin: "It's just like that." He sighed, "Being an editor is so boring. Asking them to revise a manuscript is like killing them. If you write well, you don't need to revise it. If you write poorly, you have to think about it over and over again.  . It¡¯s like I can¡¯t understand their articles. Do you really think you¡¯ve written well when you write like that?¡±

    Cao Zhenzhu said: "Hey, hey, isn't it inappropriate for you to say this in front of a screenwriter? I have encountered many situations where you just blindly ask people to make changes"

    The two of them started arguing, and Du Zhong stretched out his hand to tell them to stop, "Okay, okay, what's the point of arguing?" He looked at Song Yiyuan with a smile, "Yiyuan, let me tell you how you have been lately?"

    Song Yiyuan looked at them blankly and said: "My teacher is dead"

    Du Zhong then put away his smile and asked: "Which teacher?"

    "My university teacher."

    Du Zhong sighed: "When people reach their age, they will definitely encounter such a thing."

    Yang Xin hugged her: "Don't be sad, your teacher doesn't want to see you like this."

    Cao Zhenzhu also hugged her: "We are with you."

    Du Zhong said: "We had a good time together during our lifetime, so death is not a big deal."

    "Um."

    "You have to live your life well and don't always think about the dead."

    "Um."

    Yang Xin said: "The dead are dead, and the living must live well. This is how life continues."

    "Um."

    Song Yiyuan opened her eyes and woke up.

    Yu Yi stood beside her and touched her face: "It's okay, it will pass." (Remember this website's website address: www.hlnovel.com
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