"Yeah." He Yushen responded softly.
When Nan Yi and He Yushen saw Song Jing like this, they didn't know what to say.
"Go in first." Song Jing said.
The two of them just quietly followed Song Jing and Yan An, who had been silent, into the room.
Nan Yi's eyes fell on the baby in Song Jing's arms.
After a few people sat down, He Yushen stared at the baby in Song Jing's arms for a few times, opened his mouth several times but hesitated.
"When did it happen?" He Yushen's deep voice sounded.
Song Jing no longer had any trace of acrimony or vanity, only tenderness on his face.
He lowered his smiling eyes and looked at Xiaobao in his arms.
"Last week." Yan An, who had been quiet all this time, said, his voice hoarse.
In fact, Yan An also lost a lot of weight, but it was difficult to notice Song Jing's changes in front of Song Jing's obvious weight loss.
You Qi's eyes looked like they were lost and filled with vicissitudes of life, and their eyes were a little dull. Only when they looked at Song Jing, they would show a slight luster.
"Body, what's the reason?" He Yushen asked again.
Yan An didn't speak this time. He opened his mouth and just looked at Song Jing, who had a gentle look on his face.
"Brother Shen, do you want to hug him?" Song Jing also did not answer He Yushen's question and handed the little treasure in his arms to He Yushen.
"He Yushen glanced at Song Jing and hesitantly took the baby, which was much smaller than the one at home."
Nan Yi moved forward curiously, and He Yushen also held the baby and tilted it towards him, his little face wrapped in a quilt still a little wrinkled.
Song Jing kept staring at the two people who were moving intimately with a smile.
Since Yan An entered the door, he has been looking at the omega next to him with a slightly sideways look. His hand under the table reached out, grasped the skinny and slender wrist, slid it down, and clasped his fingers tightly.
Song Jing turned his head and gave him a pure and sweet smile.
Song Jing tightened his clasped fingers soothingly, raised his head and looked at Nan Yi.
The sickly white lips parted slightly: "Brother Shen, Nan Yi, I'm sorry."
A very sincere apology, Nan Yi was stunned for a moment, and He Yushen just raised his eyes slightly.
"Nan Yi, I apologize for what I did before."
Song Jing looked at Nan Yi seriously, and Nan Yi was in a daze.
He said softly: "It's okay."
Nan Yi really doesn't care anymore. He can forgive Nanzhai citizen Xu Fang, not to mention Song Jing now......
After coming here for so long, Nan Yi still can't believe how he suddenly lost so much weight.
He was a young man who was full of energy, but now he looked like he was exhausted.
"Mr. Nan is really gentle!"
Song Jing sighed softly, feeling envious and confused.
"Yan An, what's going on?" He Yushen spoke again.
"Don't ask him, let me tell you." Song Jing reached out to pick up the baby in He Yushen's arms.
"It's bone cancer. I didn't pay attention to the occasional pain in the past. If I hadn't lost so much weight all of a sudden, I might have always thought that I was in good health." Song Jing's voice was low and breathy, and he sounded like he was tired when he spoke. Extremely.
Nan Yi's pupils were shaking. He couldn't believe it, but it was hard to say anything about his position.
He Yushen's reaction was not as big as Nan Yi's, but he still frowned.
"Why don't you stay in the hospital? A rich third generation like Yan An can't cure a bone cancer?"
"Brother Shen, don't blame Brother An, he was hidden from me." Song Jing spoke in a soft voice, but it made people feel distressed.
"I may not have much time left. I can leave a thought for Brother An before I leave. I am satisfied that I can...see you again."
He Yushen stared silently at Song Jing, who was smiling with happiness on his face.
Yan An's face stiffened a bit, and he held Song Jing's hand and wanted to let go but couldn't.
He didn't expect that Song Jing would still have those feelings for He Yushen after so long.
Yan An's original sadness seemed a bit sentimental. He lowered his eyes without focusing.
Faced with Song Jing's straightforward words, Nan Yi didn't even have a reason to be jealous.
But he wasn't jealous either. Song Jing had already run out of energy and had saved He Yushen. He just felt that it was a pity just to look at such a young omega.
He Yushen was silent for a while: "I'll find a doctor for you."
He Yushen took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and Song Jing quickly stopped him.
"Brother Shen, it's really not necessary. There is a doctor at home. Brother An invited him."
Song Jing was smiling all day long, without any fear of death.
But who is not afraid of death?
The baby in his arms was only a week old. Next to him was Yan An, who had always looked bad. Next to him were He Yushen, and his father, Butler Song, who was already elderly.
Nan Yi knew that as long as these people were around, Song Jing would not be willing to give them up.
But in the face of fate, no matter how much you are reluctant to give up, what can you do?
"Xiao Jing, it's time to take the baby upstairs for a lunch break. Don't sit still for too long."
Some old and deep voice sounded, it was Butler Song who I didn't see when I went to the old house yesterday.
"Young Master, Young Madam, you are here."
Song Guanjing saw Nan Yi and He Yushen.
He Yu nodded deeply and responded.
"You guys sit down first, I'll take Xiao Jing upstairs."
Yan An gently supported Song Jing, who was holding the person, and slowly brought him to the second floor.
Butler Song did not follow, leaving time for the two young people.
Nan Yi glanced sideways at the alpha beside him, stretched out his hand to cover his, and leaned his head lightly over.
"Uncle Song, how long does it take for Xiaojing?" He Yushen asked.
There was a hint of depression in Butler Song's eyes, and his voice was hoarse and slightly choked: "The doctor said, half a month."
Nan Yi raised his head sharply again, but He Yushen remained silent.
"Let's go home." He Yushen stood up and took Nan Yi in his arms. He didn't have any bad emotions, his expression was still the same as before.
It's just that the hand holding Nan Yi's was a little tight.
Both of them were silent, not chatting, but quietly and slowly walking from the living room of Yan An's house to the door.
What happened to Song Jing was too sudden and too heavy.
After returning home, He Yushen didn't mention Song Jing's matter in front of Nan Yi, and Nan Yi just let it take its course and didn't ask.
However, the two of them would visit Yan An's house from time to time, and even took Xiaobao to show Song Jing.
The short half month passed quickly, and the smile on Yan An's face became less and less. Sometimes it would take Song Jing to coax him for a long time before he could squeeze out the forced smile on his lips.
Every time Nan Yi and He Yushen went to see Song Jing, there would be a bouquet of bright red roses in front of his recliner.
Song Jing fought for more than ten days more than the half month he initially said.
On the day after Yan An and his baby were one month old, they left completely.
On the day Song Jing was sent to the mountain, it rained.
He Zhang supported Ling Ran, and He Yushen held Nan Yi, who was holding He Siyi.
Butler Song shed some muddy tears, and everyone looked sad. Only Yan An, holding the sad and crying baby, stood in front of the tomb in a daze.
The rain became heavier and heavier, and the baby in Yan An's arms was carried out of the cemetery by Butler Song first, after everyone left.
Yan An, who was wearing a black suit and white flowers, took out a bouquet of roses from his pocket.
He bent down, approached the tombstone, and whispered something softly.
His voice was buried by the sound of rain and blown away by the wind. No one heard it, only their sweet words.