My Life with Narration

Chapter 792: Chapter 782: Friend, Entering Alone—Are You Afraid?

"Damn, I’ve lived to see this, Su Qing is actually doing a livestream!"

"Awesome, go, go, go!"

"Su Qing is a big online celebrity, yet this is the first time he’s doing a livestream without any announcement, so sudden?"

"Sure enough, Su Qing finally gets it, is he going to do livestream rewards, PK, or livestream sales?"

"Hey? Who is this, why isn’t it Su Qing?"

"Whoa, scared me, so ugly, is this Su Qing’s no-makeup look?"

"Don’t talk nonsense, I’m a doctor, this person looks seriously ill!"

"Did Su Qing get cancer?"

"I know, I know, this is Fang Xiaohai, I’ve been following him."

"It really is, is Su Qing with him? I didn’t expect Su Qing really saw our comments and went to find him, so touching, sob sob sob~"

"That’s right, it must be like this, that half person beside him must be Da Huang, I’d recognize him even if he turned to ashes."

"Where’s Su Qing, where is he?"

Su Qing suddenly started a livestream, instantly attracting a large number of netizens to flood in.

Mainly because this account of Su Qing has never done a livestream, it seemed like a dutiful video blogger, and even when he appeared on screen, it was in others’ works.

Though it started suddenly, very quickly the livestream room reached over ten thousand people, and they kept coming.

Comments rolled madly across the screen, shocked by Su Qing suddenly starting a livestream, of course, some recognized Fang Junhai on screen, explaining crazily to the wide audience.

He could help Fang Junhai fulfill some wishes, but he did not want to take on the job of thanking others.

Originally, Fang Xiaohai did not agree, but seeing his parents and family always hanging behind, he nodded in agreement.

Because Su Qing said, this way they can have more memories of you.

The livestream device was just a phone, no lights, and certainly no professional team, just Xiao Zhao went to the car to get a phone holder, fixed it on the wheelchair armrest, and aimed the camera at Fang Junhai.

"I am Fang Xiaohai, thank you all for helping me find Su Qing, he’s here to see me, thank you all, for letting me face no regrets in the final times.

I may say goodbye to this world today, hope you all are happy, no matter with who, no matter where.

This world is so good, so beautiful, in the next life... I want to come again!"

Fang Junhai did not look at the rolling comments, it seemed like he was recording a final testament, talking to himself, very calm, with a faint smile, somewhat relieved, yet regretful.

Though he was calm, the audiences in the livestream weren’t.

"Whoa, buddy don’t scare me, don’t give up!"

"I have cancer too, I’m still hanging in there, you don’t give up either!"

"My hometown’s plums are almost ripe, I’ll send you some to try then!"

"I’m this ugly and still have the courage to live, what are you afraid of!"

"It’s my birthday today, I’ll share a piece of cake with you!"

But at this moment, neither Su Qing nor Fang Junhai looked at the comments, the scenery around was more captivating than the online words.

As they walked, Su Qing suddenly stopped, picking up a long, straight stick from the roadside: "A gift for you, a friend of mine really likes this, I think you’ll like it too!"

Saying this, he placed the stick on Fang Junhai’s lap, unable to help but remember San’er, when he left, he hadn’t been able to send him off, he felt quite regretful in his heart.

"Thank you, I really like it!"

As he spoke, a gentle breeze brushed from behind, Fang Junhai smilingly said: "When I was a kid, I saw such a stick, with a casual swing, a dazzling Sword Qi appeared, vanished in a flash, leaving no trace in the world, I thought it was an illusion at that time, but on the road on a night when I was 22, a gust from behind, I realized, that Sword Qi had landed on me.

Su Qing, I think I’m leaving."

As he spoke, Fang Junhai’s voice weakened, at this time Su Qing also heard the voiceover prompt.

[Fang Junhai, remaining time, 3 minutes]

"Is there anything else you want to do?" Su Qing asked, with a slight tremor in his voice.

This was the first time he saw someone’s life slowly fade away right before him, to say his heart felt nothing, how could that be.

Everyone in the livestream room heard Su Qing’s voice, but their attention wasn’t on him.

"Can you play a song for me? The first one on my phone."

"Okay!"

Su Qing took his phone, opened the music app, and soon, a lazy love song began to play.

’Girl, he turns around and looks, the autumn water sways, making that encountering glance long and tender.’

’Sir, he thinks it over, the heart swings, picking up the time to continue a long story.’

The song is called "Fate Seems to Be Long," Su Qing hadn’t heard it before, but it’s really nice, neither of them spoke, Su Qing silently lit two cigarettes, handed one to Fang Xiaohai, placing it between his fingers.

For a moment, they walked like this, Su Qing pushing the wheelchair, Da Huang alongside, occasionally glancing at the person in the wheelchair, followed by Fang Xiaohai’s family and Tang Nan and others.

They dared not step forward, just watching their son with their phones.

Three minutes is short, a song is even shorter, soon reaching the end, the cigarette on Fang Junhai’s fingers had burned out at some point.

[Fang Junhai, remaining time, 30 seconds]

Upon hearing the reminder, Su Qing spoke: "Friend, I’m afraid I can’t accompany you on the road ahead, going alone, are you afraid?"

"Eldest son of the house, what is there to fear," Fang Junhai chuckled softly, indescribably at ease.

While speaking, Su Qing took down the phone, his face swept through the frame, then switched to the front camera, facing the wheelchair ahead, gently pushed, the wheelchair gliding ahead by inertia, softly advising:

"Look forward, don’t look back, look forward~"

Perhaps hearing his words, the corners of Fang Junhai’s mouth curled slightly upward, the unfinished music still echoed around, as if he saw a girl he dreamed of, smiling and reaching out to him, past moments with her flashed in his mind, softly whispering:

"My wandering old friend, when shall we meet again?"

(The girl tastes the longing, concealing the affection, yearning to tell her the thousands of thoughts, the young man measures the worldly aspirations, fate grows long, love deepens, don’t waste the good times)

The wheelchair halted, with Su Qing and Da Huang behind it, the distant lights stretched their shadows long.

Su Qing had recorded an image of a young man sitting alone on a wheelchair on the road, a photo of a girl slipping from his hand, the scene momentarily frozen in time.

The girl in the picture smiled beautifully, the boy on the wheelchair with a slight smile, embarking on a long journey.

Maybe somewhere, a pair of once mutual admirers who never confessed are now holding each other tightly.

We can never truly understand someone, unless we walk in his shoes, pass where he’s passed, think from his perspective, yet when we really walk his path, perhaps even passing by feels sorrowful.

Even if he has a voiceover, what he understands might only be the tip of the iceberg above the water, a fraction of me, yet it’s the entirety of you.

"Woof~~ whimper~~" [Sleep now, it won’t hurt if you fall asleep]

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