Chapter 793 - 783: Won the Lottery, But Sadly It’s Expired
Chapter 793: Chapter 783: Won the Lottery, But Sadly It’s Expired
"My son!"
"Little brother!"
"Xiaohai!"
As Da Huang’s call rang out, as if releasing a pause button, the three members of the Fang Family rushed forward, holding Fang Junhai and wailing bitterly.
Go to the hospital? Forget it, they just came back from the hospital waiting for death, this kind of illness is a fate, once you have it, there’s nothing anyone can do.
Even though Su Qing had some sort of extraordinary ability, what he could provide were just prompts, not miraculous healing skills. Honestly, he could only operate within certain limits, but in this situation, it was truly beyond his reach.
Moreover, from the start, Su Qing didn’t plan to change anything because there was nothing he could do.
"Whimper~~whimper" [The one who cleans my poop, he’s gone, now that he’s gone it won’t hurt anymore, he seemed just like us, not wanting to stay at home before dying, someday I’ll leave too.]
Da Huang whimpered twice at his leg, rubbing against it. Probably Fang Junhai’s unwillingness to die at home made Da Huang feel that perhaps they were kindred spirits.
In response, Su Qing looked at Da Huang, and his heart sank even further.
Yes, Da Huang will probably leave someday too. He had never thought of it before, but there’s nothing he could do. Fortunately, Da Huang is still young, who knows what the future holds.
Then he rubbed its head and said: "Yes, once you’re gone, it won’t hurt anymore!"
Fang Wenqiang looked at his wife and daughter lying over their son, his body somewhat weak, and with trembling hands, he touched his son’s face. It was still warm, but he had already stopped breathing.
He didn’t want to save him because he knew, in his son’s current state, the hospital wouldn’t take him anymore.
As the head of the family, he patted his wife and daughter and then went to Su Qing, bowing slightly as he spoke, "Thank you, Su, he left with a smile."
Upon hearing this, Su Qing opened his mouth but ended up only saying two words, "My condolences!"
He had no choice, he was just a stranger, not related at all. What comforting words could he offer?
Honestly, before coming here, he didn’t expect that his presence would somehow hasten Fang Junhai’s departure.
Of course, perhaps he had been wanting to leave for a while, but had unresolved matters weighing on his mind, and he just wanted to meet him once, to hand over something.
Today, his energy had notably improved, it was the final burst of vigor, as the last few days, Fang Junhai had been in an extremely poor state.
Though it was quite calm here, the live streaming viewers were in an uproar.
"Holy crap, he’s dead? For real?"
"Am I seeing things?"
"It’s over, he’s really dead, can’t you see they’re all crying over there?"
"No wonder Da Qing, the first live stream and someone passes away, that’s pretty sensational in the streaming world, right?"
"Sensational is an understatement, it’s... okay, it’s just sensational!"
"Wuwuwu, Fang Xiaohai is so pitiful, I followed him, didn’t expect he couldn’t make it!"
Because of Su Qing’s account, more and more people were joining the live stream, quickly reaching 80,000 viewers, surpassing 100,000 was no problem.
Gifts in the live stream were pouring in, though some folks were focusing on rather odd points.
"Holy crap, I want that long, straight stick too, I’d even pay 20 bucks for it! Send me the link!"
"Me too!"
"Do people really know they’re dying before it happens?"
"It’s true; my grandpa called me back before he passed. I got home that night, and twenty minutes later, he was gone."
"The eldest son of the family, what’s there to fear? This is simply awesome, if I die, I’d want to be this cool!"
"What was that last song, it sounded so good!"
"Da Qing is so gentle, and Da Huang even cried out, so soulful!"
"Are you guys sick? The person is gone, don’t you know to respect the dead?"
"Rest in peace!"
"Rest in peace!"
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One must admit, people’s experiences of joy and sorrow differ. Obviously such a heavy topic, but when there are many people, the focus naturally shifts.
As Fang Wenqiang turned back to his son, Su Qing took a deep breath, switched his phone to the front camera, and spoke to it, "I’ve seen all the messages you’ve tagged me in, I thank those who cared about him on his behalf, it’s just a pity, gifts are not necessary, I’ll give the money to his family, that’s it, goodbye!"
With that, Su Qing disconnected the stream directly, ignoring tens of thousands of viewers, honestly, he really wasn’t in the mood to interact with them right now.
Just after ending, Su Qing received a notification of a three-day suspension from the platform for smoking during the live stream.
Su Qing didn’t care about the punishment, after all, he didn’t stream much anyways, and he didn’t feel wronged, since platforms have their own rules.
Besides, he was a mega influencer, his actions had wide reach, a three-day suspension was light.
But the situation just now was special, someone was passing away, couldn’t he smoke a cigarette? He didn’t mind this, even if it meant not streaming in the future.
He ended the livestream here, but the incident has caused a massive uproar online and on the platform.
A life was lost on the stream, even though Su Qing didn’t show the final moments on camera, everyone did receive the news, which was a big deal.
In an instant, this news spread wildly on the internet at an alarming speed and quickly became a hot topic.
Of course, Su Qing took back his phone with this in mind, knowing that such footage was not suitable for dissemination.
That night, the first few trending topics on the platform were almost all about him, even overshadowing the scandals of many celebrities.
Shock, Daqing unexpectedly launched a livestream.
In Daqing’s first livestream, someone died, a man passed away!
Life is full of suffering, and Daqing saw him off on his final journey!
There were countless such sensational headlines, and even the song that played during the livestream inexplicably became popular, with its search volume continuously rising.
"Bro... Brother, he..."
At this moment, Tang Nan approached him, tugging on his sleeve and whispering softly, her eyes filled with a hint of terror and fear.
Death, even with people around, still instills fear. Little Zhao had already shrunk behind old Wang.
"Hmm, don’t look, pack up your things, and let’s get ready to leave!" Su Qing shook his head, his task was done, and there was no point in staying any longer.
"Okay!" Tang Nan nodded repeatedly, today’s events had far exceeded her expectations.
Then Su Qing, along with old Wang, briefly spoke to Fang Wenqiang and left. The Fang family did not try to keep them, as they were in no mood after what had happened.
"Brother, aren’t you afraid?"
In the car, sitting in the back seat, Tang Nan hugged Da Huang and asked somewhat uneasily.
"What’s there to be afraid of? Did you forget I’m a criminal investigation advisor? I’ve seen far scarier corpses than this guy," Su Qing said calmly from the front passenger seat.
Holding a cardboard box in his lap, with a pink pig in his hand, he heard a voiceover prompt in his mind.
[In the first diary, Chen Jing recorded the three years of attending school with you, and the days after you transferred, from initial unease to eventual disappointment, and finally, letting go.]
[Among the gifts she gave you, she hid her feelings for you, which was a girl’s boldest confession, except, unfortunately, the confession had expired.]
"You’re the most amazing, okay? Hey, what are you thinking about? What, reminiscing about the past?" Tang Nan asked as she watched him handling the plush toy with an open seam.
In response, Su Qing smiled and then ripped open the plush toy along the seam.
"Hey, what are you..."
Before Tang Nan could finish, she saw Su Qing pull out a crumpled note from inside.
"Oh, I knew it, this girl definitely had feelings for you. What is it? A love letter? Let me tell you, little brother, I’ve received countless of these from childhood, got plenty of experience, and your little Yi hasn’t received any less either."
As they spoke, Su Qing unfolded the note, and both women in the back seat craned their heads over curiously. But it wasn’t the mushy confession they expected, just a simple sentence:
’Congratulations on your graduation, and please don’t forget me, the boy I like!’
"Oh~~" *2
Tang Nan and Zhao Lei looked at him with playful expressions.
"You two, stop teasing, what’s there to make a fuss about!" Su Qing glanced at them.
If old Wang wasn’t driving, he probably would have leaned over to take a look too.
"You see, who would have thought, little brother, you were so popular back in elementary school!"
"Yeah, I was too shy to talk to my crush in elementary school! I’m envious," Zhao Lei chimed in. There’s something about this kind of time-transcending romance that no woman can resist.
After thinking for a moment, she added, "It’s just a bit of a pity."
With this said, everyone in the car fell silent, including Su Qing. Even though nothing would happen between him and Chen Jing, even if she were still around today, as he already had someone he liked, it didn’t mean he felt nothing at all.
Quite the opposite, in fact. These feelings grew heavier over time and after Chen Jing’s unexpected passing.
Just like Tang Nan said, every gift a girl gives a boy carries meaning. If it’s a daily necessity, it means she’s observed you long enough to notice what you need.
If it’s clothes or shoes, it means she thinks you’ll look good in them.
If it’s a decoration, it definitely symbolizes her feelings or holds some little thoughts and surprises.
You may not understand what it signifies at the time, but it was meticulously prepared, waiting for you to suddenly discover it one day and reveal that surprised expression.
It’s just that his reaction seems a bit slow, only comprehending the gift’s meaning more than ten years later, leaving him with a strange feeling of discomfort.
It’s like finding a lottery ticket and realizing it won, but unfortunately, it’s already expired.
But no matter what, she succeeded, really succeeded in ensuring Su Qing would not forget her.
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