Chapter 7657 Half lonely and half lonely (4)

Uncle Shi did not dare to leave Yan Songyuan and sat with him.

Yan Songyuan looked dazed and had not recovered from the situation just now for a long time.

He sat on the sofa, his hands trembling, and murmured to himself: "It would be great if Afeng was still there... Afeng never talked back to me. We father and son could sit together and chat for a long time, and there was endless things to say. Afeng's personality is also good, humble, gentle, and polite. Why is God so unfair... This rebellious son was sent by God to punish me. From the day he was born, my life will no longer be peaceful... What kind of evil did I commit..."

"Chairman, don't be angry with the second young master. He may be under a lot of work pressure recently, and his complexion doesn't look very good."

"Afeng walked miserably. Not only did he not have any mercy, he actually bullied Lin Zhi and his orphans and widows! Do you know what he said? He said he wanted to take revenge on Zhouzhou and pull Zhouzhou into the abyss bit by bit, and he would never get rid of it."

Uncle Shi was shocked.

Did they underestimate Yan Jia? Or is this the true nature of Yan Jia?

"I didn't even see A Feng's last face... I didn't see him..." Yan Songyuan remembered what happened a few months ago, and burst into tears. "This rebellious son is really not as good as A Feng's finger."

Uncle Shi said nothing. He always felt that the chairman was wrong, and he always liked to compare the second young master with the eldest young master.

Every child is a different individual. They have their own differences in personality and personality. There are no perfect people, but there are no unforgivable children. Good and evil are just between the front lines, but it is obvious that the chairman prefers the eldest son.

But the chairman is also a pitiful person. When he was young, his wife left him, and now he has lost his eldest son. The second young master almost doesn't recognize him as his father.

Uncle Shi could empathize with him, so he could only accompany Yan Songyuan, for fear that he would be overly sad.

Yan Songyuan was sad alone for a long time, sitting in the living room with silent eyes.

Uncle Shi also sat with him. He knew that Yan Songyuan could not go to the hospital for treatment, and he could not take a step forward from the old house.

...

Yan Jia, who returned to Jiangshan Garden, was weak and dizzy when he got off the bus, and almost couldn't stand firm.

Chen Kang helped him, and the doctor immediately hanged him up.

Yan Jia lay in bed, unable to sleep at night, and panted all night, and there were fragments that appeared one after another in front of him, all from more than ten years ago.

As dawn approached, he coughed blood again. He smiled mockingly, and did not call the doctor, but just silently looked at the blood on the tissue.

The romantic young master who was in New York and was full of joy and wealth, probably never thought that one day he would lie on the bed like a stale old man, slapping hem and slack off his blood.

It was only a few hundred days since he left New York, but he seemed to be over ten years old.

He was unwilling to admit that it was himself, but what's the use of him not admitting it?

Now Yan Jia is incompetent, cowardly, mediocre, and even has no one to accompany him. He is lonely and helpless, like a rootless duckweed, gathering and scattering without a trace.

This time I lie down for ten days.

Yan Jia really got tired of himself this time. After returning to Jiangshan Garden from the hospital, he either pleated hemoptysis or had a fever. Chen Kang was at a loss, but Yan Jia was still unwilling to go to the hospital.
Chapter completed!