Chapter 354: leave

What the pastor said, in my opinion, is tantamount to: We have done our best, but your brother's life is exhausted, even the great Luo Jinxian is here, and Balabala...
The girl sat on the ground blankly, no matter what the priest said, she was motionless, like a small statue.
There was sadness and despair in her eyes. After a long time, she climbed up from the ground sadly, staggered to her brother, leaned over, hugged the dying brother again, and held it tightly in her arms. in.
At that moment, what I saw was not only the bond between my sister and brother, but also the splendor of motherhood that was not discouraged.
However, this is the fact. When it is cruel, no matter how you keep it, it will not help.
She hugged her brother and walked stiffly outside the door, staggering, shaking and faltering.
It is estimated that she hasn't eaten for a long time. If this goes on, I don't know how long it will last.
"Aren't you going to see it?" The pastor's voice was filled with concern and regret: "If she continues to live a life of hunger and fullness, it won't be long before she will be like her brother."
I sighed, lowered my head, and couldn't tell what I felt. She was alone, and I might be able to save it, but how many people are like her in Ai Rui City?
How many people like her in Hefeng Continent?
I will never take in when I see a poor person, and when I see a poor person, I will be as pitiful as they are, or even worse.
On the blue planet, someone once said: Born in sorrow, die in happiness.
It seems that Ai Ruicheng has been in depression for too long, and it is time for a wave of storms.
He looked up again, in a daze, feeling that the girl's leaving figure seemed to have been seen somewhere.
I lowered my head and thought secretly, from the time I came here, all the memories up to now, all turned out, like a slide, recalled again.
Suddenly, my eyes lit up, and a bright incandescent light bulb appeared above my head!
is her!
I don’t know if you still remember what the reason was when I first met Phoenix.
That's right, it's the stalk of the three gold coins I was stolen!
That day, the night was dark, the wind was high, and the street was just in time for a big sale. I took all my belongings-three gold coins, and wandered on the street.
There is only one purpose-to find cheap and affordable weapons and armor.
Then, in front of a luxurious hotel, I was hit by a thin figure, and three gold coins were stolen.
Afterwards, there was a series of dramatic developments comparable to movies.
Someone may say that it has been so long, could it be that the impression in your mind is blurred or remembered wrong?
Ha ha.
I can only sneer, I may forget about other things, this incident...this is the stalk of my future fiancee, how could I forget it!
As soon as I raised my eyebrows, I took a step forward and chased it.
"Hey, wait a minute!" The priest grabbed my clothes and said, "Money, your money!"
It suddenly occurred to me that the gold coin bag was still on his desk. I grabbed the bag and was about to walk out. But after a few steps, I turned back and grabbed a few gold coins from the bag and put them on the table. Said: "Medical expenses."
With that said, he rushed out of the shooting star.
Just behind me, the pastor kept changing me there: "Wait, there are too many, too many, and there is no treatment, no money!"
Seeing the girl walking towards the gate stupidly, I didn't even bother to look back, but just waved my hand and said, "You can buy tea and drink."
The girl still walked forward dumbly, even though I had stood in front of her, she seemed to have not noticed it.
Suddenly, she stopped, turned her head, looked at me, her eyes showed uncontrollable grief: "Brother him, is he really unable to save life?"
I nodded: "Sorry."
The girl shook her head vigorously, two lines of clear tears flowed out again, running down her cheeks and hitting her younger brother's skinny body.
After a while, she raised her head and said, "When will he die, brother?"
I shook my head: "I don't know."
Even so, I have found that her brother's breathing is gradually weakening, and her thin body is trembling slightly, which seems to be the last struggle when it comes back to light.
I have seen the end of life too much, some are ended in front of me, others are ended by me, maybe I should have been numb to this feeling, but somehow, I saw the girl’s sad face and chest In the depths, there will always be a sense of discomfort flowing out of Bobo.
After a while, her brother stopped moving, and tried to grab the little hand of her arm, which also dropped down, like a pendulum hammer, doing the final countdown.
Finally, even the last hammer stopped moving.
he died.
For an instant, the girl seemed to lose all her strength and collapsed to the ground. She was already speechless, and there was only a whimper in her throat. The running water was like a clear spring, continuous, like rain, dripping on her brother's body. , Wet his dirty little face, wet his thin and shabby clothes, and wet his last face.
I stood quietly in front of them, my eyes stiff, watching the last sadness of the brother and sister.
The departure of relatives who depend on each other is the most painful, because there will be longing.
I understand this sentiment well, and at the same time I also understand that it is not her fault, nor his fault.
At this moment, a luxurious carriage passed by the medical clinic. I could see its logo. Rodney once told me that it was the family crest of a nobleman.
Behind the carriage, there were many adventurers who followed, one by one, full of hostility, ignoring our group of commoners and poor people like ants.
So majestic!
After a long time, the girl raised her face with tears, begging: "Please, can I bury my brother? I don't want him to have a small gravestone... ..."
I was silent, however, she realized that she was wrong, and pleaded even more: "I am willing to give everything I have, I am willing to do everything, but I beg you to bury my brother, please, my lord... ..."
"I will bury your brother, no need..."
"Thank you, thank you, my lord, you are such a good person!" The girl cried again.
I swallowed the second half of the sentence back, and there was no need to say any more.
After the pastor confirmed that her brother had returned to the of creation, I took her to buy a coffin and searched for a cemetery. I buried the small coffin that enshrouded her brother’s body and erected a small tombstone. , Carved a line of slurred words.
The girl told me that she and her younger brother were both orphans. The mother died after giving birth to her younger brother. Therefore, her younger brother had no name. Those slurred words were the most beautiful words she could think of. Give it to her brother as the last gift.
It was her brother's birthday that day.
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