Ji Naitang looks at Cen Muqi in a daze. He didn't expect that Cen Muqi would hear him, not to mention that he not only heard, but also responded to him.

CEN Muqi pushed Feng Yan, who was sitting in a wheelchair, to Ji Naitang's direction for a few steps, and then asked, "where is your mother? Is that your mother who I saw just now

Ji Naitang nodded. Cen Muqi looked at him curiously. He thought that a child about ten years old with such a silent look in his eyes seemed very strange.

"What are you upset about? Is hospitalization too boring? "

"I miss my brother."

"And your brother?"

Ji Naitang's eyes sank, which was mixed with some sadness. He shook his head in silence. Cen Muqi could probably guess what this meant.

"You are still young, and you have a long way to go in your life. If you are always so unhappy, it will be very difficult."

"I don't like this life. I don't want to live."

"But only by living can we meet more and better people and things. In fact, it's very easy to die, but after death, there is nothing left. We can't taste any bitterness and bitterness."

"I don't have any sweet, only bitter."

When Ji Moyu was alive, he would feel that it was sweet to get along with his brother, but now Ji Moyu is no longer here. What else is sweet in his life.

"Why do you think so? How old are you, and you think it's going to be hard? " CEN Muqi has never met such a child, but he will not find it difficult to understand, because his mother, Feng Yan, who was sitting beside him, committed suicide a while ago and was sent to the hospital for rescue for a long time before he was rescued.

At that time, because I was afraid that they would stop me, I cut my wrist and fell back from the stairs. Now my left leg is broken and I have been in the hospital for more than two months.

CEN Muqi turns his head and looks at Feng Yan. Although he is rescued, he is not angry because of depression. He is just like the child in front of him. He is always worried.

"What's your name?" CEN Muqi asked Ji Naitang, but he didn't get an answer. He said, "if you feel too bitter, you can try to eat something sweet."

Ji Naitang stares at him. He feels that the boy wants to make himself happy, just like Ji Moyu tried to coax him when he was unhappy.

"Naitang."

My name is Ji Naitang.

CEN Muqi heard and said with a smile: "milk sugar is really sweet, but I don't have it now." He touched his pocket, took out a lollipop from his pocket, handed it to Ji Naitang and asked, "there is one lollipop. Do you want to eat a lollipop?"

Ji Naitang reached out to take the lollipop. Cen Muqi said, "when you grow up, you will know that many of the experiences we feel miserable will be relieved in the end, but the premise is to live. Only by living can we live better. We don't need to get rid of those hardships, because those are all experiences."

After he said that, he laughed again: "I told a child of you, you may not understand, it doesn't matter. Anyway, when you feel bitter, you will eat sugar. Don't always think about death. If you die, no one will miss your brother. How lonely your brother is."

"But I will not see him alive."

"In the dream, if you live well, your brother will come to see you in your dream. If you die, he can't find you, and you can't see him."

Ji Naitang clenched the sugar in his hand, thought for a while and said, "then I want to live."

"That's good."

CEN Muqi said and looked at Feng Yan, who didn't say a word. He murmured: "how many people can't live if they want to live, so those of us who can live should live well."