Chapter 742 (1/2)

What's the point of living?

I don't even know what the meaning of Xia Beiqing's life is.

He doesn't count, juneshi doesn't count, and Yunci doesn't count.

Seeing Yang Shao off, Shen Zhiyu walks into the room. Xia Beiqing is sitting in a wheelchair with a pen. He doesn't know what to write. When he hears the door open, he immediately closes his notebook and tucks it into the quilt.

Shen Zhiyu came up to him, squatted down slowly, looked up at him and asked, ”what do you want to eat, or where do you want to play?”

Xia Beiqing silently took out the paper to write.

——Are you pushing me in a wheelchair? I can't even walk. How can I play?

Shen Zhiyu was speechless for a moment.

After a moment of silence, he adjusted his mood, bent up his lips and asked with a smile, ”what do you want to do, I'll accompany you, OK?”

Xia Beiqing wrote a word death on the paper.

This word deeply hurt Shen Zhiyu's eyes.

Shen Zhiyu looked at Xia Beiqing with serious eyes and said, ”what if I die with you?”

Hearing this, Xia Beiqing's expression was obviously stiff. Then, he grasped the pen in his hand and smashed Shen Zhiyu's body. The bottom of his eyes was full of anger.

Two people four eyes opposite, the air suddenly condenses, between each other is so deadlocked.

I don't know how long it took. After all, Shen Zhiyu chose to compromise first. He sighed and said powerlessly: ”he's inclined to the north. Dr. Yang said... He has a tendency of depression. You're just sick. It doesn't matter. As long as we cooperate with the doctor and cure the disease, everything will be OK.”

Xia Bei leans away his eyes indifferently and doesn't plan to pay attention to Shen's encounter.

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Shuo Guo.