flstandardbreds Chapter 149 He's really useless; he can't keep anything.
Chapter 149 He's really useless; he can't keep anything.
Yu Hansheng's smile slowly shattered in front of Cheng Cuo.
For a moment, the world spun around him, and when he came to his senses, Cheng Cuo found himself downstairs in his own building.
It was no longer the house his mother left him, but the rented house Cheng Cuo moved to with Xiao Ju Zi in Huaicheng.
When Cheng Cuo was in college, he almost went hungry for a long time.
Therefore, he often has to stay at home and eat instant noodles.
Sometimes, even after finishing instant noodles, I still feel so hungry that my stomach hurts.
Therefore, he always did part-time jobs to earn money for food.
One day, someone anonymously introduced him to a job.
With Cheng Cuo's intelligence, he was quite adept at being a hacker.
The person who claimed to be the boss never revealed his name and would often secretly send him red envelopes (cash gifts).
In order not to arouse Cheng Cuo's suspicion.
Every time Cheng Cuo felt embarrassed to return the money, he would say it was a tip given to him because he had done a good job.
When Yu Hansheng was working as a singer, he would stand under the streetlight downstairs from Cheng Cuo's house whenever he had free time, staring at Cheng Cuo's house for a very long time.
He was never absent, regardless of the season.
However, Yu Hansheng would always cover his mouth to suppress his cough.
His face showed a sadness and desolation that Cheng Cuo had never seen before.
Cheng Cuo moved closer and could faintly smell the stench of blood.
Yu Hansheng leaned against the lamppost, straightened his back, and looked at Cheng Cuo's room with the lights on.
Yu Hansheng reluctantly left only after the lights were turned off.
Until one day, the light in Cheng Cuo's room never came on again.
Yu Hansheng waited patiently for the moment the lights would come on.
It was only then that he dared to set off for Cheng Cuo's house and knock on the door.
Cheng Cuo frowned almost imperceptibly, a nameless emotion welling up in his heart.
Based on this timeline, it seems as if he died suddenly and entered a nightmare game.
When no one answered the door, Yu Hansheng panicked and immediately took out the key he had prepared beforehand and opened the door.
As expected, Yu Hansheng could only see a fluffy head lying on the table; the computer screen was already off.
Cheng Cuo stopped breathing, remained motionless, and had a peaceful expression, as if he were asleep.
Seeing yourself die is a truly strange feeling.
Cheng Cuo floated in the air, her feelings complicated.
Overwhelmed by the shock, Yu Hansheng could no longer hold back and vomited a mouthful of dark red blood, which covered his entire palm.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his fingers trembling as he couldn't believe it.
In the end, Yu Hansheng could only leave with Xiao Juzi in his arms, making proper arrangements for Cheng Cuo's funeral.
Despite suffering from a terminal illness, Cheng Cuo passed away before him.
He's really useless; he can't keep anything.
Yu Hansheng thought dejectedly.
The image freezes, then shatters once more before Cheng Cuo's eyes.
A moment later, Yu Hansheng came into view, sitting in an empty classroom.
He rested his head on his hands and lay quietly on the table, his eyes slightly closed as if he were asleep.
His refined and handsome lips were tightly pursed, and his fingers were slender and thin.
But the pen in his hand kept writing, scratching and scratching.
Before Cheng Cuo could see it clearly, Yu Hansheng opened her eyes and carefully put away the prayer ribbon she had written.
It's a pity I couldn't see what was written on it.
Cheng Cuo only saw Yu Hansheng take a book out of the table; it was a book written by Yu Xiuhua.
Cheng Cuo doesn't read much, but he does know this author.
Yu Hansheng gradually disappeared before his eyes, and Cheng Cuo reached out his fingers to try and grab him, but he couldn't.
The summer sun was blazing, and the cicadas were chirping incessantly.
The windows were wide open, letting in slivers of sunlight; a gentle breeze stirred the light and shadows.
The books were blown open, as if someone were turning the pages.
With a whoosh, the book's first page was blown open.
A single osmanthus blossom drifted down onto the page of the book.
"I Love You" by Yu Xiuhua.
Living a mundane life, fetching water, cooking, and taking medicine on time every day.
When the sun is shining, I put myself in it, like putting a piece of dried tangerine peel in a container.
Drink different teas in rotation: chrysanthemum, jasmine, rose, and lemon.
These beautiful things seem to be leading me towards spring.
So I repeatedly suppressed the snow in my heart.
They are too white, too close to spring.
I read your poems in the clean courtyard. These are the human emotions.
Like a sparrow suddenly flying by.
Time shines brightly. I am not suited to be heartbroken.
If I were to send you a book, I wouldn't send you poetry.
I want to give you a book about plants and crops.
Tell you the difference between rice and barnyard grass
Let me tell you about the constant anxiety of a barnyard grass.
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