Chapter 208: Heaven Is Nearby
"Thank you! Thank you DJ, I want to order some songs!"
The girl's crying had not stopped yet, but it was a little better than before. Although her speech was a little intermittent, I could still hear clearly what she was saying.
"Okay, what song do you want to hear? Do you need any special blessings, complaints or messages?"
Zheng Xiuheng actually likes the emotional connection part. He feels very special when listening to other people's stories over the phone. Zheng Xiuheng doesn't know whether this habit is good or not, but there is no doubt that it makes him more devoted to his work.
“No, I don’t know!”
"I, I want to order a song for my grandma, for my grandma..."
Zheng Xiuheng seemed to have understood something from these intermittent words, and his expression became a little depressed, as if he felt the girl's mood and roughly guessed why she was crying so sadly.
"Okay, before I hang up, do you have anything to say to Grandma?"
"I, I, I love you, grandma, forever... woooo, woooooo!"
The call was suddenly hung up amid the crying. Not only Zheng Xiuheng, but even the audience sensed something. In fact, the operator answered the call because the girl was crying and felt that the reason for the call was special. Perhaps the girl did not expect to be connected.
"There are many firsts in life. When my loved ones left for the first time, I didn't have much time to be sad, because I was in poor health when I was a child, so I fainted and it took me a whole day to wake up. After waking up, I cried so hard that I fainted again. When I woke up again, I became much quieter. This lasted for a very long time, but I don't know if it was because of the fainting that the time I was sad was shortened..."
"That was the most painful first time in my life. Maybe you felt the same as I did just now!"
"Actually, at the end of today's show, I wanted to tell a story about my friend, or should I say my stepsister, but it seems that there is no time for that now. My lovely stepsister, I'm sorry that I can't give you the last song!"
Zheng Xiuheng originally wanted to send encouragement to Kim HyunA through the radio and tell her story. Although she might not be able to hear it, Zheng Xiuheng just wanted to do it. However, facing the request of a girl who lost her loved ones, Zheng Xiuheng could not ignore it.
After taking a long breath and exhaling, Zheng Xiuheng's expression became a little sad, as if he remembered something: "When people face the death of their loved ones, there will always be someone by your side to comfort you, hoping that you will be strong and not let your relatives and friends worry, because they all love you and care about you... But how can such a thing be done?"
"So, if you are sad, if you are heartbroken, you can cry, you can wail loudly, or even hide in a corner and cry silently, because the person you love most has left. But..."
"I never feel that the people who truly love you have left. Maybe they are right beside you, very close to you..."
I look more like my mother, but I am more like my father in character.
Therefore, Zheng Xiuheng often thinks of them at special moments, and their appearances always appear in his mind. Zheng Xiuheng doesn't know whether the spirit is really immortal, because...
"No one can take away everything you have. Maybe heaven is right beside you. Your tears will move or sadden her, and your love will make her feel satisfied and happy. Maybe she is flying to a place where no one can find her . If you don't want to forget her, then hold on to her... because you are both by each other's side. So don't be sad for the sake of sadness. You can cry, but you can't immerse yourself in sadness alone, because when you come to your senses, she has left and gone to a place you will never find!"
"A song called 'A Place Nearby' is for you and your grandma."
Zheng Xiuheng looked a little tired after he finished speaking. Soft and gentle music started playing and the staff became unusually quiet. Han Zhiyuan on the side lowered her head, holding the paintbrush tightly in her right hand, tears welling up in her eyes. I don't know what she was thinking about.
A beautiful and gentle female voice sounded softly at this time...
"I enter the room
Sat by you bed all through the night
I watched your daily fight
I hardly knew
The pain was almost more than I could bear
And still I hear
Your last words to me
Heaven is a place nearby
So I won't be so far away
And if you try and look for me
Maybe you'll find me SMeday
Heaven is a place nearby
So there's no need to say goodbye
I wanna ask you not to cry
I'll always be by your side, I will be with you through life and death..."
He took off his glasses and rubbed his red eyes. For the first time, Zheng Xiuheng showed a vulnerable expression on his face. It had been a long, long time since he felt this way...
"If Dad and Mom were still alive, maybe it wouldn't be so hard, right?"
"If they were still here, you wouldn't be so lonely, right?"
“I miss them so much…”
When you want to get into a person's heart, the most important thing is not how you approach, but whether he is really willing to open his heart. The fragility hidden under the strong appearance may never be understood by anyone.
Because in just a moment, the fragility disappeared and was covered up by other expressions.
Perhaps there is someone you are close to, but you have never truly understood him or her.
“Heaven is a place very near
So I won't be far from you
If you try to find me
Maybe one day you will find me
If you try to find me
Maybe one day you will find me
Heaven is a very near place
Heaven is a very near place
So there's no need to say goodbye
I want to warn you not to cry
I will always be by your side..."
“Wow!”
Amid the gentle singing, the girl who had called earlier sat on the bed and cried even more sadly, her tears falling like a kite with a broken string.
The girl's pretty face was full of pain. It turned out that life was so fragile. She thought she could accompany her grandmother for three months, but everything happened so quickly. When she thought about her grandmother holding her hand and saying gently before she left, "Come on, my lovely granddaughter," the girl felt extremely painful.
Zheng Xiuheng did not recognize the girl's voice, and the girl did not recognize Zheng Xiuheng's voice. Perhaps the two of them did not care about this at all, but the emotion was being transmitted to each other through the radio waves.
Park In-jeong's tears kept falling. No one knew whether her heart had been comforted, and no one knew how long she would cry...
But facing this for the first time, everything is understandable.
"I am here with you while you wait for the sunrise. I hope I can bring you a little warmth on this cold night. When the sun comes out again, please put aside all your sorrows and embrace life again. Only in this way, everything from yesterday will become meaningful today. This is our life."
Seoul at night has become quiet at this moment. After leaving MBC, Zheng Xiuheng came to a general hospital not far away.
After greeting the nurse, Zheng Xiuheng walked in with light steps and soon arrived at the ward where Kim Hyun-a was.
“Crack!”
The doorknob made a slight sound, and the door was gently opened. The street light outside shone in from the gap, and Zheng Xiuheng also looked in. The figure on the bed did not react, and seemed to be asleep.
I carefully opened the door and walked in. I came to the bed and found Kim Hyun-ah curled up and sleeping on her side, looking like a little animal. It was a bit heartbreaking.
Zheng Xiuheng moved the chair in the corner to the bedside and sat down. He looked at the girl and sighed softly.
The work was over, and Zheng Xiuheng returned to reality. When he left MBC, he stood in the lobby and looked at himself in the mirror. He really didn't look gentle at all. He was a little curious about what Han Zhiyuan said, and also a little curious if there was really anyone who could draw a sketch like him?
But seeing this curled up girl, Zheng Xiuheng did become gentle. At this moment, Zheng Xiuheng couldn't explain it clearly. Maybe it was because this girl said she was lonely when they first met, and also explained that they were the same, which made him feel recognized.
This is the first girl who saw his heart, the first and only girl so far. Compared to the hard work... the loneliness is more deadly.
Looking at Kim Hyun-ah's right hand tightly grasping the bed sheet, Zheng Xiuheng reached out and gently pried it open, then grabbed it in his hand, then pulled the quilt up a little, and sat on the edge of the bed in a daze.
As for what he is thinking, only he himself knows, but one thing is certain, Zheng Xiuheng is also thinking about his meeting with Kim Hyun-a's parents tomorrow.
The next day.
"What? Stepsiblings?"
The middle-aged man with a slightly bald head and wearing a black suit looked at the man and woman sitting in the middle of the sofa and asked with a frown, looking a little surprised.
