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Chapter 1165 Nods with emotion

Zhao Aimin's eyes flashed with unspeakable melancholy: "I'm not normal anymore, Xiaoyu. This disease has ruined everything for me. I can't even fight for the old neighborhood and protect the 'flower on the corner'."

Xiaoyu was speechless for a moment. She held Zhao Aimin's face, her eyes filled with tears: "We can't give up, and we can't let you sink into this disease. We will find a treatment. No matter what, I will never leave you."

However, Zhao Aimin's condition gradually spiraled out of control, and his behavior became increasingly unpredictable. The doctor told Xiaoyu that there is currently no effective treatment and he can only try to alleviate the symptoms. Xiaoyu experienced countless nights of insomnia during her days in the hospital. She insisted on staying by Zhao Aimin's side, even though he could no longer understand her existence.

As Zhao Aimin's condition worsened, news gradually spread to every corner of the old neighborhood. The residents were in disbelief when they heard the shocking news. Zhao Aimin, who was once their leader and inspiration, is now in such trouble.

At a residents' meeting, everyone fell silent. The originally lively discussion became silent at this moment, and everyone's face was full of shock and helplessness. The unity of the old neighborhood seemed to have suffered an unprecedented blow. Without their leader, they seemed a little confused.

Xiaoyu stood up at this time, her voice choked with sobs: "Everyone, I know this news is a heavy blow to us. But we can't stop because of this, we must continue to walk, for the sake of Laojie District, for ‘the flower on the corner’.”

Her determination revived some residents, who nodded tacitly to show their continued support. However, the overall atmosphere is still shrouded in silence, as if the old neighborhood has lost its former vitality.

Zhao Aimin's home also became quiet, and he was sent home to recuperate. Xiaoyu tried her best to take care of him, but looking at his weakening body, her feeling of powerlessness became stronger and stronger. Sometimes, she would sit by the bed and look out the window silently, wondering what the future would be like.

Among the residents of the old neighborhood, one resident who usually rarely expresses his opinions spoke up. He is an old man in the old neighborhood. He is very old and has always been unknown. He slowly stood up and said in a trembling voice: "Haha, young man, don't be discouraged just because of a little setback. This old neighborhood has experienced ups and downs, and we can always get through it."

The old man's words broke the silence of the residents. They all looked at the weather-beaten old man, as if waiting for his encouragement.

Xiaoyu also raised his head and looked at the old man, with a surge of hope in his heart: "You are right, we cannot stagnate because of difficulties. Zhao Aimin's illness is a test, but we cannot let the people in the old neighborhood The future is depressed because of this.”

Other residents also began to express their opinions, and everyone expressed their willingness to work together to continue to maintain the cultural heritage of the old neighborhood. Although Zhao Aimin cannot lead everyone personally, they believe that everyone can contribute to this common goal.

In this dilemma, residents of the old neighborhoods began to reorganize and look for a new way of leadership. They decided to form a committee to discuss and make decisions about the old neighborhood. The decision was met with some skepticism at first, but after residents worked together, the committee was finally formed.

The first order of business for the committee is to move forward with the Flower on the Corner conservation plan. Although Zhao Aimin's illness made the plan more difficult, everyone realized that this was the best way to protect the culture of the old neighborhood.

In the process, Xiaoyu became a member of the committee, and she knew the importance of this mission. Every day, she would spend time with Zhao Aimin and tell him about the committee's affairs, as if hoping that the news would warm his heart.

Although Zhao Aimin's physical condition is deteriorating, his eyes are full of encouragement. Perhaps, he knew that he could no longer participate in person, but his desire for the old neighborhood to continue moving forward was still deeply buried in his heart.

In a corner of the old neighborhood, there is a historic building that witnesses the passage of time and carries the memories of the residents. The exterior wall of this house is mottled with graffiti and the windows are hung with ancient curtains, which seem to tell the story of the prosperity and vicissitudes of the old neighborhood.

The committee decided to renovate the house and turn it into a cultural center for the old neighborhood. This proposal has been unanimously supported by residents, because they hope that through this house, the history and culture of the old neighborhood can be passed down, so that future generations can better understand the story of this place.

Xiaoyu became the person in charge of this renovation project, and she knew the weight of this mission. One day, she stood in front of this old house, staring at the mottled walls, her heart filled with awe and a sense of responsibility.

"This house carries our memories, and we want it to continue to shine." Xiaoyu said with firm eyes.

Members of the committee agreed and decided to jointly invest in the renovation plan through fundraising and voluntary labor. With the joint efforts of the residents, this old house gradually regained new vitality.

One day, when Zhao Aimin heard about this plan, a trace of relief flashed in his eyes. Although his body could no longer move, his heart beat with everyone in the old neighborhood. He knew that even if he couldn't participate personally, his dream would live on in this old house.

The renovation project is in full swing, and the residents have carefully decorated this old house and turned it into a place integrating exhibitions, cultural exchanges, and artistic performances. It has become the spiritual home of the residents of the old neighborhood and attracts many tourists to visit.

In a cultural event, residents took to the stage one after another to show off their talents. Although the old neighborhood has lost its former glory, this cultural center has given residents a sense of pride and they have rediscovered their sense of existence.

Zhao Aimin was lying on the hospital bed, looking at the lively scene outside the cultural center through the window. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he was rejoicing in the revival of the old neighborhood.

Xiaoyu walked up to him and said softly: "Your dream has finally come true, and the old neighborhood has regained its vitality."

Zhao Aimin nodded slightly, his eyes full of satisfaction: "This is everyone's effort and our common dream. Although I can't personally participate, I feel extremely gratified to see the future of the old neighborhood thriving in everyone's hands."

Although the cultural center of the old neighborhood has become the pride of residents, Zhao Aimin's condition has become increasingly serious. In the hospital bed, he often felt exhausted, but still tried his best to maintain a determined expression.

One day, Xiao Yu stood at the door of Zhao Aimin's ward, looking at his pale face, and felt a sense of powerlessness in her heart. She is well aware of Zhao Aimin's dedication and persistence, and also understands his deep feelings for the old neighborhood.

"Mr. Zhao Aimin, your physical condition is getting worse and worse. We should ask someone to take care of you so that you can rest better." Xiaoyu suggested softly.

Zhao Aimin smiled slightly and waved his hand: "Don't worry too much, I can still persist for a while. The affairs of the old neighborhood still require everyone's joint efforts, and I can't let everyone worry because of my temporary weakness."

Xiaoyu lowered her head and was silent for a while. She was well aware of Zhao Aimin's persistence, but at the same time she was worried about his physical condition. In her heart, Zhao Aimin is not only the soul of the old neighborhood, but also her mentor and role model.

Members of the committee also began to realize the changes in Zhao Aimin's condition, and they expressed their willingness to take turns taking care of him. Although affairs in the old neighborhood have been relatively stable, Zhao Aimin's physical condition has become a source of worry for everyone.

One day, members of the committee took turns visiting Zhao Aimin in the ward. Everyone sat around the bed, some staying with him silently, and some chatting about the current situation in the old neighborhood. Despite the heavy atmosphere in the ward, everyone tried to maintain a lighthearted conversation and laughter.

Zhao Aimin felt this care. He smiled and said: "I know everyone cares about me, and I am very grateful. The future of the old neighborhood is left to you. I believe you can protect this land."

The committee members nodded in agreement, determination shining in their eyes. At this moment, everyone seems to understand more clearly that the cultural inheritance of the old neighborhood is not only the responsibility of Zhao Aimin alone, but also the shared responsibility of the residents.

And in such care, Zhao Aimin seemed to find some comfort. He closed his eyes, feeling the company and support of the residents, and his heart was filled with expectations for the future of the old neighborhood.

The committee decided to develop a detailed care plan to ensure that Zhao Aimin received the best care. At the same time, everyone will also devote more attention to the cultural inheritance and development of the old neighborhood and work hard to fulfill Zhao Aimin's wish.

The days flowed quietly in the old neighborhood, and the committee members were still busy, although they often worried about Zhao Aimin's illness. The lights were dim beside Zhao Aimin's bed, and the ward was filled with an aura of peace.

One sunny afternoon, the sun shone through the curtains on Zhao Aimin's face. His breathing gradually became steady, with a faint smile on his face. Xiaoyu in front of the bed gently closed a book and looked at Zhao Aimin.

"He left quietly." Xiaoyu's voice was filled with sadness.

The members of the committee walked into the ward one after another. Looking at the calm expression on Zhao Aimin's face, emotions surged in their hearts. At the moment when the soul of this old neighborhood leaves, it seems that the entire space is immersed in solemnity.

“He is the persistence of the old neighborhood and a role model for us,” one member whispered.

"Yes, without him, there would be no old neighborhood today." Another member nodded with emotion.

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