The boy handed over the tissue, but she didn't take the tissue in his hand for a long time, just half-squatted on the ground, lying in the arms of this mother who had always missed her mother, without crying loudly, without tears, just wanting to be quietly with this last moment.

"Mom gave it to you!" the boy pulled out a white envelope from his bag, containing a thick layer of stationery.

Xia Qing took the envelope in his hand, slowly opened it and saw that the clear and powerful handwriting was clear and powerful, and she could recognize it at a glance as her mother's beautiful handwriting.

Seeing a few pieces of letterhead, a thick stack, and there were traces of dried tears on the paper, Xia Qing thought to herself how tormented she was when she wrote these letters, or whether she had dried up all her tears.

"Child, when you read this letter, maybe I am no longer in this world, don't be sad, don't be sad, everything is a mother's certainty, your father is a good father, and you must obey him in everything in the future. What he told you on the phone before was fake, he didn't feel sorry for his mother, but his mother was sorry for the two of you ...... parents."

In the letter, she said everything, and Xia Qing suddenly understood that her indifference to her father over the years was a deep misunderstanding.

And the boy in front of her turned out to be adopted by her, he was a Chinese child who lived with her mother many years ago.

The boy handed over the tissue again, she just shook her head and didn't answer, he took the initiative to wipe away her tears, and said to her slowly: "Mom wants to go back to China, you must take her home?"

Xia Qing took the tissue he was wiping her tears with, nodded slightly, and when she was about to stand up, her brain shook and she suddenly fainted.

It turns out that when people are heartbroken, they really faint.

Then came the boy's various cries in her ears, and she only felt herself being gently embraced in her arms, and the doctor's various commands.

When she woke up, it was already two o'clock in the morning, although it was late at night, but it was not quiet, and the hallway was still filled with the sound of "tick-tock" walking, and the sound of noisy medical staff talking constantly.

Her brother, who is not related by blood, was already asleep lying next to her bed, probably not sleeping for the past two days, and even the movement of her getting out of bed did not wake him up.

Gently covering him with a blanket, she couldn't help but walk to the windowsill, where the lights were on.

A familiar figure appeared in her eyes downstairs, and she deliberately bent down to look at it in order to make sure that she was not mistaken.

"Sister, what are you going to do?

He opened his eyes in a daze, and just saw Xia Qing who was bending down, thinking that she couldn't think about it, so he ran over and hugged her.

"Let me go. Xia Qing kept struggling to pull his hand away, his eyes were still staring at the figure with his head buried in the chair downstairs, and under the light of the street lamp, the figure was unusually lonely.

"Don't think about it, my mother will be sad, I haven't seen my parents when I'm so old, and I haven't thought about it!" he said in a crying voice.

"You let go of me first, it's not that I can't open it, I'm looking at the person below. Xia Qing used all his strength to say it loudly, and he let go of his hand.

She looked at the man downstairs, who was still sitting motionless in the chair, and she didn't care to put on her coat, so she ran out thinly.

She was not very familiar with this building, and she didn't know where the elevator entrance was, so she chose to run on the stairwell from the fourth floor to the first floor, the winter wind penetrated her whole body, and she felt that her bones were cold.

When she ran downstairs, the man was no longer in the chair, and all that appeared in front of her was an empty chair and the dim light.

"Han Chen, Han Chen, Han Chen. Her voice seemed to penetrate the entire hospital, in fact, Han Chen was next to the flower bed next to her, Xia Qing's appearance also surprised him, he looked at his haggard face, and his untidy clothes, he didn't come out, and quietly hid aside.

"Sister, sister!"

He ran over from behind breathlessly and put a coat on her, although he didn't know what was going on, but from Xia Qing's expression he knew that something must have happened.

"Sister, who did you see?" he asked, looking at Xia Qing.

Xia Qing didn't speak, shook his head gently, straightened the coat on his shoulders, and messy hair, turned around and walked towards the stairwell, every step was so heavy, as if he had been electrocuted, he didn't dare to take a step.

There was a crying voice in the stairwell, very quiet, but revealing a lot of sadness.

At two o'clock in the morning in Los Angeles, the air was full of sadness, compared to living on the streets two days ago, and now the heart is like ashes, it has become a stark contrast, there is still a little hope, there is still a little expectation, at least there is a belief in my heart, my mother is still alive and well on a street in Los Angeles.

Now she is in this strange city, not knowing where to go or where to go.

"According to the requirements here, my mother will be sent to be cremated tomorrow morning, do you have any other requirements?" he asked Xia Qing softly.

She let out a long sigh, and while holding on to the escalator of the stairs, her steps on the net suddenly stopped, and she looked back at him behind her and said, "In this bustling city, you know more than me, know more, know more, and are more familiar, you can arrange everything." Thank you!"

The sudden thank you made him a little confused, where was the stupid leng.

"Actually, my mother was going to pick you up at the airport that day, and I took a leave of absence, and on my way back, I received a call from a neighbor, and she was already in the hospital. He said slowly.

"How long has she been sick?" Xia Qing asked suddenly.

Xia Qing's words overwhelmed him, and it seemed to sting him for a moment, in fact, when he knew, her mother had been sick for more than half a year, and he also inadvertently found that she was eating less and less, and even didn't eat, he secretly learned from her that when she didn't eat, she was alone in the room when the sweat was painful, and she always endured it and never said it.

One western afternoon, he quietly walked into her room, found the key in the closet, and realized that the locker was the stomach cancer medicine and painkillers she had been secretly taking, and when he saw the bottles of different sizes, tears flowed all over his cheeks.

Looking at the doctor's test sheet, the words "advanced stomach cancer" are like a smooth and sharp needle, inserted deep into the heart.

When he knew, he didn't know how to interpret his mood or how to put his emotions, so he had to pretend not to know, but he would spend a lot of time with her.

But in the dead of night, accompanied by the sound of his heartbreak crying, he tossed and turned, and it was difficult to sleep.

Life is like this, and sometimes, it only takes a moment to go from being full of joy to despairing.

After two years of struggle, all that comes up now is a sense of powerlessness, after all, it can't withstand the arrangement of fate, and everything seems to have lost its meaning.