In the white ward, he was lying happily on the bed, with a large number of detection devices connected to his body, and an oxygen tube inserted into his nose.

And beside the hospital bed, the old man sat quietly, a pair of old hands tightly grasping the happy right hand, and looking at the happy face with dead eyes.

It is now the second day of surgery, and nearly thirty hours have passed since the operation.

Since Xingfu was sent to the ward, the old man has been with him here, and he has never gone out again, and everything he eats and drinks is brought in by the bodyguards.

The old man's eyes were dry, his expression was dull, and his whole body seemed to shrink, but in two days, the old man seemed to have passed several years, and the whole person was much older.

The old man grabbed the happy little hand and stroked it gently, the happy hand was still so white and tender, but it didn't look the slightest bit angry.

The old man stroked his happy hand, and his eyes looked at his happy face.

How hopeful he was, happiness suddenly opened his eyes, then looked at him, and called him grandpa.

Looking at the happy pale little face, the old man reached out and wiped the little dust that seemed to exist on the happy cheek.

Gently caressing the cheeks of happiness, the cold touch made the old man's eyes moisten again, the old man took a deep breath, and then looked at the happiness on the bed, and sighed helplessly on his wrinkled face.

"Happiness, you've slept so long this time, it's time to get up. ”

"Don't you usually get up very early, and you often joke about grandpa for sleeping lazy!"

"Get up, happiness, get up quickly, Grandpa Sun is about to rise, and my family's little happiness is about to rise." ”

"Happiness, get up, get up and let grandpa hug my family be happy!"

"Get up, get up and let grandpa take you to the beach again!"

"Get up, get up and let grandpa teach you to write big characters again!"

"Get up, woo-woo......!"

The old man finally couldn't bear to cry bitterly, grabbed his happy hand and pressed it tightly against his cheek, and the two tear stains slowly slipped down.

"Happiness, get up quickly, grandpa misses you, grandpa needs you, you can't just leave grandpa alone!"

"Happiness, get up, get up and look at grandpa, look, grandpa is crying, grandpa is really crying, grandpa is a big face, happiness you get up and see!"

"Happiness, get up, as long as you wake up, grandpa will promise you everything!"

"Don't you always want to play with the kids? Grandpa accompanies you, grandpa goes with you!"

"Happiness, get up, don't you want to go to college, get up, get up, grandpa will take you there!"

"Happiness, as long as you get up, grandpa promises you, everything promises you!"

"If you want to eat cake, Grandpa asked the chef to make it for you every day. ”

"You want to swim, grandpa will take you to swim!"

"You want to go climbing, grandpa with you!"

"Didn't you always want to see Mom and Dad, get up, Grandpa will show you all the photos of Mom and Dad!"

"Happiness, get up......!"

The old man grabbed his happy hand, his face was full of wrinkles, his voice was hoarse, he had cried countless times in the past 30 hours, his throat had long been red and swollen, his eyes were dry, and his tears seemed to be about to run dry.

After criing tightly holding the hand of happiness for a while, the old man took a deep breath, slowly wiped the tears from his face, and then looked at the happiness who was still lying motionless on the bed.

The old man's heart is so empty, empty, it seems that nothing exists.

Before that, happiness was all that the old man had, and a happy life was the life of the old man.

Now, if happiness is gone, then the old man's heart seems to be gone.

He was empty, his heart was empty, and his head was empty.

Heartache?

No, there is no heart anymore, how can it still hurt.

Wiping away tears, grabbing happy hands, looking at happy faces, time passed slowly.

The sun rises and sets.

At the door of the ward, Zhang Kun walked in slowly, he looked at the happiness still lying quietly on the hospital bed, and the old man next to the bed.

The food on the coffee table in the distance didn't seem to move at all.

Zhang Kun sighed softly, then slowly walked to the bedside, stood beside the old man, looking at the old man who seemed to have aged countless times in two days at this time, Zhang Kun's heart was also very uncomfortable.

Regarding Zhang Kun's arrival, the old man just turned his head to look, then slowly turned his head and continued to look at the happiness on the hospital bed.

Nothing was said, nothing was done.

In this way, Zhang Kun's heart was even more depressed, and he turned his head to look at his happy parents floating on the hospital bed.

Happy Mom seems to have been crying for a long time, and Happy Dad is also gloomy.

After all this effort, is it still not possible in the end?

Zhang Kun also felt a low sense of loss in his heart, and kept recalling the happiness he had spent in the past half a month.

Zhang Kun stood quietly beside the bed, and didn't say anything comforting, just stood quietly, until the nurse came in to change the drip, Zhang Kun sighed silently, and then walked out of the ward, leaving the space for the old man alone.

The wife is gone, the son and daughter-in-law are gone, and now, the only granddaughter seems to be in a half-dead situation.

The old man has unlimited shopping malls in his life, and he is also a famous and surnamed bigwig on Hong Kong Island.

But such a person, in the family, is so miserable.

Widowed in middle age, widowed in old age, approaching seventy, but his only granddaughter seems to be leaving him.

Is this God's fairness? gave him a beautiful life, but also gave him a miserable old age?

If you can give the old man a choice, Zhang Kun thought to himself, the old man would probably rather be ordinary and ordinary for a lifetime, but in exchange for a safe life for his family.

Zhang Kun's departure did not attract the attention of the old man, and the old man's eyes were still staring at the happiness on the hospital bed, the pale little face.

Watching, quietly watching.

The wall clock on the wall passed bit by bit, forty-four hours, forty-five, forty-six, forty-seven, .......

Finally, the hands on the wall clock slowly pointed to three o'clock in the morning.

The old man's hands began to tremble, and he looked at the happiness of the hospital bed.

It's been forty-eight hours......!