Afternoon.

Yang Zhuolin was driving in front, and Lin Qingyao was sitting in the back chatting with Song He as usual, and they always seemed to have endless topics to talk about.

After going to the hospital for an examination, the doctor said that Song He's condition was indeed better than before, but this did not change the final result.

The doctor comforted Yang Zhuolin: "Let the patient maintain a good attitude, even if she can't completely defeat the disease, but it can buy her more time." ”

"Then how much time does she have?" Yang Zhuolin clenched his fists, his nails embedded in the flesh and he didn't know it, because it was his heart that hurt the most at this moment.

"Three months at most, about a month at the minimum. The doctor cruelly told the truth, "With the current rate of spread of her cancer cells, it is really difficult to survive this year." ”

It's only July now, and even if I'm lucky enough to live to the longest three months, it's only October, and I really can't survive this year.

"I see, thank you, doctor. Yang Zhuolin nodded sadly, but the moment he turned around and left the office, he tried to smile again.

No matter how bad Song He's situation is, he can't show it in front of her and bring her a psychological burden, so he can only bury his sadness and face it with a smile.

When Lin Qingyao saw him, he greeted him and asked, "Ah Lin, how is Mom's condition?"

Song He knew Yang Zhuolin's thoughts, and pretended to be relaxed: "Yaoyao, don't ask him in front of me, he won't tell the truth, wait for the night to lie in the bed and ask quietly." ”

Lin Qingyao: "......"

Ask at night, ask at night, why do you have to deliberately add three words in the bed, how embarrassed is she that people come and go in this corridor?

Yang Zhuolin took Lin Qingyao's hand: "Don't listen to Mom's nonsense, Mom's situation is much better, we can go and take a family photo at any time." ”

Lin Qingyao showed her joy at the right time: "Really, then when are we going to shoot?"

Yang Zhuolin followed out and paid attention to Song He: "There are too many people on the weekend, go on Wednesday afternoon, and you can take a leave of absence." ”

"Okay!" Lin Qingyao took Song He's arm, "Mom, you can go take a family photo, there's nothing to worry about now, right?"

Song He snorted twice: "Even if this kid has a conscience, even if he hates taking pictures, he is willing to take us to take a family photo!"

It was still a little early when they left the hospital, so they went to the mall first, and then had dinner upstairs in the food court, and the family was happy.

Song He, who had difficulty going out after getting sick, sighed: "I haven't come out to eat for a long time." ”

Yang Zhuolin was ashamed, it was his negligence: "Mom, it's all my fault, I should often take you out." ”

Song He denied a little embarrassed: "You are really an elm head, I am obviously implying that you should often bring Yaoyao out." ”

She really didn't blame Yang Zhuolin, but she was inspired by the atmosphere of the restaurant, and she was reluctant to spend this money when she often came out to eat.

"Huh?" Lin Qingyao didn't expect the topic to suddenly come to her, and hurriedly said, "No, no, it's good to eat at home, delicious and hygienic!"

There is a theater upstairs, and after eating, Song He asked Yang Zhuolin to take Lin Qingyao to watch a movie, and took a taxi back by himself, Yang Zhuolin was not at ease and insisted on delivering it himself.

Lin Qingyao didn't want to watch a movie, as far as their real relationship was concerned, it would only be embarrassing in the theater, so she excused herself that it was rare to not have to work overtime on weekends, and she wanted to go back to rest early.

In this way, Song He is not easy to force, but he feels a little guilty, feeling that he has dragged down their relationship, and he is really thinking about the two of them all the time.