Father Song's eye sockets were sunken throughout, and he had a ventilator on his mouth, so if he wasn't close, he couldn't hear what he was saying.

"Grandpa, then you're not here, where are you going, when are you coming back?" Lu Sihao lay on the side of the bed, his immature face and his eyes were already red from crying, "Grandpa, are you going on a business trip?"

"Ahem...... Cough...... Cough...... , Yes, grandpa is going on a business trip, and the time to go this time may be a little long, Sihao must be well-behaved at home. ”

Father Song raised his hand tremblingly and stroked it lightly on Lu Sihao's little face.

"Mom, what's wrong with my dad, how can he be so sick?"

Song Qianqian stood on the edge of her father's hospital bed, looking at the medical equipment placed next to her father, and her intuition told her that her father's illness must be very serious.

"Shallow, your father was diagnosed with lung cancer half a year ago, but he was afraid that you would worry, so he kept it from you. During this time, we have been actively treating, but just last week, your father suddenly fainted and was admitted to the hospital. ”

Mother Song wiped her tears, and her whole person looked shaky.

Song Qianqian hurriedly hugged her mother in her arms, looking at her mother's silver hair and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, Song Qianqian realized that her parents were old, and they would also be sick and need to be taken care of.

But her father has been sick for more than half a year, and she, as a daughter, doesn't even know at all!

Looking at his father, who was lying on the bed, emaciated like a paper man, Song Qianqian's tears fell down.

She blamed herself in her heart, to be precise, she was too incompetent as a daughter.

"Shallow, don't cry, Dad is fine. Sooner or later, people will pass through this level, and Dad is not afraid. But you, I'm really a little relieved. ”

Father Song endured the pain in his body and tried to make himself smile.

"Dad, don't say anything, take a good rest, now that technology is so developed, don't worry, we will definitely take care of the disease." ”

When she used to watch TV dramas, whenever the people in it said this to someone who was dying, she felt extremely ridiculous, but now, she had to use this passage to comfort her father.

Song Qianqian knew how ridiculous what she said, but she couldn't care about it so much. As long as she can make her father happy, she will say whatever is ridiculous.

"Silly girl, Dad is not a three-year-old child, and I don't know my own body. Shallow, you don't have to comfort me, I think very clearly. People are always born, old, sick and die, so it's okay, I'll go over there first and take care of everything, and when you come later, we can be reunited as a family again. ”

Father Song was joking, looking at his daughter who was crying like a tearful person, and he couldn't think of any other good way to make his daughter happy.

"Dad, don't talk nonsense, you're going to be fine, really, trust me. ”

Song Qianqian couldn't hold back any longer, and suddenly knelt in front of his father's hospital bed, hiding his face and becoming painful.

Mother Song covered her face, turned around, and shed tears silently.

In the past six months, her tears have almost caught up with a river, but even so, her husband's condition has improved a little. She once said that she didn't want to cry anymore in front of her husband, but when she saw her daughter's crying and weeping eyes, she couldn't help the sadness in her heart.

People in the world are always like this: they know that crying can't solve any problems, but when they encounter sad and sad things, they still change the habit of crying.

"Alright, alright...... Don't cry, I don't have much time, let's cherish this last time as a family. ”

Father Song said softly, with an indifferent and calm look, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

Song Qianqian was unwilling, her father was not yet sixty years old, how could she say that she had cancer and got cancer, she wanted to go to the doctor to ask, but it really didn't work, so she transferred her father to a hospital in a big city, and she couldn't just watch her father, who gave birth to her, raised her, loved her, and just left.

Walking from the doctor's office, Song Qianqian was like a lost child, she didn't know what to do?

The doctor said that her father's condition spread very quickly, and if he was transferred to a major hospital now, not only would it be useless, but there might be other dangerous things due to the long journey.

The only way now is for her father to stay as he is, to eat and drink.

Song Qianqian sat on a stone bench in the garden of the hospital, looking down at the small pond not far away.

It is full of lotus flowers, and there are quite a few goldfish swimming around in it.

She never thought that there would be such a day, and she never thought that her parents would get sick, let alone that her father would leave them so early.

Even after Lu Zihao disappeared, she never thought that her family would leave her one day.

People say: Time is like a pig-killing knife?!

But in her eyes, time is a butcher's knife that will cut off the affection of life at any time. It doesn't care if you're sad or not, and it doesn't care if you can live without your loved ones.

Looking at the goldfish swimming in the pond, Song Qianqian suddenly envied them.

It is said that the goldfish only has a memory of three seconds, and it would be great if she could do the same.

"Jingle Bell ......"

At this moment, Song Qianqian's mobile phone rang.

She slowly took out the phone from her bag, looked at the name that kept flashing on the phone screen, her sad face eased a little, swiped the phone away, leaned against her ear, "Hey......"

A hoarse voice came out of her mouth, Song Qianqian was stunned for a moment, if it weren't for her still a little self-awareness, she suspected that this hoarse voice would come from her mouth.

"Shallow, is your uncle okay? Are you crying? Why does your voice sound so hoarse?"

Hearing Song Qianqian's voice, Lai Ting was stunned for a moment, it was only half a day, and Song Qianqian's voice was much hoarse, like an old woman.

"Lai Ting, what should I do......?

The latter words, Song Qianqian really couldn't speak. She held her mobile phone in one hand and covered her face with the other, and her tears of sadness rushed out of her eyes and flowed down her fingers like a flood that had burst an embankment.

"Shallow, don't cry, let's figure out something together. Wang Hao and I will bring the child over, don't be afraid, everything is with us. ”

Song Qianqian listened to Lai Ting's squirming voice, and she knew that Lai Ting must be packing up her clothes.

At this moment, her heart was warm, and no matter what, she still had these good friends by her side.

But what about Dad?

If Dad is gone, what will he do in that world when he is alone?

"Lai Ting, you don't have to come over, Yiyi is still young, besides, Wang Hao still has to go to work. There is also our dessert shop, if even you leave, Chef Wang will really be too busy alone. ”

Song snorted lightly, took out a pack of tissues from his bag, and gently wiped the tears on his face.

I don't know how long the tissue has been in her bag, and the edges of the bag have been worn off.

"But what do you do?"

Lai Ting was very worried about Song Qianqian, and from her sad tone, Lai Ting heard that she definitely needed someone who could comfort, care and negotiate at this time.

"I'm fine, really, you can stay in City A and take care of your family and our dessert shop. ”

Song Qianqian wiped her tears, but the tears in her eyes seemed to be deliberately against her, and they flowed down after wiping, as if they could never be wiped clean.

"Shallow, what kind of illness does my uncle have?

Although through the mobile phone, Lai Ting could still hear Song Qianqian's low twitching sound. Since Song Qianqian left, she was very panicked.

Song Qianqian sighed deeply, and his eyes were covered with a layer of mist again, "Lai Ting, my father has lung cancer, and it was found out half a year ago, but they are afraid that I will be worried, so they have been hiding it from me, and now my father is dying, so my mother notified me." Now my dad is on a ventilator every day, you don't know, my dad used to be so tall, but today I see him, and his whole body is thin and only skin and bones. Lai Ting, you don't know how much my heart hurts right now......"

Song Qianqian covered her face, she bit her lower lip tightly, and controlled herself from crying.

But even if she bit her lip, the pain in her heart didn't change at all.

"Lai Ting, if I can, I really want to bear all this for my father, I hope that the person who is sick is me, I can't bear to watch my father suffer this kind of torture, I regret it, why didn't I come back to visit my parents often, now he is dying, I know. I'm not filial, I'm not a good daughter......"

Song Qianqian finally couldn't help it and cried loudly. She couldn't imagine what it would be like for her to lose her father.

Maybe she didn't have much contact with her father before, and every time she called, she talked to her mother a lot. In her heart, her daughter has always been her mother's intimate little padded jacket.

As a child, she loved to play games with her father, but since she grew up, she and her father have spoken a lot less.

But even so, when she needs comfort and encouragement, she still thinks that in a distant home, she has her parents silently cheering her on and encouraging her.

Now, Dad's life has come to an end, and her heart is full of unspeakable panic.

She doesn't want her father to leave, not to mention that this departure is a lifetime!

Song Qianqian buried his head in his knees and cried loudly.

On the side of the mobile phone, she didn't know if she hung it up first, or Lai Ting hung it first, in short, after she cried like she had finished venting, the phone had already run out of power and turned off.

Watching the sun in the sky slowly set, and the surroundings began to darken, Song Qianqian realized that it was already so late.

She left the ward in the afternoon and hasn't gone back until now, so Mom and Dad must be in a hurry, right?

Song Qianqian picked up his mobile phone, threw the tissue he had wiped into the trash can on the side, and hurriedly took the bag and walked towards the ward.

The corridors of the hospital are long and quiet. Song stepped on it with a shallow high-root shoe, making a light and crisp sound.