In fact, Chen Feng is also in a dilemma. He did so for two reasons.

First, for the sake of Qingshui's health, she is naturally not suitable for emotion at this time. And deep sleep is the best cure for a frightened and hungry group like her.

Second, it is also because of the old man's order. Wen Qingshui was still checking, so the old man called him. The old man humbly asked him not to let Song Xijun and Qing Shui talk. He said that tomorrow he would come and explain everything to Qing Shui in person.

Although Chen Feng didn't know what to explain. But he knew it must be something very important.

Song Xijun walked into the ward in despair. He saw that Qing Shui had already slept, but his brows were still furrowed.

He walked over and gently smoothed her brow. After staring for a while, he looked at the large bag full of electrolyte water, and then walked into the bathroom next to him blankly.

After coming out, he had been sitting mechanically beside her, watching her all the time. I still think about the injustice of Qingshui by doing this. She has suffered so many grievances, and does she still need to make her understand the abuser?

But then he hated his escape. He didn't have a hunch? He did! But he let it go, didn't he?

Until the nurse came in and pulled out the needle, and put Wen Qingshui's arm into the quilt. He came back to his senses a little.

Song Xijun did not go to the escort bed, but went directly to Qingshui's hospital bed. He was afraid of squeezing into the green water, so he lay down next to the bed. hugged the sleeping Wen Qingshui tightly in his arms. Holding her in his arms and leaving all his troubles behind for the time being, he got endless satisfaction, and soon he fell asleep.

He is also too tired, since Qingshui's accident, he has been anxious and nervous, and has been relying on perseverance to support.

Although he didn't take a tranquilizer, it was almost the same. Almost fell asleep. Always alert, he slept so much that he didn't even know that anyone had entered the house.

The man's steps were very light, and he did not move when he entered the ward, but stood quietly at the end of the bed.

Today happened to be the last day of the waning moon, and the night outside was already gray, and the man was standing in the shadows again. I can only dimly see that the dress is very neutral, and the person is also thin, not only does it not make people see the appearance clearly, but also the gender cannot be distinguished.

The man looked at the two men who were hugging each other. There was no movement, and it was impossible to see the person's emotions, and in the end, the person just sighed softly.

Suddenly, there was a soft snap outside, very little, but the man heard it anyway. The figure disappeared into the room in a flash.

Then Tang Long quickly pushed open the door, as if he had found something, but he searched for a long time, looked quietly, and finally left with a little doubt.

The next day, the early morning sun shone into the ward. Song Xijun woke up first. He looked at Wen Qingshui blankly. Maybe it's too tired, maybe it's because the medicine hasn't passed yet, in short, Wen Qingshui has no signs of waking up. It's just that he could see that she was also sleeping unsteadily and sweating a lot.

"Qingshui, don't be afraid, I'm here!" Song Xijun said and grabbed her hand.

Maybe even in her sleep, she sensed his warmth. She finally calmed down.

"Hasn't the girl woken up yet?" The old man walked in with a crutch, followed by Wang Qi.

After a night's rest, it seems that except for Song Xijun, everyone else is recovering well. Song Xijun hugged Qingshui for the first time, and he didn't sleep too well. Because he hid deep self-blame and guilt in his heart.

"Let's go! let's go out and talk!"

Song Xijun looked at Wen Qingshui, who was still sleeping, and finally nodded, and followed the old man quietly outside.

"Your mind is not in the Song clan now. So yesterday in the matter of the Song family, I made some decisions for you. The police department has temporarily blocked the news of the village. It was also because of the later explosion that there was not much evidence left. The contract has been handed over to Lian Yi and his team. At the same time, I asked Mr. Zhang to cooperate with him. And ......"

Song Xijun interrupted the old man's words.

"Grandpa, Gao Moyun is really your ......"

"Xijun, you have grown so big, I have always cultivated you carefully, and I have never asked you for anything, this is the first and last time!" the old man also avoided his question.

For the first time, Song Xijun really felt that his grandfather was old! His vicissitudes of life made him swallow back the words he had been thinking about for a long time.

"Old man, Wen Qingshui has woken up!" Wang Qi walked over and whispered.

Song Xijun raised his head instantly, and just as he was about to stand up, the old man patted his hand.

"Let me go! you wait for me here!"

The hope in the old man's eyes can be seen by anyone, and he can't bear to erase him. What's more, it's Song Xijun.

It can be said that after this night, although Song Xijun still can't figure out many things, there is one thing he has already figured out. He has no right or ability to manage the affairs of the previous generation. He can't control the past. But he and Wen Qingshui's future, he will and must grasp it.

"I can not pursue it this time, but there will be no next time. I will never allow anyone to hurt her again!"

The old man saw the firmness in his eyes, and finally the old man nodded. Got up and walked into the ward.

Song Xijun sat there stiffly, not saying a word. This means that he has already chosen the former between Grandpa and Qingshui. He was willing to get her forgiveness for that moment. Will she blame him?

The old and the young talked for a long time, and even the last thing that came out seemed to be the chuckle of the old man and Wen Qingshui. Song Xijun came back to his senses at this time.

When he stood up, he saw the old man coming out of the ward with a smile on his face, and leaned back to greet Wen Qingshui. It's kind of incredible.

If he was in Qingshui's position, even if he didn't say anything at the time because his grandfather was an elder, he would never be able to do it like this.

The old man closed the door with a smile, and the moment he turned around, his face changed!

Song Xijun hurried up to catch up.

The old man raised his eyelids and glanced at him, and left without saying anything!

Song Xijun felt that the air was unusually dull. It's like going back to the time when my mother left.

He stood for a long time, until the figure of the old man disappeared into the corridor, and then he finally sorted out his mood and pushed open the door and walked in.

Qing Shui lay sideways with his back to the door. I didn't look back when I heard footsteps. Song Xijun understood, the two people who cared about him were acting, especially Qingshui, she must be uncomfortable in her heart!

"Qingshui, I'm sorry! I wronged you!"

"No!" but her voice was thick nasal.

"I—" He wanted to say that he would go to the man to settle the score, but he remembered the lonely back of his old grandfather. How can the words not be spoken. But he was depressed.

Uncle bullshit, what does it have to do with him! He has never appeared for so many years, and as soon as he appeared, Qing Shui almost lost his life. Why should he forgive him?