Chapter 107: Who comforts my pain

"It's comfortable!"

When he woke up, the sky was bright, He Xuku stretched his waist, twisted his body, and hugged his head with his arms.

Drank too much last night?

The sideburns hurt slightly, he curled up and leaned his knees towards his chest, stretched his hand and rubbed it slightly, He Xu was too cool: I've been getting drunk lately, don't drink it in the future, this lazy waist stretched, I felt that the whole person was groggy, it was better not to wake up, maybe it would be good to sleep more. About people can't have a heart, right, how can I say that I should be carefree at this age, dissolute and uninhibited, just because of my long stumbling point, just because I did this business, I made myself a miasma, and I can't be idle? That Mi'er didn't return overnight, so if she didn't come again, it would save me a lot of trouble. And Na Sisi, what's going on now? This uncle is going to have an accident again, grandpa is going to return to the west, so many things! The more I think about it, the more chaotic my heart becomes, He Xu sat up lazily, rubbing his sideburns incessantly, and his face was sad.

"Queer, queer!"

Before he could adjust his thoughts, my father walked in in a panic and called.

"What's the matter?"

Seeing his father's uncertain face and flustered look, He Xuku's heart sank: Yesterday's dream has come true?

"Just now your uncle called and said that your father fell and fell unconscious, went to the hospital, and the doctor was directly critically ill, I have to hurry up and see, are you okay, if it's okay, come with me?!"

After speaking, without waiting for He Xuku to answer, he hurriedly turned around and left.

"Hey, Dad, you slow down, I'll go with you. ”

At this time, don't say it's okay, it's just that there is something, and it's also important to your own father, He Xu has no time to think about it, so he gets up and chases.

"Where's my mother?"

"She won't go for the time being, just let us go and see the situation first, and it's not too late to call her later." ”

Maybe my parents think that a fall can be so serious, so the nervousness is nervous, but it is not a big deal.

"Then, don't drive, I'll drive!"

Seeing that his father's hands were a little trembling, He Xuku was also very worried, so he pressed his hand.

"It's okay, why do I always feel flustered, could it be that your grandfather is the time this time?!"

He Zhen muttered and looked ahead, his lips twitched, and he said in a trembling voice.

"That's it, there's no way to do it, you have to think about it!"

Stretching out his hand to help his father sit in the passenger seat, He Xuku drove straight to the hospital.

"How's our dad?"

After entering the hospital, He Zhen hurriedly got out of the car and went straight to the emergency room, and after seeing He Ming, he asked in a panic.

"It seems that it is not working, the doctor is resuscitating. ”

He Ming rubbed his hands, walked around the door, glanced at his eldest brother, showed sadness, and sighed softly.

"The patient's family?"

He Zhen was about to say something more, when the door opened, and the nurse came out and called.

"Yes, yes, how's it going?"

The brothers said in unison, looking at the nurse.

"Go in, I'm afraid it won't be long!"

With a hint of sympathy on the nurse's face, she turned sideways and moved out of the way.

"Dad, Dad!"

He Zhen and He Ming threw themselves in front of the bed together, screaming sadly.

"I'm leaving, your mother came to call me last night, you brothers will be more united in the future, then you guys are thinking about finding a proper industry, this kid just doesn't make people worry, and Han'er's study, you two should also pay more attention!"

There is a yang trachea in his nostrils, and a hanging bottle is trembling in his wrist, so his nasal voice is very strong, and his breath is very weak, and he seems to be saying words.

"Master, don't worry, you can feed your stomach with anything, you can rest, it'll be fine for a while. ”

He Xuku took a step forward, lay on the head of the bed, and said with tears in his eyes.

"Master, I'm leaving, remember to listen to my parents more in the future and be more filial to them!"

After taking a deep look at He Xuku, the corner of his eye aimed at the door.

Aunt and Han'er, as well as their own mother, also walked in with tears in their eyes.

"It seems that I can't wait for my great-grandson, as long as you are all safe and healthy, I am also relieved!"

After saying that, tears fell from the corners of his eyes, and he closed his eyes and passed away.

"Dad....."

He Zhen and He Ming cried.

"Grandpa......"

He Xuku and He Feihan also cried sadly.

"Dad......"

Xu Xiumei and Miao Yilan were also sobbing bitterly.

"Which of you is going to take care of the funeral!"

Although the doctor was also very sympathetic, there were some things that still had to be dealt with, so he asked softly.

"I'll go!"

He Xuku stood up when he heard this.

After following the doctor to complete all the formalities, he returned to the ward, and was stopped by his father: "You go buy a big rooster!"

"What do you do when you buy a rooster?"

"You go buy it!"

He Zhen said in a deep voice.

"Oh!"

He Xuku turned around and went to the market.

Later, he learned that the custom of this countryside is that whoever dies of illness in the hospital needs to carry his soul home, which is to support his soul, and he needs a rooster, which is an auspicious one. The funeral of the master was held at He Xuku's house, because He Ming lived in the building, and he was still the second, so according to the old habit, the eldest son was the eldest son, and the matter of falling into the pot was the boss. During this period, except for the thin Gou who came over to help for a few days, Tang Muxian and the others couldn't come back to school!

Three days later, Brother He Zhen separated the accounts, and on the fourth day, He Ming's family went back.

Take care of your parents. ”

Thin Gou said as he left.

"Well, I know. ”

He Xuku nodded and watched him go out.

"Let's mourn and change!"

Shuai Mengtian said the same thing.

"Hmm!"

In the past few days, Shuai Mengtian has swept away the past without a trace and has been by his side, which made He Xuku very moved.

"Condolences change!"

Mi'er's red eyes appeared in front of He Xuku.

"Thank you!"

He Xu said coldly, slightly aiming his eyes at the sky.

After a few days of not seeing each other, do I need your comfort at this time?

"I ....."

Seeing He Xu coldly turn around and walk home, Mi'er suddenly trembled.

"Give me a glass of water,

For my life without tears,

All sincerity and sincerity let it rain and blow the wind,

You can't get back the love you give. ”

Suddenly looking back, the love is far away, and I can't help but be on the edge of the sky,

Only then did I understand that love, hate, hatred, and hatred are the most hurtful and painful regrets,

If you don't have a broken heart, you won't know how I grieve,

When I have tears in my eyes, don't ask me who I'm for,

Just let me forget about it all!"

He Xuku snorted softly, walked with his head held high, and burst into tears.

Swallow your own pain, and bear your own pain!

I don't need anyone's sympathy, let alone anyone's pity, whether you're a fairy or a beauty!

When he returned to the house, he collapsed on the bed and hugged his head.

When Sanqi arrived, the family got together, came back from the grave of the master, and simply ate at a nearby restaurant, and then prepared to go home.

"Uncle. ”

The moment he walked out of the hotel door, He Xu screamed.

"Is there something wrong?"

"Oh, it's nothing, that kid didn't look for his brother again, did he?"

I wanted to say that I wanted him to pay attention, but when he saw Miao Yilan glancing coldly, He Xuku swallowed the words back into his stomach and said so.

There is a master alive, this is still a family, the master is gone, the family is scattered, in the future, the younger brother is a brother is a brother, each of his own days, the family affection will fade a lot in an instant.

"Looks like it's fine, thank you!"

The uncle and nephew are still relatively close, He Ming patted He Xuku's shoulder and said.

"It's all my own family, as it should be. He Xu said humbly, and said, "You slow down." Seeing Miao Yilan's eyes signaling He Ming to leave, he reminded him warmly, nodded towards He Feihan, and followed behind his parents and walked home.

"I'm afraid that there will be no contact in the future, except for queer marriages. ”

Xu Xiumei muttered in a low voice.

He Zhen just glanced at her when he heard this, didn't speak, and walked away sullenly.

"It was meant to be, since ancient times!"

He Xuku also said softly.

"It's all gradually estranged, not just us. ”

Otherwise, how could anyone say that 500 years ago it was one?

The branches and leaves are scattered, and the branches and leaves are luxuriant, and they take root and sprout, and become trees alone, and then there is another forest, how can it not be separated, not indifferent, not unfamiliar?

In the past nearly a month, He Xuku's house has not come out, nor has he seen Mi'er again, but he gradually forgot about her, as if it was just a scenery in life, and it passed away quietly after being beautiful.

Even Sisi only sent a few text messages in those days, which can be regarded as comforting himself, and then he was just as silent.

Since my parents went to the funeral, they have gone to operate, and the days will always pass!

He Xuku is extremely lazy, every time he enters the store, he opens the mineral pot, makes a cup of tea, goes to the chair, closes his eyes and recuperates, don't say that there is no business, even if there is one, he has been pushed away.

"When.... When", the door is ringing again.

"Please come in!"

He Xuku put down his crossed legs and said lazily.

"It's you?!"

He Xuku saw Mi'er walk in, and after being stunned, he said coldly.

"Money for you!"

Mi'er glanced at him and said timidly.

"I'm sorry!"

Seeing that He Xuku didn't speak or look at himself, Mi'er had tears in her eyes and put the money on the table.

"Why don't you ask me why I'm missing?"

Seeing that He Xuku was still calm, he still didn't speak, and Mi'er sobbed.

"That's your business, what does it have to do with me?" He Xu coolly hoarsely pursed his lips and said: "You do what you like, I have my own life!" The tone was cold and cold, even I felt cold in my heart.

"The man is indeed dead. ”

Hearing He Xuku say this, Mi'er trembled again and cried.

"Very good, after all, it's a fairy, Bodhisattva's heart, it's a pity that it's not the right time for him to meet you!" He Xuku's eyes narrowed, and his tone became more and more stiff and cold: "If I had met you earlier, maybe it would not have been like this, wouldn't it be a great blessing, you feel sorry for you, why are you crying and crying here?" As he spoke, he stood up suddenly: "Didn't you think that I couldn't be buried with him, and I wouldn't die if I cried?"

The face is pale, gloomy and scary.

"It's not like this, it's not like this, I, I'm ....."

Mi'er cried more and more, and she stopped for a while, turned her back and fell backwards.

"What a kind-hearted person, is this painful fainting, you kid is so blessed!"

He Xu snorted coldly and laughed, full of desolation and loneliness. From time to time, there was a lot of resentment and jealousy, and he looked at Mi'er who was soft on the ground very indifferently, ignored it, sat down dejectedly, closed his eyes, and shed tears.

Instead of looking gloomy and sad, why not go out for a walk?!

He straightened up, reached out and grabbed the money on the table, took the money on the table into his arms, and walked out the door. Since it has nothing to do with you, let's go their separate ways.

When the cold wind blows, tears spill in all directions.

He Xuku trembled and staggered.