He stared at Meng Zhen's face for a long time, pulled the white sheet over his head, and waved his arm weakly.

The nurse nodded at him and pushed Meng Zhen away, he stood in place, stunned for a moment, turned around, and saw Mingyang in a wheelchair.

Mingyang's face was still very bad, with a blanket on his knees, and his dark and clear eyes were like a clear spring, staring at him quietly.

The girl with a scorching flame in anger stood behind her wheelchair, staring at him defensively.

"Xiao Xi," he walked up to Ming Yang, squatted down on his knees, put his palms on his knees, tilted his face, and stared at Ming Yang's face with a bitter gaze, "I'm sorry, Xiao Xi, believe me, I will pay you back what I owe you!"

"Give it back to me?" Mingyang chuckled, "My grandfather, my mother, my lonely and lonely childhood, my humble and painful growth, how do you give them back to me?"

His voice was low and slow, and every word was like a sharp sword, inserted into Meng Qiao's heart.

Yes, what did he take back?

Other people's children grow up in warm and happy families, with loving and doting mothers and strict but caring fathers.

What about him?

What did he give his Xiaoxi?

His eyes were so sour that tears couldn't stop sliding out of his sockets.

He leaned forward, knelt on the ground, and hugged Mingyang with both hands, "Xiaoxi, let Dad hug you...... One last time, let Daddy hug. ”

Mingyang didn't move, didn't push him away, his cold and indifferent body, but he didn't have the slightest sense of happiness and joy because he was hugged by his father who had been reunited for a long time.

Meng Qiao knew that he had today, and it was completely self-inflicted.

He could only say sorry, and he was not even qualified to say the three words forgive me.

He hugged Mingyang hard, stood up suddenly, wiped his face, and walked forward around Mingyang.

After walking a few steps, he stopped, turned back to Wen Yuci and said, "Miss Wen, thank you for your maintenance of Xiaoxi, I am very grateful to you, it is his luck to have a girl like you by his side, thank you!"

He bowed deeply to Wen Yuci, turned around, and strode away.

Mingyang leaned back, leaned on the backrest, and closed his eyes weakly.

Wen Yuci bypassed the wheelchair, squatted down in front of him, and held his arms with both hands, "Mingyang, don't be sad, you still have me! You still have me, and Dad, as well as Mai Qi, Gu Yuanxiu, Su Chen, Xie Yunjing, they are all your family, and your life in the future is still very long, and your good days are still ahead!"

Mingyang opened his eyes, pulled the corners of his mouth, and reached out to touch her dark and silky hair.

Yes, it's good that he still has her.

He was unlucky, but he was also lucky.

In the past eleven years, she has selflessly accompanied him and taken care of him.

If it weren't for her, he would have been in the wilderness, and his bones would have been gone.

As for the good days......

He misses his grandfather and mother so much, will he have any good days in this life?

After another week in the hospital, with the approval of Fan Qingyu, Wen Yuci was discharged with Mingyang.

Back at the Wen family's villa, Mingyang took a good bath, and Wen Yuci specially prepared a new set of clothes for him from the inside out, representing his farewell to the past and the beginning of his new life.

Meng Zhen died, Meng Qiao never showed up again, Mingyang didn't mention it, and Wen Yuci didn't mention it, as if Meng Qiao had never appeared.

Mingyang was discharged from the hospital and became a man of normal mind, the Wen family was full of joy, Wen Xiong was especially happy, and ordered the kitchen to cook more, and he wanted to have a few drinks with Mingyang at noon.

The day after Mingyang was discharged from the hospital, Wen Yuci received a call from Meng Qiao.

Meng Qiao said that he was in Yunding Mountain, Yuncheng, in front of Mingyang's mother's tomb, and wanted to see Mingyang for the last time.

Hearing the last four words, Wen Yuci's heart sank, and he said in a cold voice: "Meng Qiao, don't mess around, you owe Mingyang so much, don't think about dying! What kind of ability is death? You should think about it, how to compensate Mingyang!"

"It's too late," Meng Qiao's voice was bitter, "Miss Wen, I know, I owe Xiaoxi too much, in this life, I can't pay it back, in the next life, I will use their mother and son as cattle and horses to atone for my sins in this life, Miss Wen, please, let Xiaoxi come to see me one last time, let me take one last look at him, in this life, I don't want anything more!"

Wen Yuci frowned, "What do you mean it's too late, what did you do, what do you want to do?"

"Don't ask, Miss Wen," Meng Qiao begged, "For the sake of me being Xiao Xi's biological father after all, please Miss Wen, take him to see me, okay?"

Wen Yuci sighed, "Okay." ”

"Thank you, Miss Wen, Yuncheng Genting Mountain, Mountaintop Cemetery, I am waiting for you. ”

After Meng Qiao thanked him repeatedly, he hung up the phone.

Wen Yuci held the mobile phone, was stunned for a while, exhaled lightly, and went out to Mingyang's bedroom.

knocked on the door and went in, told Meng Qiao's words to Mingyang, and put his slender hand on his shoulder, "Mingyang, let's go see him, okay?"

The last side of Meng Qiao's mouth made Wen Yuci have some bad associations, she was afraid that if Mingyang didn't go, she would leave a lifetime of regrets.

Mingyang didn't speak, just nodded.

Wen Yuci drove, and the two went to Cloud City and Yunding Mountain.

Genting Mountain is located on the outskirts of Cloud City, and although the location is remote, the environment is excellent.

The green mountains and green waters, the insects and birds chirp, walking in it, the heart is much quieter.

The two climbed to the top of the mountain, Mingyang remembered the location of his mother's tombstone, and easily found Meng Qiao.

Meng Qiao knelt in front of Mingyang's mother's tombstone, he hadn't seen him for a few days, and he had a lot of gray hair on the top of his head, and he looked much older.

In front of the tombstone, the white lily has been wilted a little, and in the incense burner in front of the tombstone, the incense ashes have fallen outside the incense burner, which shows that he has been here for a long time.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he turned around, and his sad gaze fell on Mingyang's face.

"Xiao Xi ......" he opened his chapped lips and stretched out his hand to Mingyang, "Come to Dad and let Dad hug you." ”

Mingyang stopped a meter or two behind him and stood still.

He grinned, his eyes were empty, as if he had fallen on Mingyang's face, and as if he had landed on an unknown distance," Xiaoxi, I know, you hate me, since you can remember, I have not been a good father, although I have never beaten and scolded you, but I have never cared about you, but you must have forgotten a long time ago, Dad also loved you, you had a high fever when you were eight months, Dad got up at two o'clock in the middle of the night, drove you to the hospital, the nurse gave you injections, you cried breathlessly, Dad couldn't bear to watch, you cried in the house, Dad secretly hid in the corridor and shed tears......"

He took a breath, tears appeared in his eyes, "If you don't have Shen Zhaohui, if you don't have that paternity test paper, Dad will be the best dad in the world, you don't know, how much Dad loves your mother, how much he loves you, for you, even if you let Dad die immediately, Dad is willing, but ...... But ......"

"However, you forced your mother to death, and you also sent someone to kill me!" Mingyang said coldly: "If it weren't for porcelain, I would have died, you wouldn't have found out that the paternity test was fake, and you wouldn't have found out that I was actually your biological son, my mother would have been wronged, and I would have died without a body!"

"Yes, this is retribution, retribution," he looked up and looked at Mingyang's face, his expression so sad that he couldn't help himself," Shen Zhaohui is dead, I will avenge your mother, I will also die, I will go underground to confess to your mother, Xiaoxi, when I die, you will stop hating me, stay with Miss Wen, live happily, I have left the will to the lawyer, all the Meng family has been left to you, all my property, all the money, all left to you, the lawyer is your mother's friend, when he saw the will, he was very happy and happy, you can rest assured, what Dad took from the Yang family is now all returned to you, all of it will be returned to you, all of it will be returned to you, all of it will be returned to you......"

His expression began to be a little dazed and incoherent.

Wen Yuci couldn't help but take a step forward, "What do you mean? What do you mean that Shen Zhaohui is dead? What do you mean that you will also die? You make it clear!"

"Shen Zhaohui is already dead, I killed her," Meng Qiao's expression turned out to be very calm when he said this, "At this time, the maid should have found her body, the maid will call the police, and the police will come to arrest me, but it's useless, it's too late, I won't go to prison, because I'm going underground, to accompany Su Yun ......"

He turned around, walked a few steps on his knees, hugged Yang Suyun's tombstone, put his cheek on the tombstone, and grinded the cold tombstone, "She is alone underground, lonely for too long, she must miss me, I want to accompany her, go to accompany her, go to accompany her......"

He closed his eyes, his voice gradually lowered, and his pale lips slowly overflowed with bright blood.

"Taking poison?" Wen Yuci rushed over, squatted down in front of him, and shook his arm, "Are you taking poison? Why are you so stupid? I call an ambulance!"

"It's useless...... Meng Qiao opened his eyes and smiled with bloody lips, "I've calculated the time, I just put the medicine in my mouth when I saw you coming, and now even if the gods come, there is no way to stop me from seeing Su Yun......"

"Why?" Wen Yuci pushed him angrily, "Why did you die? If you die, who will compensate Mingyang? Who will make up for the mistakes you have made? Do you know that he doesn't want you to die, he wants you to live, love him, support him, protect him, he wants home, relatives, don't want your cold corpse, cold tombstone, do you know?

"Maybe?" Meng Qiao moved his body, leaned on the tombstone with his back, and looked up at the sky, "In the next life, in the next life, I hope we will still be father and son, I love him for a lifetime, in this life, I am going to accompany Su Yun, I miss her so much, I miss her so much, over the years, I have dreamed of her almost every day...... No one knows, back then, when I entered the Meng family, at first sight, I fell in love with her, she was gentle and beautiful, and when she smiled at me, I secretly thought, as long as she can keep smiling like this, let me do anything for her, I am willing, but later, later, why did I change?"