After Xiao Yihan finished dinner, he helped his mother back upstairs to rest. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Xiao Yihan insisted on bringing his mother back despite the doctor's objections, but at the same time, he was still a little hungry and worried that his mother would be in trouble.

But what relieved him was that his mother didn't seem to have happened anything except for her son who vomited once when she was eating, and her state of shock was even better than in the hospital, probably because she was in a different mood when she returned home, and her complexion looked better.

Xiao Yihan helped his mother sit down at the head of the bed, then took out the medicine brought back from the hospital, brought a glass of water, and waited for his mother to take the medicine.

What made Xiao Yihan feel relieved was that her mother behaved well today, and she had always refused to take medicine in the past, so she took that large handful of medicine without the slightest hesitation.

Seeing his mother cooperate like this, Xiao Yihan's gloomy mood was also slightly better, he wanted to stay and chat with her mother for a while, but his mother kept urging him to go back to the room to rest.

Xiao Yihan fell into the cave yesterday, tossed all night, did not rest well, today from the cave came out, and hurried to the hospital, has been busy until now, has not taken a breath, but he does feel a little tired, so, he saw that his mother's condition seemed to be stable, so he agreed to go back to the room to rest.

When Xiao Yihan walked to the door of his mother's room, his mother suddenly called him, Xiao Yihan thought that his mother had something to say, so he stopped and looked back at her.

He saw his mother half-leaning on the head of the bed, with a pair of big eyes, looking at himself deeply, Xiao Yihan didn't know if it was an illusion, and felt that his mother at this moment seemed to be kinder and more peaceful than when she was in office, which reminded her of her mother before she was sick.

Seeing the mother in front of him, Xiao Yihan didn't believe it at all, she had three months left to live.

However, he knew that the reality was cruel, what he saw was only an illusion, his mother was very sick and could no longer eat anything, and every time he saw her eat and vomit out, his heart was as uncomfortable as a knife.

His mother looked at him quietly, looking very tired, but looking at her eyes full of reluctance?

Xiao Yihan chuckled in his heart, why did his mother's eyes look reluctant? Mother didn't want to leave her room by herself, right?

As soon as Xiao Yihan was about to speak, his mother raised her hand slightly, waved at Xiao Yihan, and said, "Han'er, I don't sleep well at night, I don't like to be noisy when I sleep, so don't come over at night......"

Xiao Yihan didn't understand what his mother meant, and was about to ask carefully, when he heard his mother continue: "You help me close the door, don't disturb me in the middle of the night, if I am awakened at night, I won't be able to sleep......"

Xiao Yihan felt a little surprised, her mother has been in a trance for the past three years, and she rarely seems to be so organized when she speaks like she does today, and she still cares about him not disturbing her sleep at night?

Xiao Yihan suddenly understood that his mother's true purpose was to let himself sleep well, so he took care of him not to go to her room at night.

In an instant, a warm current suddenly rose in Xiao Yihan's heart, how long has it been since her mother cared about herself like this, three years, right? In the past three years, he has lived like an orphan, obviously having both parents, but he can't get a trace of fatherly and maternal love, but today, his mother actually knows that he cares about himself, Xiao Yihan only felt that his eyes were sore, and a warm current quickly spread throughout his body.

Xiao Yihan agreed, but he didn't take his mother's words seriously.

Because considering that Lan Lan was also tired, Xiao Yihan didn't let her stay with the bed at night, he just thought that he would be more vigilant when he slept at night, and check it from time to time to prevent his mother's condition from recurring.

Xiao Yihan walked out of his mother's room, and gently closed the door of the room, and when he looked up, he saw that the light was still on in Xing'er's room, and he remembered that Xing'er had asked him to marry her room at dinner.

Xiao Yihan thought about it and walked towards the door of Xing'er's room, but when he walked to the door, his hand was on the doorknob, but he didn't unscrew it for a long time.

He stood quietly in the doorway for a full ten minutes before turning around and walking slowly towards his room.

Xiao Yihan walked into his room, slowly walked to the bed, sat down on the edge of the bed, and stared at the quilt on the bed for a while, the quilt was used by Yang Liu, and it is still on this bed, but Yang Liu's people have left.

He sighed, took off his coat, and was about to hang it up, when his fingers suddenly touched something hard, and then he remembered, reached out and took out the necklace from his pocket, and his eyes were fixed on the four-leaf clover pendant.

The gem on the pendant was still so dazzling, but because it was not worn on her neck, Xiao Yihan always felt that it suddenly became dull.

His hand holding the necklace trembled slightly, and he felt as if his heart was being grabbed by a hand, tearing it so hard that he could barely breathe.

Xiao Yihan kept that stiff posture, half-leaning on the bed, looking at the pendant of the necklace without blinking, looking at it for a long time, until his eyes were blurred, and then, there was a big tear, ticking and gently dripping on the necklace, he blinked, pulled a tissue from the table next to him, carefully wiped the teardrops on the necklace, and then stood up, walked to the door of the cloakroom, entered the code and opened the door.

He slowly walked into the cloakroom, and saw that the clothes in the room were still hanging in their original places, and she had not had a chance to wear any other clothes except for a few skirts on the outside, which Yang Liu had worn a few times.

Xiao Yihan stood there quietly, looking at each skirt, imagining what Yang Liu would look like in these skirts, and then slowly walked to the cabinet, found a jewelry box, put the necklace inside, and carefully placed the box containing the necklace in a drawer on the top floor.

He stood there and sniffled vigorously, there seemed to be a smell of her in the air, but she was gone, never to return, and to-morrow, he was going to marry another man, and from then on she had nothing to do with her.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yihan's eyes were sour again, and his throat was blocked, he walked to a skirt, reached out and took the skirt off, and hugged it tightly in his arms, like hugging Yang Liu's body, he buried his head in the skirt, sniffing the residual smell of her on the clothes, he couldn't suppress it anymore, and tears flowed silently.