The next day, Zhou Chonghan asked an acquaintance to find the director of the hospital's oncology department to see Song Chengbin. The person was also very good, after reading all the examination materials, he chatted with Song Chengbin with a smile for a while, and when he left the ward, he said to Song Qiaobi and Zhou Chonghan: "Prepare and prepare, three months at most." ”

Song Qiao was stunned when he was on the board: "What three months? ”

The doctor glared at her dryly, but instead of taking this stubble, he looked at Zhou Chonghan's face: "This kind of thing, don't mention it to the patient, you just have a number in your heart......"

"Isn't there any hope for a cure? Or what advanced technology is there abroad? Zhou Chonghan asked calmly.

The doctor shook his head: "The cancer cells have spread to the bones, and now it is reluctant chemotherapy to relieve the symptoms...... However, continue to stare at the medicine, maybe it can be delayed" After speaking, he patted Zhou Chonghan on the shoulder, "If you want to open it, let the old man eat something...... I'll go first, call me anytime if you have anything. ”

Zhou Chonghan nodded at him and thanked him, but the doctor was quite chic, waved his hand and instructed again, and wanted to open.

Oh, I want to open ...... Persuading people to want to open, most of them have nothing to do with themselves, how can anyone who really wants to open it? Especially this kind of life and death matter.

Zhou Chonghan turned his gaze to look at Song Qiaobi, who was still sleepwalking at him, and muttered: "Three months...... Only three months? ”

Zhou Chonghan wanted to say something, but the words were stuck in his throat, he couldn't go up, he couldn't go down, he couldn't spit out, so he had to stretch out his hand and take Song Qiaobi into his arms, his chin against her hair, thinking that the words could be spoken, but he swallowed them after all.

In the stomach, it is sluggish, indigestible, and painful.

Song Qiaobi wrapped her arms around him, tightly, buried her head in his chest, didn't make a sound, didn't tremble or cry, for a long time, she thought she was asleep, but Zhou Chonghan knew that she didn't.

"Hey...... Husband...... How I wish it was a dream now......" she finally sighed.

The pain didn't seem to be in the stomach, move up, move a little more, he didn't know where it ended up, in short, it hurt.

He also hugged her tightly, his fingers were rubbed into her flesh, she didn't feel pain, just sighed, breathed heavily, lightly, the air was hot, he knew, she was eager to say something, but she couldn't say it, so he raised his hand and stroked her hair and her back over and over again: "Shhhh......hh Hush...... You don't have to say, I know ......"

Song Qiaobi really calmed down a lot, after a while, he broke free from his arms, combed his hair, sniffed, and tilted his neck: "Let's go, let's go into the ward, don't let Lao Song think too much......" After speaking, he turned around and walked to the ward, Zhou Chonghan stared at her back and was slightly stunned, as if he didn't expect this woman's perseverance.

In the afternoon, when Song Qiaobi went to wash the fruit, Song Chengbin called Zhou Chonghan to the bedside, and his expression was quite stern: "Xiao Zhou...... While Abiy isn't here, I'll have to tell you......"

"What's the matter?" Zhou Chonghan sat down.

"Xiao Zhou, what I told you, don't think deeply, if you think it makes sense, listen to it, if it doesn't make sense, just let me fart."

Zhou Chonghan smiled: "What the old man said, every word is beautiful, every word is true, how can you not listen to it?" ”

"Hehe, don't talk to me...... I just want to say, this is a man, and you have to pay attention to a good word...... This Buddha said that there is no good or evil in people, good and evil exist in your heart, in the final analysis, the bottom line of this good is still in your own heart...... No one is perfect, and it's understandable to make a mistake, but it doesn't matter what happens to you and that woman...... Now that Abi is pregnant with your child, you can't be too out of line, that's the bare minimum, right? …… Besides, Abi is not unwanted...... If you don't like it, someone will be a treasure......"

Hearing this, Zhou Chonghan already understood what this old man meant, and wanted to be angry, but he couldn't get angry, so he just smiled bitterly: "Old man...... You may have misunderstood......"

"I know what you think, right...... It's not like I've never been young......" Song Chengbin interrupted him and continued: "Men, it's all the same, looking at the ...... in the pot in the bowl" suddenly paused again, as if he remembered something, and finally his face was relieved, and he sighed slowly: "In short, be kind...... Regardless of men and women, some people, only one side, then a lifetime, some people, you think it will be a lifetime, but it is just a few sides, you call me a father-in-law, this is also the fate of the two of us. ”

Zhou Chonghan was stunned, and Song Qiaobi came back, took a plate of strawberries, all of them were picked, crystal red, handed to her father's mouth, and complained: "It's okay to teach others again?" Tell you, don't talk nonsense......"

"A man is dying, and his words are good. Besides, Xiao Zhou, an intellectual, doesn't need me to give lessons, he understands the reason. Song Chengbin glanced at Zhou Chonghan meaningfully, and then stretched out his mouth to enjoy the fruit fed by his daughter, and clicked his lips, but said like an uncle: "Xiao Zhou, I have seen it, you will have to raise your daughter in the future...... Oh, by the way, did you have a baby's name? ”

"I'm waiting for you to come up with a good name." Zhou Chonghan put his hands in his pockets, still chewing on the words just now in his heart, but his eyes slowly fell on Song Qiaobi.

The sunlight poured in from the windowsill, and poured it down on the woman's hair, face, clothes, hands, and even the strawberries in her hands. So, on her side was a bent light, not drawn by any pen, as if this light was also changing, like water, her long curly eyelashes suddenly drooped, and the eyelashes trembled slightly, like scales in the water.

She didn't smile on her face, but it seemed to have a unique charm than the expression she really laughed on, and Zhou Chonghan thought for a moment of the Mona Lisa's smile, the girl with the pearl earring, and the portrait of Miss Condaweis...... But it seems that none of these paintings is enough to depict Song Qiaobi at this moment.

Song Qiaobi suddenly turned his face to look at him, he was stunned for a moment, and instinctively lowered his head to look at the tip of his shoe: "You asked my father to name him?" ”

"Yes, isn't it?" Zhou Chonghan raised his head again and slightly held the corners of his mouth.

"Hehe, I mean, aren't you afraid that my dad will be bad? It's better to let your parents get up, they are all cultured people......"

Song Chengbin was unhappy: "Although I can't compare with my in-laws, I was a literary and artistic young man when I was young, how can I be bad?" ”

Literary youth? Song Qiao was more happy: "Tell me how you are literary and artistic?" ”

"Write poems, write love letters...... Or how do you think your mother was chased by me? Song Chengbin was very proud when he talked about this paragraph, Song Qiao laughed even harder, covered his mouth, and pulled Zhou Chonghan beside him: "Look at him, he can also write love letters, if you want to say that...... My mother is a literary and artistic youth. ”

Zhou Chonghan looked at her smile, her eyes were bright, delicate and sweet, strange, why did he think she was a little cheesy before?

Aesthetics is indeed an irreconcilable class product, but what belongs to the class can be redivided, and he was previously in a nihilistic floor, and now it seems that he is going down from there.

Halfway through, the door rang, it was Xiao Yuan.

Xiao Yuan also came over with all kinds of fruits and a large bag of daily necessities, and this meeting was also expected, but Zhou Chonghan's eyebrows were inadvertently locked, and Xiao Yuan's gaze collided again.

"Hehe, is this a coincidence or a coincidence?" Xiao Yuan raised the corners of his mouth to look at Zhou Chonghan.

Zhou Chonghan didn't show his face, looked directly at the comer, and didn't say a word.

"Xiao Xiao...... You can come, take so many things, the hospital can't put them down, and in the end you all have to take them back......" Song Chengbin's helplessness was also a little joyful, this is a blessing to have two more twenty-four filial sons for no reason.

"Old man, guess what I brought today?" Before Xiao Yuan could take it out of his bag, Song Chengbin guessed: "Poker, right?" ”

"The old man is smart." Sure enough, Xiao Yuan took out two playing cards.

Song Chengbin's face immediately bloomed: "I didn't hurt you kid in vain, I know that I am suffering in my cell here, and I am worried about the ...... that I have not relieved my boredom."

Song Qiaobi snorted: "You're crazy, you're sick like this, it's even more painful and nerve-wracking, I think you're okay now, huh?" ”

"I'm fine! All of them were cured by the hospital! Come on, play two with me, how about playing rollers......" Song Chengbin also came with interest: "A small bet is pleasant, press ten yuan and eight yuan!" ”

Xiao Yuan smiled and leaned forward, took out the wallet from his pocket, and patted it: "Old man, I'll be happy with you today!" You don't have to pay if you lose, it's all yours if you win" He turned his head to look at Song Qiaobi and Zhou Chonghan again: "What do you two see, hurry up, take advantage of the old man's high interest now......"

Song Qiaobi frowned, glanced at Zhou Chonghan again, and felt a little apprehensive, but Zhou Chonghan was also obedient, walked over, sat down and drew cards together.

Song Qiaobi thought to herself, okay! This card game is really interesting, three men gathered, and the three stinkers have to be Zhuge Liang!

In the first round, Song Qiaobi and Zhou Chonghan were together, and Song Chengbin and Xiao Yuan were together. As soon as the card arrives in hand, the card is deducted and the card is pressed, the two sides are out, Song Qiaobi card skills are not good, but will shout, Zhou Chonghan is stable with the card, calm expression, accurate calculation, no mistakes. Although Song Chengbin and Xiao Yuan's group of cards are super high, they have no choice but to have a bad card in their hands, and they are also weak.

After a few laps, Song Qiaobi and Zhou Chonghan narrowly won.

In the second round, Song Qiaobi and Xiao Yuan were divided into a group, and Song Chengbin and Zhou Chonghan were in a group. Song Qiaobi has not played cards with Xiao Yuan, he is familiar with his routines, what he wants, with a look, Song Qiaobi will throw any cards.

Xiao Yuan also saw through Song Qiaobi's shouting, saw through the real machine, and beckoned her to leave a step, and if she followed a vine, she would be able to climb up by herself, without worrying at all.

The two of them cooperate tacitly, as soon as they raise their eyes, press their eyebrows, raise the corners of their mouths, and make gestures, good and bad cards, they can go down, he understands her, she can guess him, this round, Song Qiaobi and Xiao Yuan won big.

After winning, Song Qiaobi was naturally happy, and laughed with Xiao Yuan, while Zhou Chonghan on the side raised his black eyes and looked at the two of them deeply.

"Ha, old Song, I'm sorry, we won!" Song Qiaobi picked up the money and put it in his pocket.

Song Chengbin was still a little unwilling: "Wait...... Wait, two more rounds, I won't believe it! After saying this, he suddenly frowned, lowered his head and pressed his abdomen, his face was painful, Xiao Yuan saw this, and hurriedly came up to help him lie down.

Song Qiaobi suddenly became nervous, and while blaming her father for his willfulness, she went to the doctor to come and see. It took a long time to stabilize the situation, and in the end, Song Chengbin barely drank some porridge and no longer had the energy to sit up.

Before leaving, Song Qiaobi repeatedly told the nurse and confiscated the poker again: "You are not allowed to play!" Avoid the troubles, I want to take it back! Xiao Yuan didn't stop him, just stood aside and looked at her and Zhou Chonghan: "I'll send you back?" ”

"No need. Today I drove. Zhou Chonghan was quite silent from playing cards until later, and only then did he say a word.

After saying this, he got up and said goodbye to Song Chengbin, and left in a hurry, and Song Qiaobi was busy keeping up.