Zhuo Meng returned to the hospital, and Jiang Chufan no longer mentioned the matter of letting Zhuo Meng take the child, as if he had forgotten about it, he just waited for her more in his free time. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

During the period of hospitalization, Zhuo Meng's life was comfortable and quiet, occasionally reading books to pass the time, and more often chatting with a little girl in the courtyard of the hospital.

"Sister Meng, last time you said that person accompanied you to watch the sunrise, is the sunrise beautiful?"

Coincidentally, the little girl's name is Xia Meng, Zhuo Meng felt that she was very kind at first sight, asked the name and found that the name of the two people had a dream in their names, and they didn't feel a little closer to her, naturally, the two became friends, and they were bored in the hospital, so the two often got together to chat.

Xia Meng suffers from congenital heart disease, and she has been in the hospital all the year round, which has led to her knowing little about the outside world, she likes to listen to others talk about things outside, likes to listen to other people's experiences, and Zhuo Meng is also willing to tell her, about her childhood, about Shi Luoluo, Jiang Chufan, and more, about Gong Hao.

"Good looking ......"

Like a sigh, Zhuo Meng answered Xia Meng's question, looking into the distance, she seemed to return to that day: "It was the most beautiful sunrise I have ever seen in my life, he carried me up the mountain to watch the sunrise, so tired but he stubbornly refused to put me down, he said, as long as I want, he will carry me for the rest of my life." ”

"Ah...... Sister Meng, you are so happy. ”

Xia Meng is just a little girl in her early 20s, it is when the girl's heart is overflowing, hearing Zhuo Meng say this, her eyes are full of envy: "To be able to say such things, Sister Meng, he must love you very much!" ”

Xia Meng was straightforward and fast-talking, and he didn't hide it in front of Zhuo Meng, he would say whatever he wanted, Zhuo Meng was not surprised, he smiled shallowly, and he didn't say anything about Xia Meng's question.

"But in the end, you still didn't marry him......"

Although an adult, Xia Meng is more like a child, her mood changes like wind and rain, one second she was happy and excited, and the next second she began to be sad again.

"Why, Sister Meng, obviously you love him too, why aren't you together?"

This question....... Zhuo has dreamed thousands of times, and she will still face this problem with resentment and unwillingness, but now she is very calm, looking at a certain point in the distance, her heart is unwavering: "There are always some people in a person's life who you can't ask for, 'he' is what I can't ask for, and I am also what he can't ask for, and we are just destined for each other." ”

Zhuo Meng said emotionally, Xia Meng also listened sadly, in this story, Xia Meng seemed to be able to personally feel the helplessness and pain in Zhuo Meng's heart.

"Zhuo Meng.......

Jiang Chufan's voice sounded not far away, Zhuo Meng put away his extra thoughts, looked at him from a distance and smiled softly.

"My husband is here, I have to go, if I have time, we will talk tomorrow."

Zhuo Meng turned around to say goodbye to Xia Meng, Xia Meng nodded, and responded obediently: "Okay." ”

Hearing Xia Meng's response, Zhuo Meng smiled happily, got up, and walked towards Jiang Chufan, who was walking towards her.

Xia Meng watched Zhuo Meng leave, and watched Jiang Chufan carefully protect Zhuo Meng in his arms, Xia Meng was relieved: she was not with the person she loved, and Sister Zhuo Meng also had a husband who loved her very much......

suddenly remembered the "he" in Sister Zhuo Meng's mouth, and Xia Meng inexplicably felt a faint pain in his heart: Sister Zhuo Meng is happy, what about him, can he be happy? .......

......

After signing an agreement with the attending doctor, Zhuo Meng went back to the ward alone, opened the door, and in the empty room, Zhuo Meng saw a thing on the bedside at a glance.

It was a merry-go-round's music box, and she had seen it when she was very young. Walking to the bedside table, Zhuo Meng couldn't help but wind up the music box, familiar music sounded, and a dusty memory was also opened in Zhuo Meng's mind......

On Zhuo Yu's eighth birthday, Zhuo Shiwen specially rushed home to celebrate Zhuo Yu's birthday, the Trojan music box was Zhuo Shiwen's birthday gift for Zhuo Yu, at that time Zhuo Yu held the Trojan music box in Zhuo Shiwen's arms and laughed so unhappily, Zhuo Meng hid in the corner and looked at the father and daughter who were immersed in the family from afar, envy and jealousy.

Zhuo Meng and Zhuo Yu's birthdays are in the same month, but only Zhuo Yu has a birthday in Zhuo's family, there is no Zhuo Meng, Zhuo Meng has always known that the gap between her and Zhuo Yu, she has been carefully warning herself, don't compare anything with Zhuo Yu, she has always remembered, but at this moment she doesn't want to remember, looking at the pampering on Zhuo Shiwen's face, the pride on Zhuo Yu's face, she let herself be jealous for the first time, and let herself have the luxury of having a birthday gift of her own.

Children always like the new and hate the old, Zhuo Yu is no exception, she only lasted for a while for the love of the Trojan music box and threw it into the corner, Zhuo Meng accidentally saw it, felt that it was pitiful and dusty and asked Xu Ma for a handkerchief to wipe it, she just wanted to wipe it clean but was dissatisfied with Zhuo Yu.

"Who told you to touch my stuff!"

Zhuo Yu's reproachful voice sounded, Zhuo Meng held the music box that had been almost wiped and looked at Zhuo Yu in a daze, Zhuo Shiwen was still behind Zhuo Yu, Zhuo Meng felt even more helpless when he saw him.

"I just saw that she was dirty and wanted to make it clean."

She said cowardly.

Zhuo Yuhu looked at her suspiciously, approached her, she snatched the music box in her hand, looked at the music box, she looked at her again, with a look of disdain: "You are much dirtier than it, can you wipe it clean...... Besides, you're not qualified to touch my stuff. ”

Zhuo Yu's words were strong and scathing, and in front of his father, such a stimulus, how could the eight-year-old Zhuo Meng endure it, clenched her small palm, she became strong in front of Zhuo Yu for the first time and refused to show weakness.

"You don't want it anymore, what if I touch it."

Zhuo Yu didn't expect Zhuo Meng to suddenly rise up to refute her, and immediately turned white, Zhuo Yu glared at Zhuo Meng, and suddenly raised his hand and threw the music box at Zhuo Meng's feet: "Even if I don't want it, it's also my thing, you can't touch it, you can't touch it, the things you touch are disgusting!" ”

Zhuo Yu shook his hand and left, and the footsteps of "tap and tap" sounded behind Zhuo Meng, cold and ruthless.

Zhuo Meng looked at the mess in the place, and tears unconsciously welled up in his eyes. Realizing that her father was still here, she held back the tears in her eyes to prevent it from falling, and stubbornly raised her head to look at him, her eyes full of grievances but stubbornly without a trace of weakness.

At that time, Zhuo Shiwen watched all this coldly and didn't say a word, after his little daughter left, he didn't want to stay with her longer, he started ruthlessly, he went straight to the study, there was no comfort, there was no turning back, he left Zhuo Meng with only a cold figure......

There was still music on the music box in the room, Zhuo Meng looked at the music box and smiled helplessly: she thought, he must have thought that she was sad about the broken music box, so he sent it here, he didn't know her emotions, even she herself almost forgotten, why she cried in the first place, and why she was so stubborn, too much time has passed, she doesn't want to delve into it anymore, and she doesn't want to think about it anymore, so she put the music box aside, lay down on the bed, and she fell asleep peacefully.