When Ning Yuan and Qi Guo came to visit Qu Jingtian, their faces were ugly, with inexplicable sadness, and the two people who usually loved to be lively and talkative chose to be silent here.

This unique state is not only strange to Ye Guoguo, but even Huahua is not used to it, this is not Uncle Ning Yuan's style!

Qu Jingtian smiled faintly as usual, since he lost his memory, he has completely changed as a person, with a gentle temperament, humble and polite, except for his wife and children, he is the same to everyone, no one can be special, even his brothers.

This attitude made Ning Yuan Qi Guo and them very hurt, but they were helpless.

Ye Guoguo looked at the two worriedly, wanted to ask but didn't know how to speak, she was afraid that they would say something that would stimulate Qu Jingtian, Ye Ye had written back to her, saying that Qu Jingtian's condition seemed to be similar, according to various data, the injury was more serious, the brain clot was large, and the probability of causing local amnesia was relatively high, so it was not appropriate to be stimulated more in this case.

Huahua glanced at Ning Yuan with big eyes, suddenly ran to Ning Yuan's side, tilted her head and asked, "Uncle, why are you crying?" Isn't someone bullying you? Tell me and I'll help you. There was a clear sign of concern in his eyes.

Ning Yuan, who has been bullied by Huahua as an uncle, has a warm current in his heart, this child is really painful.

He hugged Huahua to his lap, touched his head, crumpled his hair, and said angrily, "Who else dares to bully me except you bully me?" ”

"Uncle, don't cry, I won't bully you anymore in the future." Huahua said seriously.

Ning Yuan put his head on Huahua's head, "Uncle didn't cry, Uncle is just sad." ”

Qi Guo on the side was silent, took out a cigarette from his pocket, talked to his mouth, wanted to touch the lighter, glanced at Qu Jingtian, stopped again, just chattered the root, and moved from the left corner of his mouth to the right corner.

"Uncle, why are you sad?"

"Because, my uncle's friend, your father's friend, is sick."

Ye Guoguo was taken aback, Song Xiaobei? Some time ago, I heard that he went abroad, and only a few days after he came back, the day before yesterday in the hospital for examination, I heard that he was not feeling well, and then sat down here in Quda and left.

Ye Guoguo recalled his face, very haggard, very pale, and the whole person was silent. She asked him how he was, and he said it wasn't out, but it shouldn't be a big deal. Now that Ning Yuan and Qi Guo have lonely and sad looks, could it be that something big happened to Song Xiaobei?

"What's wrong with Second Brother Song?" Ye Guoguo couldn't help asking.

Ning Yuan sighed, looked at Qu Da worriedly, and closed his open mouth again.

Qi Guo suddenly took down the cigarette, and his eyes suddenly turned red, "I can't bear it, let's say it!" He wiped his eyes with his hand fiercely, "Song Er has stomach cancer, which is in an advanced stage." The doctor said he only had half a year to live at most! ”

The apple in Ye Guoguo's hand fell to the ground and rolled under the bed.

Qu Da's brows furrowed, and the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually faded.

Huahua was stunned for a moment, and suddenly said to Ye Guoguo with a sad face, "Mom, is Uncle Song going to die?" What about Beibei? ”

Qu Jingtian's eyes sank, as if he was thinking.

Ye Guoguo didn't care about the apple, and asked him softly, "Do you want to meet Second Brother Song?" ”

There was an involuntary tremor in her voice, stomach cancer? Advanced? It sounds unreal.

The gentle man had a gentle and jade-like temperament in his gestures, and she couldn't associate him with cancer. He was too young, his children were too young, and they had never met yet. The child never called Daddy, and his warm arms would slowly turn cold, and he couldn't hold the angelic girl.

Qu Jingtian nodded, slowly got out of bed, Huahua slipped off Ning Yuan's lap, and held her father's hand, "I'm going to see Uncle Song too." ”

Qi Guo waved his hand, "Go ahead, I'm not going, it's uncomfortable to look at, and I'm fucking panicking!" ”

Ning Yuan said the ward number, but he didn't move, he didn't want to go, it was too uncomfortable, too sad.

A family of three, Ye Guoguo supported Qu Jingtian, Qu Jingtian held Huahua's little hand, and the camera on the back was harmonious, harmonious and happy, but they didn't know that the faces of the three of them were melancholy, their moods were heavy, and even the chattering Huahua stopped talking.

The door of the ward was gently pushed open, and Song Xiaobei was seen sitting on the bed with a blank face.

There was an old woman sitting next to her, dressed very delicately and neatly, with a fair complexion, well maintained, the wrinkles of the years were very fine and small, well-dressed, and the whole looked mediocre and rich, and it could be seen at a glance that she was a well-pampered Mrs. Kuo of a rich and noble family.

On the sofa on the other side of the hospital bed, there was a majestic old man, sitting straight, with gray hair, at this moment, the two old men clearly wrote sadness in their eyes, and the old lady was even more sad, and the handkerchief in her hand was constantly wiping her tears.

Ye Guoguo hadn't seen them, but she could guess who they were.

When a child is seriously ill, the saddest person will always be his parents. Everything will be fake, only the tears of her parents can't be fake, and the pain like a spike in her heart will pass. She thought of Leng Juan and Xiao Beibei.

The two old men looked at Qu Jingtian, and then at Ye Guoguo, the last of them, their eyes fell on Huahua, that look was very complicated, but more remorseful.

The old lady said to Qu Da with tears in her eyes, "Jingtian, you are very good, you are so good, the child is so old, so well-behaved, so cute." ”

As if she wanted to print the old lady's words, Huahua ran to her side and shouted crisply, "Grandma, don't cry, your eyes will hurt." He actually stretched out his little fat to wipe the old man's tears.

The old lady was touched by the sound of grandma, and when the little hand touched her face, she cried even more fiercely, "Xiaobei, mom is sorry for you, mom regrets it!" You let her come back, and your dad and I won't stop you again!" ”

Song Xiaobei's husband next to him was also in tears, looking straight at Huahua. If it weren't for his insistence, his grandson would be even older than the child in front of him, and he would be cuter and more well-behaved.

Ye Guoguo remembered that Qu Jingtian told her about Song Xiaobei and Leng Chan, because the Song family's parents were opposed, and Song Xiaobei was single-minded, causing the two to live together for many years and failed to achieve positive results. Ye Guoguo already knew that Leng Chan secretly left with the child in her arms, and secretly gave birth to the child who was not accepted by the Song family.

At this time, Song Xiaobei spoke, "Dad, Mom, go back, I'll be fine for the time being, the hospital is already contacting authoritarian doctors abroad for me, maybe a miracle will happen." Go back, I want to talk to Jing Tian. ”

The old man and the old lady finally left, and the room was quiet.

Qu Jingtian didn't speak from the time he entered the door to the time he sat down, and when the old man left, he only nodded. His gaze fell quietly on Song Xiaobei.

Song Xiaobei smiled lightly, pretended to be relaxed, and said, "Qu Da, we are real difficult brothers." Between his eyebrows, there was a loneliness that couldn't be dissolved.

Qu Jingtian also smiled lightly, as if he was very relaxed, and said, "Everything will be fine." ”

Listening to Ye Guoguo's ears, it is even more sad. Will everything be okay? Some couldn't stand the atmosphere, just felt that her nose was sore, she went to the bathroom, she needed to catch her breath.

Song Xiaobei looked at Ye Guoguo's back and nodded slowly, "Yes, everything will be fine." ”

"Have you got all the information?" After a pause for dozens of seconds, Qu Jingtian suddenly asked.

Song Xiaobei was a little stunned, his eyes flashed behind the lenses, he nodded slightly, "um".

"Good idea." The corners of Qu Jingtian's mouth curled.

"It's not creative, but it's just picking up someone's teeth. Fortunately, the effect is okay. The corners of Song Xiaobei's mouth also curled.

"No, it's good, you just lie in the ward and count your last days."

"yes, wait." Song Xiaobei sighed.

Huahua never understood what the two were saying, and couldn't help asking, "Uncle Song, what are you waiting for?" ”

"Wait for the angel to save my life." Song Xiaobei said to Huahua very seriously.

Huahua flattened her mouth and was very sad, "Uncle, you can't die, you haven't seen Bei Bei yet." ”

"Huahua, you have always been reluctant to tell me about Beibei, and now that my uncle is dying, can you talk about Beibei? Maybe Bei Bei is an angel and will save my life. ”

"But Beibei is a crying girl, she's not an angel."

"Angels are girls. She usually hides her wings, and when something important happens, she spreads her wings and flies to save people. ”

"Liar. My dad was injured, why didn't she come to the rescue? "Flowey doesn't believe it.

"Your dad isn't going to die." Song Xiaobei glanced at Qu Jingtian's hands and feet with the strap.

Huahua thought about it and felt that there was some truth, but why are all angels girls? He really wanted to ask Bei Bei immediately if she was an angel, and if she was really an angel, let her hurry up and save people.

"I'm going to ask Bebe."

Ye Guoguo came out of the bathroom and happened to hear this sentence, "What are you going to ask?" ”

"Uncle said that Bei Bei is an angel, I want to ask Bei Bei if it is, the angel will save people." Flowey said loudly.

Ye Guoguo's eyes narrowed and looked at Song Xiaobei.

Song Xiaobei smiled, "Huahua often talks about Beibei, I thought Beibei was his toy puppy kitten and small shell, but who knew that Lu Dao turned out to be a crying girl." Flowey, do you like girls? ”

"I don't like it, girls are not fun, I like my little brother, but my dad likes little sister, let my mother give birth to a younger sister, then the younger brother will have another brother in the future." Flowey managed to turn the conversation around.

Ye Guoguo's vigilance was immediately replaced by shame, especially when she felt that the smile on the corner of Qu Jingtian's mouth was dazzling, and it was clear that she was referring to something, and she glared at him secretly, fiercely.

When she came back from the visit, Qi Guo and Ning Yuan had already left, Ye Guoguo immediately hid in the bathroom and turned on the computer, she was familiar with the way, and she found Song Xiaobei's medical records at once, which was much simpler than Qu Jingtian's, and the bold fonts in the four black fonts on it were like four bombs, giving people the feeling of being wiped out, stomach cancer, advanced stage.

Ye Guoguo closed the computer weakly, she took out her mobile phone and began to call Leng Chan. But surprisingly, Leng Chan's phone was down. Ye Guoguo thought about it, turned on the computer again, and sent her an email, it turned out that she wanted to write more, but in the end she only wrote a few words, Song Xiaobei has terminal cancer.

As for whether Leng Chan came or not, she couldn't interfere. But she knew that Leng Chan loved Song Xiaobei. The stark contrast is that Huahua is five years old and doesn't know the existence of Qu Jingtian, Bei Bei has known that her father is Song Xiaobei since she was two years old.

After doing this, Ye Guoguo walked out of the bathroom, and Huahua immediately jumped over and pulled the computer, "Mom, I sent an email to Bei Bei and asked if she was an angel." ”

"Oh, then you ask." Ye Guoguo no longer hid the topic of the mother and daughter in front of Qu Jingtian.

Three days have passed, and there is still no news from Leng Chan's side.

In the past three days, many people can always see a glutinous rice dumpling in Song Xiaobei's ward, with big eyes, a fat face, fat arms and legs, slippery like a loach, he always asked over and over again in a very sympathetic voice, Uncle Song, are you still waiting for death?

Then Song Xiaobei's soft voice said, yes.

Except for the child, everyone could see the iron blue on his face that could not be concealed.

The old lady of the Song family, who often came to visit, once couldn't help it, she discussed with Huahua sadly, "Child, can you not keep saying this in front of your uncle?" ”

Although everyone knows that terminal cancer is waiting for death, but the sentence that you come and go is too sad, although you are a veritable fairy tawgli, but this fairy tale is too much.

Huahua's big eyes were full of confusion, "What are you doing?" Uncle also said that he was waiting for the envoy. ”

Not again. The old lady wiped her tears and sighed, "Child, can you please stop talking." ”

Huahua reached out to wipe her tears, "Grandma, don't cry, uncle will be fine, because the angel will come to save him, so, uncle is waiting for the angel's wings to spread every day." ”

Song Xiaobei was stunned, the angel's envoy?

The old lady was stunned, didn't she wait for death?

Even the nurse next to him was stunned, is it waiting? Wait for the angels to come.

Hey, kid, just a few words, can you not be so streamlined, it's just misleading a lot of people.

"Uncle, I'm waiting for Bei Bei to reply every day, and I'll tell you as soon as she has news."

Song Xiaobei squatted beside Huahua, stretched out his hand, and hugged him tightly.

Two days later, Leng Chan appeared in Song Xiaobei's ward with Beibei's wind and dust.

For a while, the room was full of sorrow, Song Xiaobei held his daughter and lover Beibei and choked up, Leng Chan hugged Song Xiaobei and cried, tears fell like rain, and the old man Song and Mrs. Song next to him were shocked at first, then happy, and even more sad in their hearts.

Qu Jingtian put his arm around Ye Guoguo's shoulders, held Huahua, and whispered, "Let's go." ”

"Guoguo, I will cherish everything I have, you and the child I will love with my life, I have forgotten before, now we start again, Guoguo, we will be happy." Back in his ward, Qu Jingtian circled Ye Guoguo on his chest and said solemnly, as if he was promising something.

Ye Guoguo's heart is sad, life is impermanent, happiness is fleeting, only cherish the present, who knows the road tomorrow, tomorrow's tomorrow, and far away in which cape.

She raised her face and kissed Qu Jingtian lightly on the face.

Qu Jingtian's eyes were wet, he lowered his head and kissed her on the lips. Huahua admired it for a while, but he really didn't want to be a third party, so he asked to join. Ran up and hugged my mother's legs, jumped up and jumped up, "Mom, I want to kiss too." ”

Two people who almost indulged in sweetness were interrupted, one embarrassed and the other unhappy.

Qu Jingtian said, "Huahua, it's time for you to go to school." ”

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