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In September, it is another year of early start. I didn't report to work, I don't plan to go to school anymore, Lin Yawei said: "You just concentrate on taking care of Uncle Qin at home, everything is up to me." ”

I nodded, in fact, according to her original plan, she was going to study abroad, but for me, she stayed, she said: "Little fool, you are so stupid, what should I do if you are abducted by others, you haven't repaid me yet, won't I lose a lot, no, I have to guard you for another two years." ”

That day, when I came back from the hospital, I heard outside the study that my father, who was supposed to be resting, was still talking to Uncle Hymers.

Daddy said: "She went to the hospital and didn't come back so soon, Xiaohai, my disease can't be cured, I still have hope when I first see her, we have to let her accept the reality." In addition to being stubborn, that girl is actually cold, except for her own family, she is not close to anyone, I am worried that I will not be there in the future, what will she do, I am not afraid of death, I am afraid of being bullied at the first sight. ”

Tears have already crawled all over my cheeks, I leaned against the wall, tears poured out like this, Daddy, you are like this, you are still thinking about me! How can I see He De when I first see you, and have you as my father?

"Okay, I'm just a little thirsty." Daddy smiled and took the porridge. I walked behind him, gently massaged his head, and touched a gray hair with my right hand, and my heart trembled, when did my father have gray hair? Does the tree-tall man have gray hair too?

"It's fine!" I bit my lower lip, and my eyes were sour.

When he was awake, he asked me to help him sit on the chaise longue under the flower gallery and watch the wind and clouds with me. More often than not, he would stay in the room with me, listening to me play the piano over and over again, and he would look at me with a gentle, long look in his eyes as if he wanted to see something through me, and several times I could clearly hear him muttering, "Fluttershy!" ”

In fact, I know that my father's headaches are getting more frequent and worse, and I also know that he is taking painkillers behind my back, and he doesn't want me to see his headaches.

Daddy's coma was getting longer and longer, and I often waited anxiously, testing his snort again and again, and I was afraid that he would leave me alone in his sleep.

How I wish time had gone a little slower, a little slower, and let my dad be with me again, but why did you say goodbye to me, daddy?

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