The next morning, Zhang Jin focused his gaze on He Qingqian more frequently, and his eyes were more affectionate and guilty, but the others were still the same as usual.

After Zhang Jin got up in the early morning, he first took the gurney that was sleeping with He Qingqian, and came to the rooftop of the building together. While pulling away Jiashi, using "Baduanjin" as today's exercise content, he talked to He Qing, who was lying on the bed, about today's weather, about the shape of the clouds in the sky, and about the chaotic brightness at the junction of the eastern sky and the sea line when the sun was about to rise......

Then, I came to the Xiaolou restaurant with the gurney, while eating Sister Wang's haode breakfast, while casually chatting with Mother He, Lin Lin, and Mr. Liu, while listening to the yellow bird that had just been fed, the 'little thing', standing on the head of the gurney, why Qingqing sang.

It wasn't until after breakfast that Zhang Jin finally showed a difference from usual.

After breakfast today, Zhang Jin did not push He Qingqian's gurney to the locust tree in the backyard as usual and immediately started his daily morning reading. Instead, he sat on the side of the dining table and waited, until Mother He, who was eating slowly, also finished eating, and then opened her mouth and said:

"Aunt Wen, I want to talk to you!"

Regarding Zhang Jin's strange performance last night, He's mother had already vaguely predicted it in her heart. Therefore, when Zhang Jin spoke, Mother He didn't feel too abrupt, and nodded without hesitation.

Zhang Jin and He's mother pushed He Qingqian's gurney to the locust tree and sat down across the coffee table. Zhang Jin boiled water and made tea with his hands and feet, and his movements were like flowing water.

During this process, the two people sitting across the table tacitly did not speak. It's like you're brewing the atmosphere of a conversation.

When Mother He drank a cup of tea, made some calculations in her mind, and confirmed that she was fully prepared for the rest of the conversation, she finally spoke:

"Xiao Jin, if you have anything to say, just say it! Aunt Wen, listen! ”

Zhang Jin put down the tea cup in his hand, first turned his head and stared deeply at He Qingqian's pretty face on the gurney, and then turned his head to look at He's mother's eyes with firm eyes. After confirming that Mother He could see her seriousness and solemnity from her eyes. Zhang Jincai said word by word:

"Aunt Wen, when Qingqian wakes up, I will be with her. I hope you'll agree! ”

Zhang Jin's serious posture. Mother He, who had an indifferent expression before, also took things seriously and put on a solemn face. After listening to Zhang Jin's request. Mother He didn't show any other expressions, but just asked lightly:

"Are you with my family? What do you mean by 'together'? ”

Hearing He's mother's rhetorical question, Zhang Jin explained:

"Aunt Wen, during this time, I will read a shallow diary every day.

So I know, although I and Qingqian have been separated for several years, just as I can't let go of her, Qingqian has never let go of me.

I also know that in the past few years, it has been too bitter. I hope she wakes up and doesn't suffer any more. She wants to be with me!

And, to put it a little more selfishly, I want to be with her even more!

So, for the sake of shallowness, but also for myself. I implore you to grant my request! Although nothing can separate us again this time, you are a shallow mother after all, and we still hope to be able to get your blessing! ”

Zhang Jin's words, although they were not intense, but Mother He heard the determination in the words. Zhang Jin's words are clearly saying that he is in favor or against. No matter what the obstacles, this time he will not be separated from He Qingqian.

Zhang Jin will now implore himself to agree, but it is just a courtesy, an expectation, and it has no decisive effect.

Although Zhang Jin's words to exclude himself from the ranks of decision-makers did not sound very comfortable, the premises he talked about made He's mother a little moved. …,