Sheng Jia, who was about to enter the door, paused for a moment and looked back at him, "Go in." ”

"Hmm!" Xiaohe nodded, and looked at the black-clothed people a few more times.

Xue Su's ward is a luxurious suite, very large, at the moment she is sitting by the window and I don't know what she is looking at, there is a girl in a nurse's uniform next to her, who actually took a book of poems and is helping her read poems.

This picture is surprising, but also inexplicably harmonious and warm.

Sheng Jiashen and his younger brother stood by the door without moving, until a poem was read, and the nurse found them and was a little surprised: "Second young master!" ”

Ye Tingting is Xue Su's nurse, and when she saw them coming, she didn't recite poetry anymore.

"Aunt Xue, the second and third young masters have come to see you, so I'll go out first."

She took the poetry book and nodded at Sheng Jiashen, and walked out the door.

"Mom." Kowa squealed timidly, unsure if she was awake now.

Xue Su glanced back at them, but there was no happy look on his face, "What are you doing here?" ”

"Today is Chinese New Year's Eve." Sheng Jia opened his mouth and said.

Xue Su seemed to be stunned for a moment, no wonder she saw the red lanterns hanging in the courtyard, but the entire sanatorium was even quieter, and she immediately said sharply: "I hate festivals the most!" ”

Xiaohe dodged back, and he clenched Sheng Jiashen's clothes a little helplessly.

Sheng Jiashen was also afraid of stimulating her again, so he only took out the lunch box he brought first, the lunch box was kept warm, and the dumplings were still hot when he took them out, he put them on the small table in front of Xue Su, obviously feeling that she was stunned, and frowned at him.

"What is this?"

"Your daughter-in-law wrapped it." Sheng Jia Shen also whispered interface.

He even had a hunch that she might smash the lunch box in anger, but he didn't expect her to be silent for a while, as if she remembered something, and suddenly asked, "That girl...... How's her face? ”

She actually remembered the incident when she hurt Zhao Qiqi.

Sheng Jiashen was a little surprised, he said, "It's already good." ”

"Mom, you can eat some dumplings, the second sister-in-law's bag is delicious." Xiaohe leaned out from behind the second brother and couldn't help but say.

Xue Su glanced back at him, and then at Sheng Jiashen.

She seemed to be calm today, and she didn't recognize the wrong person calling them by name: "Shenshen, Xiaohe." ”

Sheng Jiashen felt that her condition was well controlled and she could be discharged from the hospital, so she said, "You eat some dumplings first, I'll talk to the dean and take you home for the New Year." ”

"Home?"

Xue Su laughed briefly, his voice full of sarcasm, if that was also home.

"Don't go, I'm not going back, I'll stay here, I'm not a festival, I'm not a New Year, you all go back." She waved her hand and chased them away in annoyance.

Sheng Jiashen's brows furrowed tightly.

His mother stubbornly refused to celebrate the New Year and left herself in the past, she guarded the name of Mrs. Sheng, but now she is not even willing to return to the old mansion of the Sheng family.

"Mom, you can go back with me and my second brother!" Xiaohe wanted to step forward to pull her, but Xue Su jumped up all of a sudden and roared angrily: "Let you go, why are you so disobedient!" ”

Seeing that her mood was not right, Sheng Jiashen pulled Xiaohe back, and he was silent for a few seconds: "Okay, let's go back." ”

"But Mom—" Xiaohe hesitated.

Sheng Jiashen took him out, and the moment he closed the door, he saw his mother sitting back at the table, she bowed her head and picked up her chopsticks.