Country M.

California winters are bitterly cold, and the snow-white hospital corridors are bustling with people looking curiously around the corners.

In the corner under the windowsill, a young Chinese girl squatted there, looking about twenty years old and looking good.

If it weren't for the tears streaming down her arms with a child of about four or five months in her arms, people would probably think she was a female student who came to study abroad.

But the girl in front of her is already the mother of a child.

I don't know why she cried so miserably, the hospital has always been a place of life and death, and it seems that she is used to seeing this kind of sadness, and no one goes to inquire and care.

The cold blue light of the sky came in through the window and fell on her face, making her fair face even paler.

She hugged the child tightly, crying silently, suppressed and hoarse, and deeply sad.

The doctor's cold and rigid words just now lingered in his ears, and every sentence was heartwarming.

Miss Wen, the child has congenital heart failure, and his heart is failing at a visible rate per hour per minute until he dies.

Miss Wen, three months have passed, and you still don't have the money to operate on your child.

Miss Wen, in the last three days, if you don't have surgery again, you will have no surgery.

Her tears fell on the child's face, and perhaps she felt the warm despair, and he finally woke up after several coma.

He was a beautiful boy, only five months old, and his appearance was already visible and good-looking, with a pair of swarthy eyes, but at this moment, those eyes were like a layer of fog, looking at her, teaching her to be heartbroken.

As if he knew she was crying, he also began to cry, and his small body struggled in her arms, but immediately softened weakly.

She panicked and cried out to him: "Baby, baby......"

He opened his eyes and looked at her, and fell back into a deep sleep.

Wen Liang got up from the ground, wiped away his tears, and ran towards the hospital nurses' station.

She wants to save him, she must save him.

The blonde nurse in the nurses' station looked in amazement at the black-haired and yellow-skinned Chinese girl in front of her, who had just snatched the microphone from her hand.

She trembled, holding the child and dialing with difficulty, then holding the microphone tightly to her ear.

This familiar number rolled in her mind, but for more than a year, she never dialed it again.

Now, hardship has crushed her last bit of persistence.

The phone went through, and someone over there picked up the phone, but didn't speak.

Wen Liang held the microphone tightly, her heart was beating like thunder at this moment, the man she had missed madly countless times in the middle of the night, but now when it came to talking, she couldn't say a word.

There was no sound in the microphone at all, so heavy that it made her panic, and she finally choked up with tears: "Mr. Gu, I am Wen Liang." ”

This day is December 29, which is the 29th reunion night as the Chinese say, the Gu family has a banquet, and a phone call from California was picked up by Gu Hanshi.

The person on the other end of the line was crying bitterly, his words staccato and incoherent.

Approximately:

Mr. Gu, the child has been born, unfortunately, he suffers from congenital heart failure and is now in urgent need of $100,000 for surgery.

In the last sentence, her voice couldn't be lower, and she begged him: "Mr. Gu, if you are free, come and see him!" ”

As he spoke, he burst into tears.

The five-month-old child, who did not know his life and death, had never come to see him when Gu Han.

Wen Liang is heartbroken, this child was born without a father!

It snowed in the winter of City C, and the voices in the Gu family banquet hall gradually disappeared, Gu Han held the microphone when he held it, his eyebrows were immersed in the cold light of the snow, how long he looked, how hard his heart was.

He only said two sentences, the first one: "Who is Wen Liang?" There were so many women when I was Gu Han, where do I remember whose name? ”

"You want to use your child to trick me? You see, God doesn't give you this opportunity, and if you die, isn't it just right? ”

It was December in California, the microphone slipped from Wen Liang's hand, the blood was stagnant in her body, and she stood there stunned, as if someone had drained her strength.

At that moment, she finally realized what it was, and her heart was as dead as ashes.

When Gu Han is the most ruthless, you are the most ruthless!

That night, the child suddenly fell unconscious with a high fever, and then was pushed into the emergency room, where Wen Liang knelt in front of the emergency room and begged the elderly doctor to save her child.

The doctor came out, shook his head and said to her sympathetically, "I'm sorry Miss Wen, we've done our best!" ”

Her head thumped, and at that moment, she felt like she was flying.

The child walked suddenly, and she looked through the unclosed door of the emergency room, where the nurse was covering his entire body with a white cloth.

His small body lay there, motionless.

The bright and snowy hospital, filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant water, stood there warm and straight, and never shed a drop of tears.

On the night of the 29th day of the Lunar New Year, China's C City fireworks filled the night sky, people were full of laughter, red lanterns hung all over the long road, and relatives gathered at the table to eat a reunion dinner happily.

Everywhere is full of festivities.

On this night, the cool of California, USA, walked into the rolling traffic.

At the eager honking of the car, she turned her head slightly to look at the traffic that was running over her, and spread her hands like a bird about to fly.

It was like she was going to fly to heaven, but her heart wanted to enter the region.

There was a panicked and piercing sound of sudden braking in her ears, her body was knocked out, and when her flesh and blood were blurred, she didn't cry out in pain, but only muttered resolutely: "Gu Hanshi, you are a ghost, and I want you to break your bones and scatter ashes!" ”