I don't know what call Fujinanyi received.

His face instantly became serious, he threw away Fuyue's hand, and left anxiously.

Fuyue looked at his back as he ran away a little dazed, looking at the guitar he threw down underground, thinking about picking it up and holding it in his arms.

The petite girl stands alone under the street lamp, holding a guitar, which makes people feel pitiful no matter how you say it.

Until Fuji Nanyi's back disappeared into the night.

Fu Yue let out a long sigh and resigned himself to his guitar and went home.

After taking a shower that night, Fuyue contacted Fuji Nanyi on WeChat.

A small Zhou porridge: Is something happening today? Are you okay now?

A small Zhou porridge: By the way, I'll help you take your guitar home.

Fujinanyi didn't reply to her, and she didn't know what she was doing.

Fuyue held her mobile phone, buried her face in the pillow and fell asleep unconsciously.

When she was in chaos, she had a terrible dream.

I woke up all at once.

After sitting at the head of the bed and turning on the wall lamp, she got up and poured a glass of water to drink.

But when she thought back to the dream, she couldn't remember anything.

Back in the bedroom, she found her phone at the bedside and opened it to look at it.

It was only two o'clock in the morning.

Just as she was about to put off the screen and go back to sleep.

I saw the WeChat message.

It was sent to her by Gu Yao, and the other two were sent to her by Fuji Nanyi.

took the lead in looking at Gu Yao.

He came to plead guilty and asked her if she had come home.

Fuyue replied: I replied very early.

She was obviously asleep, after all, it was past two o'clock.

Here, she clicked on Fuji Nanyi's news again.

Fujinanyi: My mother's illness suddenly attacked, and she was rescued in the emergency room.

Fujinanyi: Thank you, I'll pick it up another day.

Fuyue looked at it, her brow furrowed.

She knew that Fuji Nanyi's mother was sick, but she didn't know what kind of disease his mother had.

A small Zhou porridge: Is Auntie's condition under control?

A small week porridge: everything will be fine [hug]

Just two minutes after she sent the message, I thought the other party would not reply to him.

As a result, the news of Fuji Nanyi came.

[I just got out of the operating room, and I'm still in a coma. 】

[Haven't you slept yet?] 】

A small Zhou porridge: Just woke up, are you okay?

[I'm fine, thank you.] 】

Fuyue looked at the chat history, not knowing what to think.

A small Zhou porridge: May I take the liberty of asking, what disease does my aunt have?

Fuji Nanyi's side.

He stood in the smoking area of the hospital, took out a cigarette he hadn't smoked once in 10,000 years, lit it and smoked it.

The smoke blocked his deep vision, and he couldn't see clearly.

There was a "buzzing" movement from the mobile phone in his hand.

He opened his eyes, his eyes narrowing.

Typing on the screen for a long time.

【Stomach Cancer】

In order to pay off the family's debts, his mother would work seven or eight part-time jobs every day.

Because I was too busy to eat, I was left with stomach problems over time.

And because I haven't taken good care of it, I will get stomach cancer.

He didn't know about it until she had a stomach outbreak.

All the scholarships he has earned over the years have been thrown into it, but it has not been enough to pay for his mother's chemotherapy surgery.

Remembering what the doctor said today.

If you don't get chemotherapy as soon as possible, your condition will get worse.

Fuyue stared at the word stomach cancer for a long time, and finally went to Baidu.

After reading it, Fuyue did not reply to Fuji Nanyi's WeChat, but called him directly.

When he received a strange call, Fuji Nanyi was still stunned.