Imperial Capital Central Hospital.

Song Xingran has been to the hospital many times, and every time he comes, he feels that this place is inexplicably depressing.

The snow-white walls, the pungent smell of disinfectant water, and the cold white lights hitting everyone's body were cold.

Death and rebirth are all staged in this one place.

But more than that, it's depressed and sad.

When Song Xingran rushed to the door of the operating room, Lu Qingchen was standing at the staircase outside, holding a cigarette in his hand.

She hadn't seen him smoke since the last time she had taken his cigarette.

But now......

"How is Grandpa Lu doing now?"

She trotted up to him.

Lu Qingchen lowered his eyes and looked at her, his deep eyes were pitch black and heavy.

The aura of the whole person was gloomy and cold, and his thin lips were pursed.

Such a Lu Qingchen is distressing.

Song Xingran knew that although he was usually cold on the surface, he cared about Grandpa Lu very much.

The last time Grandpa Lu had an accident, she knew about it.

She stepped forward, suddenly hugged his waist, and whispered, "It's okay, I'm here." ”

Lu Qingchen hugged the person in his arms tightly.

It's like a drowning person who suddenly grabs the life-saving driftwood in front of him.

He bent over and buried his head in her neck.

Lu Yibei walked around outside the operating room uncertainly.

I was so anxious that I was about to cry.

At this moment, the doctor walked out.

The look was solemn.

He looked sideways at the top of the stairs and shouted, "Mr. Lu." ”

Lu Qingchen let go of Song Xingran and strode to the doctor.

Lu Yibei asked anxiously: "How is my grandfather?" ”

The doctor lowered his head and said in a heavy tone, "I'm sorry, we've done our best. ”

This sentence smashed on everyone's heads like five thunderbolts.

The atmosphere grew heavier and heavier.

Lu Yibei immediately cried.

"It's impossible, grandpa will be fine, didn't he survive last time?"

As he spoke, Lu Yibei wanted to break into the operating room.

was stopped by the doctor next to him.

"Young Master Lu, please calm down. Please mourn. ”

The last three words are the final judgment of a life.

Song Xingran's tears came out of his eyes, but he didn't cry, but gently held Lu Qingchen's hand.

Lu Qingchen's expression was very calm, but holding Song Xingran's hand, it was getting tighter and tighter.

After a while, he opened his thin lips lightly: "Follow your process." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a man in a black trench coat suddenly strode over.

Hurried footsteps rang out in the hallway.

"Professor Lu."

The doctor shouted, and the group turned back.

I saw Lu Qinghan who hurried back.

He is slender and tall, and his handsome face is somewhat similar to Lu Qingchen, but it looks a little softer than Lu Qingchen.

He was meticulously dressed, but his hair was a little messy, and he ran too quickly.

Lu Qinghan glanced at the people present, and said in a hoarse voice: "How is it?" ”

"Third Uncle~" When Lu Yibei saw Lu Qinghan, he suddenly cried louder.

Why did the third uncle come back?

"I'm sorry Professor Lu, the second cerebral hemorrhage was originally very risky, and I couldn't save it."

"Condolences."

Hearing the doctor's words, Lu Qinghan didn't say anything and leaned against the snow-white wall.

Slightly drooping eyes.

The expression was very calm.

He's like a cold robot, and he doesn't see any emotion.

It's just that those eyes, drooping, don't know if there is any emotion exposed.

Song Xingran didn't expect that seeing Lu Qinghan again would be such a scene.

A scene that no one wants to meet.

Lu Yibei cried very sadly, he stayed by Old Man Lu's side for many years.

The feelings are deep.

Kneeling beside the old man's bed, looking at his loved ones covered with a white cloth.

While crying, he shouted "Grandpa", and muttered: "It's all my fault, it's all my fault that I didn't take care of you." ”

Song Xingran stood next to him, looking at the old man on the bed, not knowing if he was peaceful when he left.

I don't know if he has anything else to say to them.

Unexpectedly, that phone call this morning turned out to be the last words of the old man to them.

Song Xingran couldn't help but remember that when she first started chasing Lu Qingchen, everyone was against it, and the first person to stand up for her was Grandpa Lu.

He asked her to take care of Lu Qingchen more, and on the last day, he was still worried about their marriage.

He is always idle, and wants to match her with Lu Qingchen, he is the most kind and kind old man she has ever seen.

The sound and smile are all in front of you, but they can only become memories.

Song Xingran wiped his tears and said in a low voice: "Don't worry, I will take care of him." ”

Lu Qingchen outside the house stood in the corridor with a solemn expression.

glanced at Lu Qinghan, who was leaning against the wall, and said lightly: "See? ”

Lu Qinghan nodded, his expression calm. I don't see any joy or sorrow.

"He was talking to me about you this morning." Lu Qingchen looked inside through the window.

The glaring white, cold.

"What did you say?" Lu Qinghan's tone was not turbulent.

"Caring about your life's work." Lu Qingchen's thin lips opened slightly, took out the cigarette in his pocket, and handed him one.

Lu Qinghan shook his head: "Don't smoke." ”

Lu Qingchen didn't say anything, his cold white fingers held the cigarette, and he said unhurriedly: "Find one, don't let him worry anymore." ”

With that, he took a step on his slender legs and walked towards the staircase.

Lu Qinghan leaned against the cold wall a little weakly.

There was a mist in his dark eyes, and he looked down at his hands.

He is an expert in neurosurgery, and these hands have saved many lives.

In the end, he couldn't even save his grandfather.

Scold.

There was a touch of guilt and helplessness in my heart.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and soon, his eyes were clear again.

The old man's funeral was quickly completed under Lu Qingchen's arrangement.

The day of the funeral was Tuesday, and many big people with heads and faces in the imperial capital came.

Maybe it's autumn, so there's a light rain in the sky.

Even the weather is much sadder.

Song Xingran held a black umbrella and stood beside Lu Qingchen.

Lu Yibei's eyes were swollen from crying, the rain hit his hair, and his face, mixed with tears, couldn't tell the difference.

The kind voice of "Beibei" in his memory will never be heard again.

The grandfather who always gave him pocket money and yelled at him to lose weight was gone.

Lu Yibei wiped his tears, looked at the black and white photos on the tombstone, and couldn't cry.

Song Xingran looked sideways and glanced at Lu Qingchen beside him.

He was surprisingly calm.

It's just that those eyes are bloodshot and their fists are clenched.

She knew he was having a hard time.

This is his only elder.

Let's go.

Because he is the backbone of this family, because he is the ruler of the Lu family, because he is Lu Qingchen.

So he can't cry.

A light rain hit the surface of the umbrella and slid down the surface of the umbrella.

Slowly, dripping onto the ground.

Gradually immerse yourself in the dirt.

Gone.

(End of chapter)