In autumn, the weather is getting cooler.

He Shiyi rushed to the third floor of Huaijiang Hospital, and on the side of the corridor, some old subordinates of Luo Rongkai had already gathered in the military headquarters. Looking at the situation, Luo Rongkai is still in the ward and has not come out yet.

This group of people has been here for almost a few hours, and the situation is urgent, and they ask to see Commander Luo. It's just that Luo Rongkai didn't pay attention to their instructions, and stayed in the ward and never appeared.

"Major Ho." One of them saw He Shiyi coming over and hurriedly greeted him.

"Hmm." He Shiyi just bowed his head and went straight to the ward. The man seemed to want to reach out to stop him, but the attendant next to him saw it and glared at him, and the man woke up.

I was so focused on the war that my mind was confused. Lying inside was Commander Luo's wife, but she was also Major He's mother.

He Shiyi approached the ward, but he didn't push the door. Qing Qian was sitting on a chair outside the corridor at the moment, his head hanging down, his long hair covering his face, and his figure was haggard.

He Shiyi looked at the figure, moved his lips, and couldn't say a word.

Behind him, Zhuang Xiaoxian patted the back of his wet clothes and gently pushed open the door of the ward.

The light in the room was inadvertently bright, and the curtains were not drawn. He wet clothes came in, Luo Rongkai glanced up, and then lowered his head and sat back in the shadows: "Come and see your mother." ”

He Shiyi approached, Luo Rongkai's temples were all white, as if he had aged more than ten years overnight.

On the hospital bed, He Xinwan fell asleep quietly.

"Mother." He Shiyi slowly walked to the bed, wanting to reach out to pull He Xinwan's hand. Halfway through, I took it back.

"Why are you here now?" Luo Rongkai's voice was slightly angry.

He was silent.

Luo Rongkai looked at He Wet clothes and sighed. got up and almost fell, He Shiyi was quick and hurried to help. The look on Luo Rongkai's face did not change, so he stopped and walked towards the door of the ward: You talk to your mother first, and I will go back when I go. ”

Qingqian heard the sound of the ward opening the door and looked up. It was Luo Rongkai who came out, and the person who had been in it for half a night finally came out.

In the past few months, Qing Qiandu has been in a trance.

In Hyein's official residence, he lived a life that was close to semi-house arrest. Every day, I watched the maple trees outside Huiren's residence slowly turn red, and the branches of the acacia trees gradually became bare.

Last night, Zhuang Xiaoxian suddenly came to invite, saying that his wife couldn't sleep when she woke up, and wanted to chat with her, so she went. He Xinwan talked to her a lot, bits and pieces, mentioning that when He was wet, she mentioned that she and Commander Luo were ....... Almost in the middle of the night, He Xinwan began to vomit blood...... He Xinwan's illness was dangerous, and she was sent to the hospital overnight. Luo Rongkai got the news and hurried over.

Not long after, a large number of officers came to the military headquarters, anxious to see Commander Luo, but Commander Luo just disappeared......

Seeing Luo Rongkai's back slowly moving away, Qing Qian couldn't help but say to Luo Rongkai; "Commander Luo, Mrs. said that you will have time to go to the bamboo garden to have a look, and loosen the soil for "no".

Actually, Qing Qian also doesn't understand what this sentence means.

However, when he saw Luo Rongkai standing there, he suddenly paused, and after a long time, he walked towards the officers of the military headquarters. Qing Qiancai breathed a sigh of relief.

He wet clothes came into the ward, and it was very quiet inside. There is no smell of disinfectant water, but there is a faint jasmine fragrance, if there is nothing. My mother loved to use this scent of perfume, so until she was away from home for a long time, she felt very kind every time she smelled jasmine.

He Shiyi looked up at the bedside table of the hospital bed, and a bunch of bright jasmine was blooming. Like a white lamp in a hospital room, it is beautiful and fragrant in a dimly lit room.

Looking at the jasmine, He Shiyi remembered the years in the "Lanfeng Building".

At that time, I lived with my mother in a separate building at the back, and my mother would see some people every month, and then she would keep herself upstairs for a long time. There are always fresh and beautiful four-season flowers on the dressing table in the room, but there is never jasmine.

At that time, I didn't understand this, but when I got older, I gradually understood, and I began to feel sad, embarrassed, and disgusted. Yes, I once hated my mother, although Aunt Zhuang repeatedly explained that it was not what she thought.

Later, when I was a little older, I saw all the things in the world, and saw the "top cards" between those rich men and the rich masters, so I understood my mother little by little. Determined to rescue her mother from the "fire pit", who knows, her mother said that she was willing to stay there.

Then, it's a negative feeling to leave home.

Now that I think about it, how helpless my mother must have been when she forced herself to leave. Alone, she had no choice but to choose to distance herself from her, away from being killed. I didn't even dare to ask my mother how she escaped Hua Jiyi's persecution after she left.

It seems that there are very few times when you really try to understand your mother.

Because, I always feel that there is still enough time. Slow down, slow down again. One day, I will have the opportunity to show my heart to my mother. However, time has passed, and he is quietly passing in the rush for one government affairs after another.

Her ambitions are too great, and her mother can't afford to wait like this.

The door of the ward "creaked" and gently pushed open, He Shiyi looked back, the light in the corridor had been turned on, and Qing Qian slowly walked in.

"Let's have a bite to eat! This was prepared by Aunt Zhuang. In the tray in Qingqian's hand, there was a bowl of white porridge and a few side dishes.

The light in the ward was turned on lightly, and the room brightened up for a moment, the light was too strong, and He Shiyi's eyes narrowed slightly.

Qingqian took He He's wet hand, and led him to the sofa in the rest area of the ward to sit down. He Shiyi struggled slightly, but still followed.

"Bang dang." The tray in his hand fell to the ground with a bang.

On the floor was a carpet and a small bowl of white porcelain, which narrowly rubbed the corners with the corners of the table. It spun a few times in the air and then fell on the carpet. White porridge was sprinkled on the blanket and sprinkled on He Shiyi's leather boots.

None of this mattered, He wet clothes pulled over his shallow body and hugged him tightly. With that force, it seems to be hugging the shallow into the body.

Last night, He Xinwan and Qing Qian talked a lot, and Qing Qian sat on the edge of the bed and listened quietly. The coffee on the bedside table was replaced with cup after cup. Watch the heat of the coffee slowly emerge from the cup and then disappear again.

At that time, Qing Qian had already decided to forgive He Wet Clothes and forgive himself once.

"It will pass." Qingqian stroked He Shiyi's back, gently, softly.

said to He Shiyi, but also to himself.