I struggled to get out of his arms, and ran forward, and I rushed far away, and I was about to reach the door, and my feet were so weak that I tripped over the carpet, and I fell to the ground again, and almost hit the door.

The fall was so hard that I couldn't get up for several seconds.

It was already dark outside the door, and my face was printed on the glass door, with a cloak and a blood-red eye. I was taken aback by myself.

Behind him was Fu Yankai's heavy and fast footsteps, his hand grasped my waist, I got up with the strength of his hand, and he said behind him: "Fang Qing, you take your time." ”

How do I take my time?

How can I be slow?

I was in a hurry, but I could only rely almost entirely on Fu Yankai's strength to move forward.

When I got into his car, I sat in the passenger seat, shivering. My teeth chattered, but I wasn't cold, and I wasn't scared.

I couldn't control myself.

I couldn't control myself.

Fu Yankai turned his head to look at me a few times.

I wondered if I hadn't thanked him yet, and I didn't look at Lu Lao to look at me, so I forced myself to say, "Mr. Fu, thank you for remembering the old and rushing to save me." You may not be able to make any money on this deal. ”

There were almost no cars on the road, probably because it was late at night, the car driving on the opposite side was shining with high beams, and the light beam hit Fu Yankai's face, he squinted in displeasure, and suddenly increased his speed.

After a long while, he said lightly: "Your trembling should be a large dose of diazepam, and you woke up too early." ”

I turned my head to look at him in a daze, and I reacted, he looked at me because I was trembling, not for my promise.

He added, "Try to take a deep breath and take your time." ”

Fu Yankai rarely talks to me seriously like this, and when he speaks seriously, it makes people feel at ease for no reason.

I subconsciously obeyed his words, took a deep breath, and controlled myself to keep clenching and releasing my fists to divert attention.

The psychiatric hospital is relatively remote, and it took almost an hour to reach the hospital late at night.

When I got out of the car, I asked Fu Yankai where my grandfather was, and he said that he should still be in the emergency room, or the intensive care unit, which is easy to find.

I quickly got out of the car and went to the inpatient department.

The corridor of the hospital is very long, and the white tiles, and the white-clothed medical staff walking through the corridor, all pierce my eyes.

I walked briskly, my steps vague, and every step felt like walking on the beach, one foot deep and the other shallow.

After walking for a while, I began to gasp for breath, and suddenly there were footsteps behind me, I wondered if my uncle had rushed over, and when I looked back, it turned out to be Fu Yankai.

I didn't expect him to follow, and when I turned around, he had already walked up to me, and without speaking, he put his arm around me.

Seeing me looking at him, he frowned: "Let's go." ”

I'm going to really need help, and he's just in time.

I said two more thanks.

His hand was holding me steadily, but his expression was like just carrying a kitten and a puppy, and he didn't care much: "It's nothing, the company usually does charity." ”

He was tall and had a big stride, and it was already hard for me to follow in his footsteps, and I didn't have the heart to be polite.

From afar, I saw my grandmother sitting in the waiting area outside the rescue room.

I quickened my pace, and my grandmother immediately got up, almost trotted, came to me, grabbed my hands, opened her mouth and scolded, you stinky girl, why are you—grandma pouted, she couldn't go on, and her hot tears soon fell on my hands.

She pointed to the intensive care unit and choked up: "The doctor is in there to rescue you!" Your grandfather sent you so many text messages, and you didn't reply to any of them. Why are you so ruthless...... "Grandma pulled out her hand, covered her eyes, turned her back and sobbed quietly.

I watched her weeping back.

I have seen her cry countless times, sometimes because she has no money to pay for our tuition, sometimes because Fang Jide lost her temper at home, this is the only time she cried Fang Jide as a person.

At this time, the doctor in the emergency room came out.

Grandma quickly wiped away her tears and asked, "How is it?" ”

"Don't stay in the ICU, go to the general ward." The doctor said, "It's only been a day or two, so let's call his son over quickly." ”

Grandma's tears came out again.

I watched as the nurse pushed out of the bed, and on it lay an old man with a blue tube in his nose, his face darkened, and his eyes sunken. I recognized it for a while before I connected the Fang Jide who had kicked me down with the patient in front of me.

They pushed him to the general ward, tidied up, and went out, and I followed from a distance, with an indescribable sadness rolling in my heart.

For many years, I hated him and longed for him to die.

In the end, it told me that the person I hated the most in my life, most of my hatred, was wrong.

If he knew he could show the snow, what would he say when he woke up? If he won't slap me like he did back then, if he still has the strength.

My eyes were dry and swollen again.

My grandmother pushed me by the waist, pushed me to my grandfather's bed, and said with a crying voice, "Go and talk to your grandfather." ”

What to say? He couldn't hear what I said.

But my grandmother still grabbed my hand and forced it on Fang Jide's hand.

I sat down and took his hand in one hand.

I remembered that when I married Zhang Bailiang, he was happy to invite us in to talk. He told Zhang Bailiang that I had suffered a lot of grievances and asked him to treat me well.

He is probably sincere, he doesn't care about this granddaughter who framed him and didn't give him a good look, and looks forward to her marrying a good family.

But what did I do at the time?

Because he touched me with his rough, calloused hands, I threw my face and left.

At that time, what about Zhang Bailiang, would he have a little weakness in his heart towards his grandfather?

Fang Jide's hands were as dry as a handful of tree roots, and they were not a little angry.

I opened my mouth for a while before I made a voice: "Grandpa, I'm Fang Qing, I'm here to apologize to you, wake up and look at me." ”

As I said this, a string of tears rolled down without warning, and my throat choked instantly, I didn't expect me to cry.

I grew up watching my grandmother's tears, but I rarely shed tears myself.

Fang Jide was still lying there, motionless. There is no drama in the TV series where the dying patient will roll tears from the corners of his eyes in front of the person he wants to see the most.

I stood for a long, long time.

The string of tears on his face was dry.

Grandma pulled me: "That Mr. Fu, said that he was going back, you hurry up to see him off, if it weren't for him, you wouldn't know if you would have come in time." ”

I nodded, walked outside the ward, and saw Fu Yankai's departing back. I shouted: "Mr. Fu......"

Fu Yankai looked back at me and said, "Is the money enough?" ”

As I walked over, I said that it was enough, that my uncle's conditions were okay, and that I had left a sum of money for them when I got married. And then at this point, what is the use of the money?

He nodded, waved his hand and said, "Come back, call me if you have something." ”

I stood in front of him, my head hung down, and my grandmother probably wanted to ask me to say a few words of thanks, and I thanked him from the bottom of my heart for saving me when I needed it most. But I don't want to say it, this kind of superficial statement.

His shadow hung over me, and he stood for a moment, then said, "Go back." ”

He turned away, and the shadow departed.

I walked slowly back to the ward, and my grandmother stood at the door and asked me, "This person has been watching you at the door and saying that he won't disturb you." Who is he? ”

I shook my head: "One...... Acquaintance. ”

I turned around and asked, "Where's my uncle?" ”

"Go out and get a car, in case your grandfather can't do it, you have to rush back to the house." Grandma said.

The people in our village are all particular about returning to their roots and do not want to die in the hospital.

I stayed in front of my grandmother's hospital bed, and I didn't dare to close my eyes all night, for fear of missing him to wake up. I want to admit my mistakes to him personally. But he didn't give me that chance, and he never turned around, just like in that night's dream.

After dawn, our family, escorting my grandfather on the hospital bed, got a car, he could no longer breathe on his own, and he was hung on a ventilator all the time, and only after returning home did he unload oxygen.

He took his last breath in his bed, surrounded by his family.

I stood at the head of the bed, silently watching his lifeless face, my eyes swollen and painful, but not a single tear.

Everyone was mentally prepared for the death of my grandfather, because it had been several months since he was diagnosed with cancer. But I wasn't.

Not only that, but when I should have seen him the most, and told him about the events of that year, he died. Leave me with a regret that I can't let go of for the rest of my life.

When I remembered that all this was the initiator, Zhang Bailiang, my numb heart was like a fire, and it was fried by hatred.

Because of his evil deeds, I gave up on myself and went to the stage, made money, and turned around to buy him a car and a house, but in the end, I was forced into a mental hospital, and my grandfather was angry with him, and he couldn't even hear an apology before he died.

I staggered, walked out, stood under the eaves, and watched the autumn rain outside.

When I was young, every time my grandparents quarreled at home, I felt depressed, and I would always go out, stand in this place, and look outside. Wait for the house to calm down before carefully entering the house.

But today, I'm hiding in the bed, and I can't sit up anymore, even if my grandfather scolds me.

The wind-blown hair was wet and sticking to my face, and the mournful cries of relatives and friends could be heard in the room.

I can't cry, my sorrow, how can I cry with crying?

In the courtyard, relatives and friends who were handling funerals were busy, and the mournful music of the trumpet erhu sounded, and the smell of incense, candles, and paper money was all over the nose.

I am my granddaughter, but I am the only grandchild, and I kneel in front of his coffin and kowtow to all the relatives and friends who came to pay my respects.

Zhang Bailiang's family arrived in the evening. The gauze bands on his hands hadn't been removed.

The news was very fast, after all, it was from a neighboring village, and I didn't want him to show up at my grandfather's funeral at all.

The mother-in-law got out of the car and greeted the fellow countrymen, pretending to wipe her tears, and the grandmother went to receive them, and the mother-in-law complained to the grandmother in a loud voice: "Your family Fang Qing, it's really not a thing, how can you cut your husband with a knife?" ”

The eldest uncle and grandmother glanced at each other, but neither of them spoke.

The mother-in-law said, "Bailiang, others are not things, you can't follow the example, go and put incense on your grandfather." ”