Every time I asked for leave to go back to accompany Qi Zhengzhe, Qi Zhengli would squeeze out time to accompany me, comfort me, and encourage me.

"Don't worry, Hao Junqi," Qi Zhengli's gaze was very firm, "We won't give up, as long as Zhengzhe has a breath, we won't give up." ”

"I know, I know," I choked, "thank you, Qi Zhengli." ”

"You have to be strong, you have to hold on. Whether Zhengzhe can hold up or not, the key is that you can hold on. You are the hope of Jeongcheol. ”

"I'll hold on," sitting in front of Qi Zhengzhe's bed, I held one of his hands, "Brother, listen, Qiqi will definitely hold on." You don't worry, so you have to hold on. You've got to hold on. ”

Tears flowed down my cheeks.

"And me, Jeong-cheol," Qi Zhengli stood beside me, "I will accompany my sister-in-law and wait for you, waiting for the day you wake up." ”

For a long time, I was in a state of slump and depressed. On the one hand, I firmly believe that Qi Zhengzhe will definitely wake up, so I pray for it every day, and on the other hand, I am afraid that one day I will suddenly receive a phone call, and my uncle or aunt will say that Qi Zhengzhe has gone. I just lived in fear.

It is said that Lin Daiyu in "Dream of Red Mansions" has a hard life, but I think my life is more bitter than Lin Daiyu.

Flowers and flowers are flying all over the sky, who has mercy on the red incense? The gossamer is soft and fluttering, and the flocculent is lightly stained with the embroidery curtain. …… The essence is clean and clean, which is better than dirt and ditches. Now that Nong is dead and buried, I don't know when Nong will be mourned? Nong is burying flowers and laughing idiots, who does he know when he buries Nong? Try to see the remnants of spring flowers gradually falling, that is, when the red face dies of old age; Once the spring is full of red faces, the flowers fall and people die without knowing!

Yes, at the end of the sky, where is the incense hill. Nong is burying flowers and laughing idiots, who does he know when he buries Nong?

During that time, nightmares were common, and I always dreamed that Qi Zhengzhe's face was covered with blood, crying and telling me that he didn't want to leave me; I always dreamed of walking in the autumn sun with Qi Zhengzhe, comfortable and happy, and he disappeared without a trace for no reason...... I always woke up crying from my dreams.

I woke up in the middle of the night and looked at the white ceiling, tears overflowing my eyes again. At that time, I will also think of my brother, and I will suddenly hate my brother, why? Why doesn't my brother show up at this time? Did my brother really forget about me completely? Could it be that my brother really forgot about the countryman because he was a city person? I asked the sky, and the sky was silent; I asked the ground, and the earth was silent.

Usually after having this kind of dream, I will try my best to ask for leave to go back to Qijiatun to see Qi Zhengzhe, who is still unconscious but can still breathe normally.

Brother, I forgot to tell you one thing, during this period, the leaders of the bureau have no mercy for me, let alone what expectations I have. My identity (there is a big leader in the provincial capital) has not been able to have any impact on them for a long time, and they have been "desperate", especially Director Wang's face changed faster, and he was very disgusted with me asking for leave from time to time. In our unit, when you ask for leave, you have to go to the office director to get a leave note.

But no matter what, as long as I feel that I want to go back to Qijiatun, I have to ask for leave anyway, because only when I see the face of Qi Zhengzhe who is breathing evenly, and only when I stay by his side for a few days can my heart settle down a little.

My colleagues did everything they could to comfort me, and a few of my hardcore sisters even came to sleep with me at night. That's when I really felt the power of friendship. The most affectionate are these ordinary colleagues. I know that if it weren't for these hardcore sisters who encouraged me and supported me, I was afraid that I really wouldn't have found the courage to survive.

One day, I forgot whether it was Saturday or Sunday in the early morning, and at about four o'clock, I heard a strange sound in a daze, which sounded like the cry of a newborn baby, but I thought it was a cat calling for spring, and there was no time for a while.

I rolled over and fell asleep, but was soon woken up by the sound again, and I knew it was coming from outside the door, and it was probably the cry of a baby.

I really don't understand. Is there anyone who comes to me early in the morning with a newborn baby in her arms? It's impossible to think about it. So, well, how can there be a baby's cry at the door? Moreover, the voice became more and more poignant, and it sounded weak.

I decided to get up and check it out. It stands to reason that the proprietor should be the owner to open this door. They are more vigilant than I am. But that day, the owner and his wife went out. I was the only tenant in the house.

Opening the door, I was stunned by what I saw. It's not someone holding a baby at my door, it's just a little baby lying at my door!

With the help of the street lamp, I saw that the baby was crying and fussing, and kicked away a small blanket that was tied to him. It's still the cold spring season!

Baby's pink face was red from the cold.

Strange to say, this baby was crying and crying, but as soon as I appeared, she stopped crying and looked straight at me.

My heart throbbed.

What a lovely child. What a spiritual child. However, when I worked in the Civil Affairs Bureau, I immediately understood: this was an abandoned child.

You know, brother, during that time, because of family planning, there were incidents of female babies being abandoned everywhere.

However, no one would think of abandoning the baby at my doorstep, and I am still a single young woman, do you want me to be an unwed mother?

If a couple wants to abandon their baby, they will first ask who needs the baby, and who may accept the baby hanging at the door, such as the daughter or granddaughter of the family, or the family who cannot have children because of the wife or husband, so that they abandon the baby so that they do not worry that their child will have an accident because there is no one to accept it.

So, the parents who abandoned the baby obviously didn't come at me. However, the landlord and his wife are still in their sixties, and besides, he has children, daughters, grandchildren, and granddaughters, and it is impossible for him to accept abandoned babies. So, who are the baby's parents coming for?

Perhaps it was because of the cold, or maybe it was because of hunger, and the baby who was lying on the ground began to cry again.

I frowned, ruthlessly, and decided to close the door and go to bed. I'm tired enough that I don't have the energy or the ability to take in abandoned babies.

In order not to disturb the baby, I gently put the little blanket she kicked off and put it back on top of her, and then gently closed the door. With the sound of the door closing, the baby immediately began to cry, and this time it seemed to cry even more bitterly, and I couldn't even take a step because of it.

Strange to say, as soon as I stopped, the baby's crying stopped.

Can a little baby be so spiritual?

But I can't accept her, I don't have any conditions to accept her. No matter how hard I struggle, I have to stop struggling, I admonished myself.

I walked towards my bedroom. No matter how much the baby cries, it doesn't matter to me. I knew I could not get into trouble. However, I couldn't sleep when I lay back in the quilt, not only because of the baby's constant crying, but because I knew that the baby's fate was completely in my hands.

There is no doubt that as long as it continues for a while, the baby at the door will freeze to death if he does not starve to death.

In this way, did not my indifference make me an executioner of life?

So much so that I decided to open the door again.

Needless to say, the little blanket that was covering the baby was kicked open by her again. Perhaps attracted by the sound of the door opening, the baby, who had been crying, stopped crying. She looked at me again with jade-like eyes.

What a poor and lovely child. A pair of watery eyes, very linear double eyelids, red cheeks.

I hurriedly bent down to pick up the baby.

Strange to say, as soon as the child is embraced, the natural motherhood of women is immediately stimulated, and it is endless. I couldn't help but put my face close to the baby's face, and this leaning on it startled me, the baby's face was hot and hot, and she obviously had a high fever.

Must be sent to the hospital immediately! The thought crossed my mind.

This time, I didn't hesitate for a moment, went to the bedroom, chose two clothes, put all the cash in my bag, and went out to the hospital immediately.

It was already dark, the streets were empty, there was no one, not even the cleaners had started their work.

Although it was spring, the cold in the morning was still oppressive. I thought I could stop a tricycle, but there was no sign of the tricycle along the way.

I had to walk with my baby in my arms. Although the road is flat and concrete, it still feels a foot deep and a foot shallow.

The child in his arms was surprisingly well-behaved, not crying or making trouble. What a spiritual child.

When I arrived at the hospital, the nurse used a thermometer to measure the baby's temperature, and the body temperature was as high as 40 degrees, which attracted the blame of the nurse. When the nurse asked me about the child's name, I was embarrassed. How do I know what the child's name is? However, in order not to make the nurse despise me further, I was embarrassed for a few seconds, and then told the nurse that the child's name was "Hao Jia".

Hao Jia has become an indispensable part of my life.

Hao Jia appeared in my life, relieved me a lot of pain, and made my life extremely fulfilling.

My adoption of an abandoned baby is as puzzling as my "marriage" to Qi Zhengzhe, who made buns, especially the leaders of the bureau who are dissatisfied with me, because I have to take care of Hao Jia, I originally had to ask for leave from time to time, and now it has become commonplace to ask for leave, although almost all of the landlords and aunts help take care of them on weekdays. My title of deputy chief has long been removed. What is such a thing to me?

Brother, if you're not bored, I'd like to tell you about my landlord. This is a very kind and very kind old man, in his sixties, and his hair is all white. She is very short, and her back is extremely curved, and her whole person looks less than 1.5 meters, but her body is very strong, and she is busy all day long. Hao Jia's diapers are almost all cleaned by her.

To be honest, if it weren't for the landlord's aunt, I would hardly be able to move an inch, let alone commute to and from work on time.

When Hao Jia grew to about six months, he had a high fever again, I thought that it would be the same as the previous high fevers, take some medicine, take some fever-reducing injections and be fine, I didn't want the high fever to continue, and then under the doctor's advice, I took an X-ray examination, and found out that Hao Jia had a tumor in her brain.

It's this tumor that's doing the trick.

It freaked the hell out of me.