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Xu Jiamu and Song's father lived in one room, and Song Xiangsi lived in one room alone.

Between the two rooms, there is only a white wall.

Song Xiangsi woke up early the next morning and went to the next room, the door was opened by his father, and Xu Jiamu was not in the room.

Father's spirit seemed far from being as good as yesterday, and even a little sluggish, but he just opened a door for her, and after walking only about ten meters, she was tired and out of breath.

Song Xiangsi helped her father to sit on the sofa, and before she could speak, Song's father said in a slow tone: "Last night, Xiao Xu barely slept all night. ”

"I have a little discomfort in my stomach, I have been running to the toilet, every time he carries me to go, I accidentally urinated on the bed in the middle of the night, he changed my clothes, and wiped my body, and gave me his own bed to sleep, he guarded me all night, and my clothes, he washed them......"

As he spoke, Father Song raised his hand and pointed to the two clothes hanging in front of the window.

"It can be seen that Xiao Xu is really good, he is really good to you, and I am really relieved to have him with you in the future......"

Song's father also babbled a lot of good things about Xu Jiamu, but Song Xiangsi didn't listen to a word, just stared at Xu Jiamu's laundry, stunned.

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Xu Jiamu returned to the hotel, carrying several bags in his hand.

Everyone left in a hurry last night, and they didn't bring any clothes, Xu Jiamu went to the shopping mall at the airport to buy two sets of changes of clothes for Song Xiangsi and Song's father from the inside out, and by the way, he also rented a car and bought two breakfasts.

Father Song's actions remained unchanged, Xu Jiamu sat next to him, patiently holding a spoon, spoonful by spoon of porridge to feed Father Song.

Song Xiangsi sat opposite, looking at the scene in front of her, her eyes became a little damp inexplicably, she hung her head, not daring to look at the picture in front of her, for fear that she would look at it for a little longer, and finally firm her heart, so she was shaken again.

In her memory, Xu Jiamu is the kind of typical young master who stretches out his hand in clothes and opens his mouth when he eats, once upon a time, he has changed, he has become delicate, he has become very good at taking care of people, he has become able to give people a reliable sense of security and dependence, and he has become a person who feels that he will be down-to-earth and warm.

If he had been with her for eight years, he had a moment in front of her where he was now, maybe at the beginning, she would not have been so heartbroken, and she would not have forced herself to leave him so hard.

Now he has finally become a good man worthy of entrusting him for life, as she wished, but he has nothing to do with her.

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At eleven o'clock in the morning, Xu Jiamu settled the house account and drove the car he rented to drive Song Xiangsi and Song's father back to their hometown.

The airport is about 400 kilometers away from the town where Song Xiangsi was born, and it took about five hours on the road until nearly five o'clock in the afternoon, and finally arrived at Song Xiangsi's hometown.

After Song's father went to Beijing for treatment, the Song family never lived in it again, and the house was a little dirty.

Xu Jiamu, who didn't sleep well all night last night and drove for another day, rolled up his sleeves without complaining, cleaned the room inside and out, and then went out to buy vegetables, cooked himself, and made dinner.

Song's father lost his appetite and didn't eat much, so he took medicine and went back to the master bedroom to rest.