Back in the ward, Cheng Yue stopped at the door of Cheng Shaohe's ward, and was about to push the door in, but was pulled by Mijia.

Mi Jia shook her head at him and said, "Don't go in, I just went in, give Dad a little time, maybe it's better to let him be alone at this time." ”

Cheng Yue didn't say anything more, and waited for Mi Jia to go back to the next room.

Mi Jia poured out the porridge that had been beaten before, there was still some residual warmth, just in the mouth, took two spoons and put them in, and then brought them to Cheng Yue, and said, "Come and eat with me, I'm hungry." She didn't say let him eat, but said that he was hungry and asked him to eat with her, because she knew that only by talking about herself could he refuse.

If it was as Mi Jia thought, Cheng Yue did not refuse, reached out and took the white porridge in Mi Jia's hand and put it on the low table.

Mija sat down beside him, scooped a spoon and handed it to him, and said, "Help me taste it." ”

Cheng Yue looked at her, but finally opened his mouth, nodded, and said, "Eat." ”

Mi Jia nodded and scooped herself up, you still have to take care of him, and when he saw that he didn't move, he urged her and said, "You can eat too." ”

Cheng Yue had no appetite, but he knew Mi Jia's intentions, so he didn't say much, lowered his head and took the spoon and scooped the white porridge and ate it.

Seeing that he was willing to eat, Mi Jia breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, she was worried that Cheng Yue would not speak or eat like this, she would be worried that his body would not be able to stand it.

Mi Jia didn't eat a few bites, and put down the spoon directly under the excuse that he was full, Cheng Yue knew in his heart, didn't say more, and directly ate all the white porridge in a few bites.

Mi Jia reached out to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, and by the way, she cleaned up the bag to the garbage outside.

When he returned to the room, Cheng Yue stood alone with his back to the door, standing next to the window, his eyes staring out of the window, and he didn't know what he was trying to write.

Miya stepped forward and gently hugged him from behind, leaning her face against his back, her hands clasping his lean waist.

Cheng Yue reached out and gently covered her hand over her hand, holding her tightly.

Thinking of the scene when Wu Wenlan fell from the upstairs during the day, Mi Jia's eyes moistened suddenly, and tears wet Cheng Yue's clothes down her cheeks.

Cheng Yue pulled her from behind him with a little force, took her into his arms, and pressed her head against his chest.

Mija hugged his waist tightly, sobbing and trying not to let herself cry.

Mijia cried for a while, withdrew from his arms, and looked up at Cheng Yue, who was also looking down at himself.

Mi Jia reached out to touch his face, tears were still hanging on his face, looked at him and said, "Cheng Yue, just say what you feel uncomfortable with, don't hold it in your heart, okay?" ”

Cheng Yue took her hand, put it to his mouth, kissed her hand, and closed his eyes tightly.

Mi Jia let him kiss him, feeling sorry for him and holding back nothing in his heart to make himself uncomfortable.

After a while, Cheng Yue slowly opened his eyes, watched Mi Jia whisper, "I didn't catch her, I watched her slip from my hands and fall to the ground, bleeding all ......over the ground," and tears fell as he spoke.

Mi Jia shook her head, tears flowed with him, and said, "It's not your fault, it's none of your business, don't blame yourself, don't ......"

"How could it not be my fault, if I could catch her, she wouldn't have fallen, it was me who didn't catch, it was me who was useless." Cheng Yue said with self-reproach, tears flowing silently.

"Not really." Mi Jia shook her head, holding his face with both hands, and corrected his statement, "You caught Mom She, you did your best, it was Mom's choice, and none of us could do anything about it." ”

Cheng Yue didn't speak, in fact, he knew everything in his heart, but if he could pull his mother up harder at that time, maybe the result would not be like this.

Seeing that he didn't speak like this, Mi Jia knew that he was still blaming himself, so he stood on tiptoe and stared at his eyes with his face like this, and said, "Cheng Yue, don't blame yourself, it's not your fault, mom She must not want you to blame yourself like this when she sees it in the spirit of heaven." ”

Cheng Yue closed his eyes in pain, remembering the scene when his mother fell, and the whole person felt uncomfortable as if he had been cut by a knife.

Mi Jia hugged him tightly and whispered in his ear, "If it's really uncomfortable, cry out, don't hold it in your stomach, I'm the only one here, cry when you're sad, I'll accompany you, I will always be by your side." Mi Jia said this, and the tears that had just been stopped gently slipped down again.

Cheng Yue hugged her tightly, no longer deliberately controlling his feelings, bowed his head and buried his head in Mi Jia's neck, completely releasing the sadness and pain in his heart.

This night, all the family members were saddened by Wu Wenlan's sudden departure.

In the dark, Mi Jia could feel that the people around her were not asleep, and although she tossed and turned very lightly, she didn't want to wake her up, but she never slept.

Suddenly, Cheng Yue lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and in the dark, Mi Jia saw him take the clothes that he had put aside and put them on, and then put on his shoes and walked out of the ward.

After he went out, Mi Jia also took his clothes and put them on and went out of bed directly.

The corridor was also dim and dark, and the sight was not good, but Mijia still saw him softly push open the door next door and enter, Mijia didn't follow, just stood quietly here and waited.

Maybe it was Cheng Shaohe in the next room who fell asleep, and Cheng Yue came out of the room not long after he entered, but he didn't go back to the room, but went directly to the end of the corridor.

Mijia quietly followed, and she could roughly guess where he was going.

Whenever he was upset and had something on his mind, he would always find a quiet place to hide and smoke alone.

Standing at the window at the end of the corridor, Cheng Yue took out the cigarette from his pocket and lit it directly with a lighter.

The light in the hallway was so dim that one could only roughly see the silhouette of a person, so when the lighter in Yue's hand lit the small flame, it lit the cigarette in his hand and illuminated his face.

Mi Jia stood like this ten meters apart, not leaning forward, so that he could be alone with the cigarette to vent the anguish in his own heart, let him wait quietly alone, and adjust his own inner mood.

Mi Jia accompanied him like this, didn't step forward or speak, just stood quietly behind him and watched.

Mi Jia didn't know how long she had been standing like this, until the sky outside the window turned from pitch black to dark blue, and Mi Jia was sure that it wouldn't be long before it would dawn.

Mi Jiadao never stepped forward in the end, but turned around and went back to the ward silently.

Lying on the bed staring at the ceiling with his eyes open, Cheng Yue didn't take long for him to come back alone with a thick smell of smoke, took off his clothes and went to bed, reached out and gently took Mi Jia over, hugged her and whispered above her head, "I'm sorry." ”

Mijia didn't speak, just gently hugged him back.

Although he didn't say it, Mija knew that his sorry was referring to the fact that he had made her worried.