Zhihua found Song Nanqiao, and then sent a message to Song Nanqiao, she didn't know if Song Nanqiao would reply to her message, and she was a little uneasy in her heart.

She waited for a long time, and the phone rang suddenly, and Zhihua saw Song Nanqiao's name jumping on the screen, and she felt that her breathing had stopped.

"Hey."

Zhihua turned on the amplification, and she said cautiously.

"Are you alright?"

Song Nanqiao's warm voice came out of the microphone, and Zhihua heard his familiar voice, and his mood calmed down.

“…… OK. ”

Zhihua was silent for a long time, and nodded slowly.

She sent a message to Song Nanqiao, saying that she had something difficult to choose and didn't know what to do.

"Tell me something."

Song Nanqiao's side seemed to be busy, a little noisy, and there was the sound of his hands tapping on the keyboard.

"You...... Busy? ”

Zhihua took a deep breath, and she asked cautiously.

"No, not busy."

The hand that tapped on the keyboard over there, Song Nanqiao's voice was particularly gentle.

Zhihua said her own things in one go, she sat on the bed, her left hand kept rubbing the doll.

"You're not doing anything wrong."

The other head was silent for a few seconds, then said.

For the grandmother who knows the painting, there is nothing wrong with knowing the painting not to be seen.

"Just follow your heart and don't care what other people think."

Song Nanqiao's voice was exceptionally gentle.

Maybe those people outside will say that Zhihua is ruthless, and they don't even go to see their grandmother when they are sick, maybe there are a lot of gossip, but so what?

Not all people who are related by blood in this world are relatives.

Those so-called blood ties are actually just moral kidnapping.

"I ......"

Zhihua's heart is entangled.

Her grandmother was certainly not good to her, but after she went to high school, her grandmother didn't know if she was enlightened, so she compensated her vigorously.

But she didn't want to.

Belated love is cheaper than anything else.

"I can't give you a choice, I can only give you advice."

"If you have a little bit in your heart that you want to go, then don't hesitate. If you don't want to go at all, then it's time to get some sleep. ”

The sound of tapping on the keyboard on the other end of the phone gradually rang again, and Song Nanqiao's voice was extremely soft, like the gurgling water of a stream.

Zhihua felt at ease when he listened to it.

"Thank you, Senior Song."

Zhihua sincerely thanks.

After hanging up the phone, Zhihua changed his clothes and walked out.

"Mom, let's go."

Zhimu was cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, and when she heard the sound, she was stunned, a little unclear, "Where to go?" ”

"Go see her."

Zhihua pursed her lips, and she said slowly.

I don't know why, but I still want to go a little bit.

Just a little bit.

"How did you figure it out?"

Zhihua took off his apron, washed his hands, and stared at Zhihua with burning eyes.

Her daughter was very stubborn, and she thought that Zhihua had already refused.

Zhihua: "It's not important. ”

The smell of disinfectant water in the hospital is particularly strong, Zhihua wears a mask, she doesn't like the smell of disinfectant water in the hospital.

Grandma Zhi was lying in the intensive care unit, wearing an oxygen mask, and the whole person looked sick.

Zhihua looked at it, but he didn't feel sad.

The custody room was full of people, all of them were uncles and aunts, and some juniors.

"Painting?"

"You're back?"

"Drawing, your grandmother has been talking about you for a long time."

"Painting is like a vacation back."

"Mom, I'm back to see you."

“……”

When everyone saw Zhihua, their faces climbed with joy, and they pushed her to Grandma Zhi's bedside.

"You ...... When I go out, I want to talk to and draw a chat. ”

Grandma Zhi's voice was a little weak, and she turned her head to look at the painting with difficulty.

The people in the custody room quickly dispersed, leaving only Grandma Zhi and Zhihua behind.

Zhihua pulled out a stool and sat in front of the bed, her expression cold.

"Draw ......"

Grandma Zhi wanted to reach out to shake Zhihua's hand, but Zhihua dodged it.

"If you have something to say, I'll listen."

There was no movement in Zhihua's eyes, and she stared coldly at the wrinkled face.

She was very thin, thin, with wrinkled skin, particularly saggy, and a dull complexion.

"Drawing, the previous thing, it was grandma who was sorry for you......"

"Grandma knows it's wrong, you can come to see grandma, grandma is very happy."

"Draw, I ......"

Grandma Zhi babbled a lot, intermittently.

It seems that when people get old, they will really reflect on the wrong things they have done before, and they will wake up after knowing that grandma seems to be seriously ill.

Zhihua was silent.

There is nothing to say.

"Draw, come, this is for you."

Grandma Zhi took off the jade bracelet from her wrist, and she watched Zhihua.

She wanted to hand it to Zhihua, but she didn't have the strength.

Her hands were thin, and the bracelet was removed without much effort.

"No need."

Zhihua lowered his eyebrows and rejected Grandma Zhi.

"It's the only thing of value on grandma......"

Grandma Zhi looked at Zhihua, her lips were a little dry.

Zhihua stared at Grandma Zhi's face, and after a while, she took the bracelet.

After talking for a long time, Zhihua excused himself with something to leave.

She didn't want to stay that long.

"Mom, here you go."

Coming out of the door of the monitoring room, Zhihua gave the bracelet to Zhimu.

"This is what your grandmother gave you, put it away."

Zhimu frowned slightly.

"Her stuff, I don't want it."

Zhihua has a tough attitude, and in the face of a large group of relatives, she does not speak ambiguously.

"Harm, sister-in-law, you can just take it, it's really ...... to draw."

"We all understand drawing."

"It's okay, it's okay, don't paint, sister-in-law, you just take it."

"It's good to be able to come and draw."

“……”

A group of relatives can actually understand the behavior of Zhihua, and they said slowly, and they did not say that Zhihua is not.

Walking out of the hospital door, Zhihua took off his mask, and there was no smell of disinfectant water.

Looking at the appearance of Grandma Zhi, Zhihua's mood was extraordinarily calm, without any joy or sorrow.

Zhihua thought, if Grandma Zhizhi was kind to her, she would probably cry heartbreakingly now, right?

But there is no if, and now her mood is very calm.

"Is it okay to draw?"

A car stopped in front of her, Chen Mo's face was revealed, and he looked at Zhihua with some worry.

Zhihua's state of mind is calm: "It's okay. ”

"Your grandmother ......"

Chen Mo looked at the painting and stopped talking.

"Chen Mo, we've known each other for a long time."

Zhihua stared at Chen Mo, her voice unhurried.

"Well, I've known each other since childhood."

Chen Mo was a little confused.

"So I'm not going to be sad, you should know."

Zhihua slightly hooked the corners of his lips.

Chen Mo's expression just now seemed to think that she would be sad.