He Lei dragged his angry, helpless and sad sister out of the ward, and the two dragged them all the way to the side of the road outside the hospital.

"You let go of me. I'm not leaving, I'm not leaving! ”

"What else do you want?" He Lei endured it so much that his temples flared up. "You must die in your hands to be satisfied, aren't you?"

He Wan shouted regardless of her image: "He is my son, how could I kill him?" You let go of me, I want to be with Chengcheng. ”

The thud of the car door slamming angrily.

A gray-haired man stepped out of a black Santana. His expression was solemn, and his eyes were full of disappointment.

"Dad—"

He Wan was stunned. I couldn't help but restrain a little bit of irritability. Then she shouted in surprise, "Dad, are you here to help me?" ”

He Jianfei stared at her: "You still don't understand? Zicheng's cause is you. He was fighting with his life for his life. I couldn't watch him die at the hands of his own mother. If you want him to live well. Just get out of the way for me. Ten or twenty years from now, maybe you will still have the hope of sitting in front of him, hugging your grandchildren and enjoying the joy of family. Otherwise, just wait to collect Chengcheng's body! ”

He Wanxiu's eyes were full of pain: "No, it won't." My Chengcheng wouldn't do that to me—"

"Take her back to the hospital." He Jianfei sighed. He has always been reluctant to admit that his smart and beautiful daughter has mental problems. But now, it is no longer possible to believe it.

He Lei couldn't bear it: "Dad?!" ”

"I've got it all arranged. The doctor will take good care of her. Wait until her condition is stable before coming out. He Jianfei looked up at the hospital building, "I hope Chengcheng will recover soon." ”

The farce in the hospital room has finally come to an end. Zhou Xiaokun stayed by his son's side, silently peeling apples, slicing them thinly and piling them in a bowl.

Probably because Zhou Xiaokun's aura is too strong, or maybe some people guess that his identity is extraordinary, everyone is a little restrained, walking and talking in slow motion, for fear of disturbing Zhou Zicheng's rest.

After a long time, Zhou Zicheng opened his eyes: "Dad." ”

Zhou Xiaokun hummed.

"I'm here."

Tears flowed from the corners of Zhou Zicheng's eyes.

It turned out that his father did not abandon him, he was a child with a father.

Zhou Xiaokun had a sour nose, held the apple and asked, "Do you want to eat some apples?" Red Fuji, very sweet. ”

Hearing this, Ling Mei glanced at the bag of fruit. Today's red Fuji is a high-grade fruit.

Zicheng smelled the sweet fragrance of apples and nodded.

He chewed carefully for half a minute before swallowing a slice of apple.

Zhou Xiaokun asked, "Is it sweet or not?" Would you like another piece? ”

Zicheng ate a small half of an apple, and suddenly covered his mouth, his face turned red.

The soldiers were in a panic again.

Ling Mei sighed. Zhou Zicheng is sick, he can't eat well and sleep well. It also affects the recuperation of patients in the same ward.

Xiulian secretly asked the man, "Can't you change the ward?" ”

Yue Feng said coldly: "I can change it early." Still waiting? ”

Xiulian choked. The man's attitude towards her was as cold as ice, and he was angry with himself when he thought about it. I didn't dare to say anything for a while.

Ling Mei washed two tomatoes and put them on Zicheng's bedside table.

"Uncle Zhou. Try my tomatoes. ”

Zhou Xiaokun looked at the tomatoes like two small red lanterns, and he could also see the yellow candle flame inside, and the skin was dripping with water droplets, which was extremely attractive. It's really much better than buying it in the vegetable market. So the refusal of the mouth opened involuntarily swallowed back.

"Thank you." He took out a canned fruit and two apples from his pocket as a gift, making Mei smile, "Zhou Zicheng and I are classmates." You're welcome. ”

Zhou Xiaokun was a little embarrassed, he was not very good at socializing with young people of this age. I had to say thank you.

He wiped the water droplets from the tomatoes, carefully peeled the tomatoes, and cut them into several pieces in a small bowl, overflowing with juice. For a while, the sweet and sour aroma of tomatoes came to my nose.

Zhou Zicheng was full of tongues. I couldn't wait to take a bite of the tomato and was stunned. The sweet and sour juice enthusiastically occupied all the taste buds on the tip of the tongue, as if an elf was waving the flag and shouting: "Rush-"

So he swallowed involuntarily, like a land with nectar after a long drought, and the tomato juice swept away the dry and sore throat, bringing sweetness and ironing that had not been seen for a long time. This nectar fell straight into his stomach, and he could even feel it moisturizing his scarred stomach along the way, and his whole body was refreshed.

At first, he ate very slowly, and after a while, he ate not a drop of tomato juice.

Most importantly, he didn't throw up.

The spittoon prepared by Zhou Xiaokun was useless, he stared at the other tomato on the table in surprise, and turned his head to lock on Ling Mei, "Little girl, where did you buy this tomato?" ”

Ling Mei smiled: "I grew it myself." ”

Yue Feng said proudly on the side: "We are the famous Xiao family cuisine in Nanping Guangzhou." ”

Zhou Xiaokun vaguely heard of this brand. When I went to Guangzhou for a meeting, the restaurant served Xiao family cuisine. At that time, he didn't think so, and after eating it, he was shocked. I didn't expect it to be planted by my son's classmates.

He asked Yue Feng happily: "Is there anything else?" Can I buy some of your tomatoes and vegetables? ”

Xiulian couldn't help but look at her son in embarrassment.

She picked about 20 tomatoes this time, and the vegetables were not enough to divide them.

Ling Hai said generously: "Mother, it's okay." You divide the rest of the tomatoes in half of her. When I get home, I'm afraid I won't be able to eat? ”

Xiulian thought about it, and gave a bag of the remaining tomatoes to Zhou Xiaokun.

Zhou Xiaokun thanked him repeatedly, estimated that he weighed about a pound, and asked, "Auntie, how much money will I give you?" ”

Xiulian doesn't care about this money: "Your son and Ling Mei are classmates, and we met in the same ward again." This is also fate. You're welcome. ”

Zhou Xiaokun glanced at the people of the Xiao family with a little emotion.

They are all simple and kind people.

"Dad." After Zhou Zicheng ate the tomato, his whole body was comfortable, and even his throat was not so hoarse. There was also a bit of childishness in the tone: "I like to eat Xiao Fellow's food." ”

Zhou Xiaokun was embarrassed: "This, it's not convenient, right?" ”

Ling Mei immediately said: "There is nothing inconvenient. We brought quite a few dishes. Just burn an extra serving. You just need a kitchen close to the hospital. ”

Zhou Xiaokun twisted his eyebrows and thought for a moment when he heard this, and asked, "Where do you live now?" ”

Yue Feng said: "Wanping Hotel." ”

"So be it." Zhou Xiaokun suggested, "The child's grandmother left an old house nearby. The kitchen and bathroom are complete. If you don't mind the dilapidated house, you can't move in. I don't take any money from you. All you have to do is prepare three meals a day for my son. I'll settle the food money and hardship fee for you? What do you think? ”

Can the Zhou family's house be bad?

Ling Mei agreed without thinking about it: "Okay." ”

Zhou Xiaokun looked at the adults of the Xiao family in surprise: The little girl is in charge of the affairs of this family?

Interesting.