The old dean was confused and shook his head: "It's not me, I still want to ask you if you have any difficulties that you need my help with, or you can write me a few more words, and I will buy your work to help you tide over the difficulties." ”

"That's weird." Heng Qiao frowned, could it be Mr. Xia?

But it doesn't seem to be quite right, although Mr. Xia is a leader from the province, but there are so many difficult households in the hospital, how can he pay her in his private name just by virtue of his fate?

She cheekily went to call Lu Yu's house again, but fortunately, this time it was Xia Ziying who answered.

"Sister Qiao, what's the matter? Are you all right? ”

"Ziying, is Lu Yu at home today?"

"I went out early in the morning, but now I'm back and I've called some craftsmen to work the whole yard on your side."

"Oh......" Heng Qiao pondered for a while, so it shouldn't be Lu Yu's money, she asked tentatively, "Ziying, I don't know which kind-hearted person paid thousands of yuan for Brother Pan's medical expenses today, I excluded Lu Yu and Liu Xiaojun, your father came to the hospital today, did you entrust your father to pay for us?" ”

"No, I told my dad about you, because when I was admitted to the hospital that day, my dad connected with the hospital, and I didn't talk to him about you." Xia Ziying replied.

"Okay......"

Heng Qiao hung up the phone and returned to the ward full of doubts. After thinking about it, she still felt that it was more likely that the old dean would pay, but the old dean didn't admit it, and she had no choice, so she had to go downstairs to buy some work paper, write a few calligraphy works, and after making the seal, ask the nurse to give it to the old dean.

After Xia Ziying hung up the phone, she called her father and asked him if he had paid Heng Qiaomei and them.

"No, do you want me to pay?"

"No, I'm just asking, and I'm also curious, who is this person who pays."

"This girl looks very unusual, what kind of family is she?"

Xia Ziying roughly told her father about Qiaomei's family situation, and asked a little unconvinced: "Is Qiaomei really that unusual?" You felt that way when you saw her? ”

"Hehe, maybe it's because she writes well, a country girl, she doesn't have any higher education, she hasn't seen much of the world, I think it's just strange."

"She still writes well? She knows too much! But she is clearly just a poor peasant girl who hasn't even finished high school and works in the fields every day! ”

"That's why Dad thinks it's weird."

After Xia Chucheng hung up his daughter's phone, he fell into deep thought. Memories of twenty years ago come flooding back to me. At that time, he was an intellectual youth in the decentralized countryside, and in the decentralized village, he fell in love with the most beautiful girl in the village.

Her name is Chen Xiaolian, everyone in the village calls her Xiaolian, and he sometimes calls her Ah Lian.

Heng Qiaomei looks too similar to her, those eyes, the shallow pear vortex, and beautiful lips are printed out of a mold. It's just that Heng Qiaomei's skin is darker, not as fair-skinned as Ah Lian, and her temperament seems to be stronger, not as gentle and shy as Ah Lian.

That woman was the woman he owed the most in his life, and the thought of her made his heart ache faintly. She finally sent her daughter to him, but unfortunately she died on the road and didn't even see him for the last time.

Over the years, he has devoted all his love to Ziying, treating her as a pearl in his palm, and not letting her suffer the slightest grievance. It's just that Ziying doesn't look like Ah Lian, which rarely makes him fall into such distress as today.