The old man knew, and An Ning panicked for no reason.

The only grandson of the family was dragged into the hospital by her.

"The old man wants to talk to you."

"Yes."

An Ning subconsciously sat up straight, and the posture of answering the phone was a little more serious.

"Grandpa Jiang."

"Call me for what?"

"I'm sorry, grandpa."

"Silly boy, what are you afraid of, if it weren't for you, Jiang Xia might not have survived to this time, his parents, how could they have a fuel-efficient lamp, it is estimated that they would have died in their hands."

Hearing the tranquility of Grandpa Jiang's voice, his nose was sour, and it was difficult to hold back when facing his family.

"You didn't pick me up overnight, I knew that Jiangxia was fine, An Ning, I made this call, mainly to tell you, don't be burdened, don't think too much, how can life be smooth sailing."

"Grandpa knows your thoughts and empathizes, but if we can start over in life, everything we do will still be the same."

"Grandpa will tell you a story, okay?"

An Ning mumbled heavily.

Grandpa Jiang's story is not far away, it happened in that war-torn era.

A siege, a battle, a team of one hundred and seven people, and in the end, only Grandpa Jiang survived.

"They knew it was a road to death, but they built a path for me with their lives."

"Do they regret it?"

"Nope! Never! ”

"It was they who exchanged their blood and sacrifice for today's life, which belonged to the struggle of our war years."

"An Ning, now you are in an era of peace, and it is the efforts of you and many people that have made us stand up and give our country the confidence of peace."

"Everything you do is right, every piece of R&D and creation you have is the strength of our backs, go for it, let it go, you have us behind you."

An Ning couldn't say a word.

Bean-sized tears crackled and fell, blurring his eyes, and his nose seemed to be cemented.

"If you don't have enough money, tell grandpa that grandpa still has so many antiques."

"Hehe-hmm."

An old and a young hung up the phone, An Ning took out a tissue and put it on his nose very unsightly.

After a few strokes, she took a few deep breaths and told Yu Zheng: "Go to the hospital first, Jiang Xia is about to wake up." ”

"Yes."

The car drove towards the hospital, and An Ning on the road kept looking out, no one knew what she was thinking.

After arriving at the hospital, An Ning rushed into the hospital as soon as possible, stood outside the door of the intensive care unit, and looked at Jiang Xia, who was still lying inside.

"I'm coming."

Three words were sent into Jiang Xia's ears and even on the tip of his heart.

The heartbeat on the instrument next to him seemed to be a little faster, and when An Guoping was about to check, he saw An Ning through the glass.

"Sister—"

An Ning nodded, changed into a sterile gown, and walked into the intensive care unit for the first time.

She sat at the head of the bed, holding Jiang Xia's hand, her head lying next to his head.

"I'm here, will you wake up?"

"I'm going to avenge you."

"I've prepared a lot of fun things, and when you wake up, we'll see if it's okay together."

"Jiang Xia, I miss you, I miss the food you cook, they don't cook as much as I want, I don't like to eat."

"People say I'm thin, and I don't know if it's true."

"Jiang Xia, I want to have a child with you, okay?"

"Dididi--"

(End of chapter)