Chapter 225

One week after the operation, Yan Yan's body recovered very well, and she was able to move freely in the hospital.

On the surface, Song Yu's condition is also improving, and his spirit is much better.

I still live in the hospital, looking after these people I cherish.

From that time on, we didn't mention those sad things again. We just forced ourselves to smile and muddle along, as if some things didn't happen as long as we didn't mention them.

When the weather is fine, I will push Song Yu to take a walk in the small garden of the hospital. It's good for his health to breathe more air outside.

"Little uncle, are you thirsty? Yan Yan has yogurt here." Yan Yan happily jumps behind us, then goes to Song Yu and puts his hand on his knee.

Song Yu stretched out his fingers and pinched Yan Yuandu's little face, "my little uncle is an adult, so I don't drink these children's drinks."

"It's delicious. Adults and children can drink it." Yan Yan stubborn Song Yu, holding a small bottle to Song Yu's face, and the straw has been inserted in it, "little uncle, you try it."

Since a part of Song Yu's body works normally in Yan Yan's body, Yan Yan relies more on him, sometimes even more than he loves Huo Qingchuan.

Similarly, when children are particularly dependent on an adult, another manifestation of them is to act recklessly on that person.

"Little uncle ~ ~" see Song Yu just smile, don't lead her kindness, Yan Yan whole person all lie on Song Yu's body.

Song Yu still didn't answer, but he laughed.

"Does Yan Yan like my little uncle so much?" Song Yu kneaded Yan Yan's face again, "mother is also very tired in the back, give it to mother."

After listening to Song Yu's words, Yan Yan looked up at me, took out a bottle of yogurt from her bag, and walked around to me, "Mom, you drink too."

"Well behaved," released the hand holding the back of the wheelchair and rubbed her daughter's hair, "mom is not thirsty now, I'll drink it when I go back to the ward."

Yan Yan said, "well," and then he went back to Song Yu again, "little uncle, here you are."

Song Yu finally took Yan Yan's kindness this time, just holding it in his hand, "well, how can I refuse my little princess's kindness? My little uncle will have a good drink."

See their own mind was accepted, Yan Yan smile very happy.

The three of us strolled outside for a while, and I pushed Song Yu back to the ward.

Yan Yan also wants to play with her little uncle for a while, but I see Song Yu's face seems to be a little tired. She Stoops to hold her daughter, and I kiss her little face.

"Yan Yan, my little uncle is tired. Shall we let him have a rest?"

"Going to bed again?" Yan Yan looked at Song Yu lying on the bed, "why does my little uncle love sleeping so much?"

Song Yu said with a smile, "I'm sorry, my little uncle seems to be bitten by sleepy insects recently. He is always very sleepy. Why don't Yan come and sleep with my uncle? "

"Don't," Yan Yan hugged my neck, "my father will come later, and Yan Yan will play with my father."

"Well, I'll take you back to your room, and you'll wait for dad there, OK?" I hugged my daughter again.

"Well," Yan Yan promised. Before leaving, he did not forget to say goodbye to Song Yu, "little uncle, you can sleep well. Yan Yan will come to see you at night."

Song Yu waved to her and slowly closed her eyes.

Yan Yan back to the ward, Huo Qingchuan has been waiting inside.

"Daddy Just put the child on the ground, Yan Yan ran all the way into his father's arms, Huo Qingchuan also timely hold her up.

"Where have you been?" Huo Qingchuan asked in a gentle voice.

"I just went for a walk with my mother and my little uncle." Yan Yan replied truthfully.

"What about my little uncle?" Huo Qingchuan holds Yan Yan to sit on the bed, "what is my little uncle doing now?"

"My little uncle said he was very sleepy and had fallen asleep." Yan Yan said.

Huo Qingchuan looked at me, "who's with him?"

Uncle song went back to his hometown yesterday. It seems that he has something to do. He entrusted Song Yu to us these two days, and Deng Tingting didn't come, so he is alone in the ward now.

I shook my head, "I sent Yan Yan back, I went to accompany him."

Huo Qingchuan answered a voice, "go quickly, he can't have no one around."

"Yan Yan, my mother has gone to take care of my little uncle. You can have a good time with your father." I took my daughter's little hand.

"Well," Yan Yan did not have any dissatisfaction, "Mom, you go, don't forget to let my uncle drink the yogurt."

After saying goodbye to the father and daughter, I went back to the ward of Song Yu. Originally, I wanted to go in gently for fear that it would affect his rest, but looking from the door, the people inside seemed to be looking at something with a picture in their hands.

I pushed the door open and I went in.

"Xiaoyu, are you awake?" I sat next to him.

"I'm not asleep, talking about waking up or not." Song Yu is still looking at the photo in his hand, the photo is back to me, and I can't see the above things.

"Then you just... I was a little puzzled," did you cheat Yanyan just now? "

"Of course not," Song Yu put down the photo. "I was really tired just now, but I couldn't sleep when I saw this photo by accident."

"What picture?" I approached him.

Song Yu shows the photo to me. On the photo, a fleshy white and fat snowman is in the background. In front of the snowman, our mother and daughter and Song Yu are looking at the camera with a smile.

It was the snow. The three of us made snowmen in the yard.

"I really miss that time. It's almost half a year now. How can I feel like what happened yesterday?" Song Yu takes back the photos.

"You still have it," I said. "I've closed my eyes. I thought you'd despise my ugliness."

"You are so ugly," Song Yu said impolitely, "but Yan Yanzhao and I are good-looking."

Running on me again, I think.

"When you're better, let's take photos. I'll be in the best shape then." I try to get my black history back.

Song Yu stops and holds the photo tightly in his hand.

"This kind of ugly picture is more meaningful," he laughs. "I'll take it to the coffin."

Just now relaxed mood was stabbed by his words and uncomfortable again, maybe what Song Yu said is really just an ordinary joke, but I just don't want to hear it.

"Xiaoyu," I looked at him, "please don't make such a joke. It's not funny at all."

Song Yu is full of interest. He moves and wants to sit up.

I rushed over and put the pillow behind his back.

"I'm not kidding," he said to me after sitting down. "I'm going to take it to the coffin. Count the days. It's not many days."

Why does he always say such heartbreaking words in such an indifferent tone as usual? Won't he feel a little regret for his dying life?

I lowered my head, tightly grasped the quilt on the bed, and the snow-white cloth was wrinkled by me. Tears out, hit on the quilt, issued a "Pa Pa Pa" light sound.

Even though I was dissatisfied with Song Yu's attitude, I couldn't say anything to refute him, or even to comfort him.

I try to suppress their feelings, not to make their own voice.

In front of the fuzzy quilt seemed to move, and then a hand held my chin, with the right force to gently lift up my face.

Song Yu's face overlaps with tears. I can't see his expression at the moment.

He sighed and wiped tears from my face with his fingers.

"Don't cry. It's hard for me to look at you like this." He said, "I'm sorry, I may not express it in the right way."

He's apologizing, but what's wrong with him? He stated his own situation, but also for other people's involuntary grief apology, the most sad, in fact, should be him.

Song Yu turned around and took out a few pieces of paper from the table and put them in my hand.

"Wipe your tears. When Yan Yan and Mr. Huo see it later, they think I bullied you."

Wipe the tears clean, I take advantage of the empty space to throw the garbage to quickly adjust their emotions, again back to his side, I have recovered as before.

"I'm sorry, I was too excited just now." I picked up an apple and peeled it for him.

"Late late, have you seen it? Hayao Miyazaki's, "Song Yu suddenly started another topic.

I was surprised by the change of the topic, and the apple cutter's hand also paused, "why do you suddenly ask this? Hayao Miyazaki's are all cartoons. "

"Don't underestimate the philosophy of life in cartoons, but ordinary people can't understand it." Song Yu insisted.

"I don't have much time to read it," I handed him the peeled apple. "You know that. Tell me about it."

"For example, life is a train to the grave. There will be many stops on the way. It's hard for someone to accompany you from beginning to end. When the people who accompany you want to get out of the car, even if they don't give up, they should be grateful, and then wave goodbye. " Song Yu looked up at the ceiling and said that long sentence fluently.

Does he mean that he is about to get on and off our train?

"Maybe I'm about to get off on your train, but for my train, why not you?" Song Yu just took the apple and did not eat, "maybe in your car, I got off earlier, but my train has arrived at the station, there will be reluctant, there will be sad, but think carefully, we meet in thousands of people, is also something to be grateful for."

I seriously looked at him, his face at the moment is a quiet and peaceful expression.

"So don't cry, don't be sad, before I get off the bus, keep smiling and send me off, and then wave goodbye to me." Song Yu put down the apple and covered my face with his hand.

I have never seen Song Yu with such gentle eyes. The setting sun in his eyes is just a little foil.

"Promise me not to be sad for me any more, will you?" With the same gentle eyes, Song Yu's tone also gently beat my nerves, let people warm, let people move.