Chapter 230

The rest of the day, Song Yu is just lying alone in the bed in the intensive care unit, wearing an oxygen mask, has not wake up.

The hospital has also given up treatment for him, and only retained some basic equipment to support his life. The lower than normal heartbeat signal on the electrocardiograph reminds us all the time that there is a person who may leave at any time.

Since that time, uncle song hasn't woken up. He just talks in his sleep from time to time. All he calls are Song Yu's name.

That scene makes people endless sad, I see more than once parents taking care of Uncle song, while secretly wiping tears.

It's just that I don't have the energy and courage to take care of Uncle song, because I think it's me who makes Song Yu such a culprit. Uncle song must hate me very much.

In addition to the necessary to go out, I almost every minute to stay in Song Yu's side, I took his cool hand, from the first time I met him, talking and repeating those seemingly trivial but unforgettable past.

"Song Yu, didn't you say that you would always guard Yan Yan?" I said to him in a subtle voice, "now Yan Yan is quarreling all day long to be accompanied by my little uncle. Wake up."

Song Yu just closed his eyes. For a few days, he didn't even change his expression. Even his painful expression disappeared in his calm face.

"By the way, I heard that Wanda has opened a very authentic Sichuan restaurant. When you wake up, shall I take you to eat?" Having known him for so long, I don't even know what other hobbies he has. I can only try to wake him up from his sleep through this only known one.

"Xiaoyu, I miss you so much. Open your eyes and look at me." The call of a thousand words can't make Song Yu move his eyes tightly closed. I became more and more desperate. I simply put the back of his hand on his face and let the tears wet his skin.

The door rang softly and someone came in. I didn't have the strength or the heart to look at people. I always felt dark in front of my eyes.

"Late," came Huo Qingchuan, he came to me, "you haven't eaten for three days, so you can't stand it. I've brought some light meals. You can have some“ Huo Qingchuan moved a chair and sat down beside me.

I am powerless lying on the bed of Song Yu. I still hold his hand in my hand. I am in a trance. I always feel that something is tearing my reason.

"Late, late!" Huo Qingchuan's voice was a little louder. He pulled me out of bed, holding my shoulders in both hands and letting me face him.

I opened my eyes wearily and looked at my husband dejectedly. My lips moved, but I couldn't say anything.

"Chi Wan, do you think Song Yu will be happy like this?" Huo Qingchuan looked at me and said sternly, "even if Song Yu can wake up, you will be angry again."

Wake up or something. Didn't the doctor say that he was likely to fall asleep and leave us? Huo Qingchuan, you have no effect on me.

I am still dejected, let the body be Huo Qingchuan gently shaking, his voice through my ears, and then float to seem far away.

"Late, do you know how worried others are when you look like this? You put yourself in others' shoes and think about it. Now that others are worried about you, it's equivalent to that you are worried about Song Yu. Do you want your parents, your face and me to be as miserable as you are?"

My parents, Yan Yan and Huo Qingchuan are all my most precious people. I don't want them to be hurt.

However, I can't accept saying goodbye to Song Yu in this way.

"I'm just... Worried about Huo Qingchuan's anxious eyes. I moved my lips." I just want Song Yu to stay one more day and talk to him again. "

"I understand your mood," Huo Qingchuan sighed, freeing up a hand to wipe my tears. "We don't want him to wake up, at least say good-bye. It's just destiny. Now we can only expect miracles."

Said, Huo Qingchuan also some sad back, looking at the bed that motionless person.

"Late, you have to believe that Song Yu will wake up eventually. He is not so ruthless. He will say goodbye to us." He opened the thermos and brought out the porridge. "Do you want to meet him in this half dead state?"

Tears flow out again and fall on Huo Qingchuan's hands and my clothes.

"Stop crying, do you hear me?" Huo Qingchuan once again wiped away tears for me, "you look like this, how much I love you know?"

I tried to swallow the sound that was about to break out. I took the porridge from Huo Qingchuan and began to drink it one by one.

Maybe it's very unlikely, maybe it won't happen at all, but even for that little hope, I will meet him in the best condition.

Seeing that I was willing to eat, Huo Qingchuan was relieved.

"Uncle song, you don't have to worry. Your parents are watching. You can take good care of yourself and look after Song Yu. You don't have to worry about the family affairs and Yan Yan. I'm here."

I put down the bowl, fixed looking at Huo Qingchuan, a long time to say, "thank you."

"Well," Huo Qingchuan got up, "I'll go to see other situations first. You must take good care of yourself, you know?"

I nodded and watched him leave the ward.

Maybe Huo Qingchuan's consolation really played a role, and my mentality also changed a little. Instead of crying out for heaven and earth, I adopted a more ardent way to expect Song Yu to wake up.

I still told him about the past, but my tone and attitude were optimistic.

Song Yu's situation will not change because of my change. Two days later, he still has no sign of waking up.

The nutrient solution can't maintain the needs of a normal person at all. After a few days, Song Yu's face turned dark and yellow, and his already thin face also sagged.

Uncle song finally woke up. He and I were in the ward to take care of Song Yu.

I still can't let go of the guilt in my heart. I speak with Uncle song carefully.

One afternoon, everyone else went out, and my uncle song was the only one in the ward.

I use a clean handkerchief to wipe the palm of Song Yu's hand. The action is gentle, for fear of disturbing the sleeping people.

"Xiao Wan, you've worked so hard." There was an old voice from the other side. I looked up and saw Uncle song. He was looking at me.

For the first time in a few days, uncle song spoke to me formally. I put down Song Yu's hand and sat in a serious position, looking at his father who was only a few months old.

His hair was almost all white, and the wrinkles on his face were much deeper.

"Uncle song..." if the old man wants to blame me at this time, I will never have any complaints.

Uncle song sighed a long time. He came to my side and sat on a porch swing with me.

"I'm sorry." Unlike what I imagined, uncle song took my hand and apologized to me.

I opened my eyes wide and thought that these days I had been suffering from some hallucinations“ Uncle song, why do you want to apologize? "

The old man showed a dry smile, but also with a look of debt, "these days, Xiaoyu things, let you work hard, feet good?"

Song Yu's sprained ankle when he was sent to the hospital was later checked by Huo Qingchuan. Although it was only a sprain, I still have a thick bandage and have to walk with crutches until now.

"No, I'm fine." I even shook my hand, "I don't work hard at all. Besides, if it wasn't for me to take Xiaoyu out, he wouldn't have...".

"You're not to blame for this," Uncle song interrupted, "but I'm ashamed to say that when I saw that Song Yu was sent to the emergency room again, I really blame you."

Then uncle song laughed, "because I'm also afraid. I'm afraid I can't see Xiaoyu's last face. I can't even say goodbye."

"In those days when I was lying in bed, I had a lot of dreams. More than once, I dreamed of Xiaoyu. He talked to me like before. He told me that he wanted to get together with his good friends before the end of his life. He became completely indifferent to people. I can't accept it at the beginning, but with the more times I dream about him, my heart is not so painful Uncle Song said, wiping his tears.

"In my dream, Xiaoyu also said goodbye to my father. If he didn't wake up, there would not be so much regret." He said.

I don't know what kind of mood uncle song mentioned to me. Maybe, as he said, he can accept Song Yu's silent departure?

But I can't accept it. In the past few days when Song Yu was hospitalized, I didn't sleep at all. I didn't dare to sleep. I was afraid to dream that he would say goodbye to me.

What is saying goodbye in a dream? I want him to open his eyes and talk to me.

"Uncle song," I also held the old man's hand, "don't do this. Xiaoyu will wake up. He won't leave us like this."

The old man looked up at me with pathetic eyes.

"I hope so." He said.

We two look at Song Yu together. He is still sleeping peacefully and can't hear us at all.

"Xiao Wan," Uncle song stood up, "go home tonight. You haven't been back for many days. It's time for the family to have an opinion."

"It doesn't matter," I shook my head. "Huo Qingchuan said that I can stay here to take care of Song Yu. My parents in law will understand."

"I know that you are kind-hearted and good to Xiaoyu, but after all, you are married and the daughter-in-law of the Huo family. You are always taking care of another man in the hospital. It's hard to avoid gossiping."

"I don't care." I said.

"Xiaowan," Uncle Song said firmly, "don't let your life deviate because of Xiaoyu. Listen to my uncle and go home. If you are really worried, come back tomorrow. I'll take care of you here. I'll let you know if there is any problem. You see Song Yu now, even if you are not here for a night, there will be no change. "

Realizing uncle song's determination, I thought about it, and then dialed Huo Qingchuan.