Chapter 562

Ling Qiyue paused for a moment, and glanced at a plate of delicious abalone in front of Grandpa. She walked up and asked bluntly, "Grandpa, if you don't want to eat this, I can give it to Daddy."

"Little princess, grandpa..." Mi Rongxing wanted to help grandpa win this plate of fresh abalone. wxya

"Take it, grandpa doesn't want to eat tonight." Gu Jincheng handed the plate to the little sauerkraut.

Little Pickled Cabbage's eyes suddenly turned red, and she moved her mouth, "Thank you, Grandpa."

Gu Jincheng looked at her little back, feeling uneasy...

Has this smart granddaughter noticed something?

Looking at his precious grandson again, he was holding the chopsticks and was motionless at this moment, only the slightly wrinkled brow revealed his worry and uneasiness.

Gu Jincheng went back to the study without eating much. After a while, the door was pushed open, and a pair of little feet came in, "Grandpa."

"Come in." Gu Jincheng hastily stubbed out the cigarette.

Ling Qiyang sat next to him, and gently put his little hand into his big one. After hesitating for a while, he asked, "Is my dad really sick?"

Gu Jincheng's face tightened, "No."

"Grandpa, don't lie to us. This afternoon, Daddy bumped into a tree and bumped into a fence while walking in the playground... He wasn't like this before. Tell me, did he have something wrong with his eyes?"

"Yangyang..." Gu Jincheng was at a loss for what to do with his smart and sensitive grandson.

Ling Qiyang raised his head, his eyes were red, "Grandpa, you have always taught me to be calm when things happen, not to be impatient, to be slow in words and quick in action, I listen to you, so even if I know that there is something wrong with Daddy's health, if I can't Publicly, I won't say it."

Gu Jincheng hugged him distressedly, his voice choked slightly, "Good boy, grandpa's good grandson."

This sensible grandson has a very high IQ and EQ. Gu Jincheng felt that since he had observed it, he told him that he might be able to help take care of his younger sister, so he briefly told him about Gu Mingxuan's condition.

After listening, Ling Qiyang was silent, and then, he lowered his head, tears kept falling like broken pearls, and wet his clothes...

"Moonlight in front of the bed

suspected frost on the ground

look up at the moon

Bow your head and think about your hometown. "

On the terrace on the third floor, Ling Qiyue sat on her father's lap and recited poems for him. After she finished reciting, she turned her head and asked with a smile, "Daddy, what's wrong?"

Gu Mingxuan smiled, "No, Yueer speaks clearly."

Ling Qiyue happily put her arms around his neck and kissed his face, "Daddy, when you go on a trip, remember to miss your hometown. You must think of me, Guoguo, and grandparents. Don't forget us." gone."

"No, Daddy will miss you both."

Gu Mingxuan stroked her hair, and added in his heart——

"Daddy can't bear to part with you."

"Daddy." The son sitting next to Gu Mingxuan also spoke, "You still have a few fighting moves to teach me, I'll teach me when you come back."

Gu Mingxuan felt sore, and turned to look at him, "Okay, Daddy will remember."

"Daddy, a man has to be responsible. What does it mean to be a quilt when the sky falls?"

"A qualified man must take up his own responsibilities and be able to bear the responsibilities entrusted to you by the country or the family. If you encounter some difficulties and you can't avoid them, it is better to face them with a positive attitude instead of being negative and pessimistic. This is the only way to live with hope..."

Um? Gu Mingxuan was slightly taken aback when he said this, and looked at his son with some meaning.

Although seeing the child's face now is not as clear as before, he faintly saw a kind of "expectation" in his son's eyes.

Perhaps, this sentence was taught by his father?

After touching Ling Qiyang's head, Gu Mingxuan smiled slightly, "Daddy is a man, and my son will be too in the future. I will be proud of you."

"Daddy, then you have to make grandpa proud."

"Will do."

At this time, Ling Moxue came up with a fruit plate, with a smile on her beautiful face, "Big baby, little ones, come, let's eat watermelon."

"Mommy, I'll feed Daddy." Ling Qiyue stretched out her hand.

Ling Moxue handed a piece of watermelon to her, and she carefully picked out the seeds of the watermelon, then put the sweetest part into her father's mouth, "Daddy, you eat."

Gu Mingxuan bit his mouth and smiled, "Sweet."

"Daddy, do you feel very happy?"

"yes."

"I also feel happy, Daddy, you must let me and Guoguo, Mommy be happy, I don't want to leave you, and I don't want to be a pirate."

"Hahaha..." Gu Mingxuan laughed out loud, feeling both sour and sweet in his heart.

What is the wise daughter telling herself?

The emotional intelligence of this pair of children is really incomparable to ordinary people. Perhaps they suffered too much when they were young and did not grow up in a greenhouse. The hard life made their minds mature and more sensible than other children.

The little sauerkraut fed his father another mouthful of watermelon, and the little mouth chattered endlessly, "Daddy, grandma said, I was sick and couldn't talk, and I didn't remember you. I was very sick, but I'm fine now, don't you?" Feel amazing?"

"Yes, Yue'er is very strong." Gu Mingxuan nodded.

"Well, because I am Gu Mingxuan's daughter."

Boom... Gu Mingxuan's heart skipped a beat suddenly, and his expression paused.

His "sick" daughter also knows?

"Daddy, talk to Mommy, I'll take my sister to take a bath." Seeing his father thinking, Ling Qiyang felt that the space should be left to his parents.

He took his sister by the hand and left the terrace.

Little Pickled Cabbage walked into the children's room, shook off her brother's hand, pouted her little mouth, and looked at her brother uncomfortablely, "Why did you ask me to say those words?"

"Daddy's not in good health."

"I can see it, but what is his disease? Why can't he see me clearly?"

Ling Qiyang struggled, put his small hands in his trouser pockets, and frowned, "It's just...it's vision loss."

"If it's serious, won't you lose sight of us? It's dark in front of your eyes?" After the little pickled cabbage finished speaking, two lines of tears rolled down.

"..."

"Speak up, don't think I'm in debt now, even if you don't tell me, I know Daddy is sick, woo woo woo..." Little Pickle suddenly squatted on the ground and began to cry.

"Daddy is so handsome, why is he sick? I don't want him to be blind, I don't want him!"

"Sister, don't cry, Daddy and Mommy will hear." Ling Qiyang hurriedly hugged her.

Little pickled cabbage covered her mouth with her small hand, tears still flowing.

She was very sad, and her father's illness made her feel more uncomfortable than her own illness.

"Guokuo, will Daddy be okay?" After crying for a while, she let go of her hand and opened her mouth to ask her brother.

Ling Qiyang narrowed his eyes tightly, "It will be fine, Grandpa said, as long as Daddy and Mommy go out on a trip, relax and not get tired, eyesight will improve."

Little Pickle frowned after hearing this, sobbing while thinking, looking ahead with tears in her eyes.

After a while, she sat down on the ground with her small mouth puckered, and stared at Ling Qiyang, "You still think that I'm in arrears with my IQ. Will this person get better when he's sick? Will he get better after playing with his eyesight?"

Really brainstorming.