Chapter 208

"Your dad's OK," he said

Lu Shumu did not speak.

After a moment's silence, a heart slowly settles down. She swallows her throat, which is blocked by things. She says softly, "Shumu, you just called me mom?"

This sentence fell, the whole ward more silent.

Lu Shumu didn't look back. He could only see the back of his head.

He lowered his head slightly when he heard the words.

No one spoke. The room was very quiet.

Lu Yan on the hospital bed, his long and thick eyelashes trembled slightly twice, his thin lips became a cold straight line, his fingers curled down on his side, and slowly recovered calm.

He was sober and heard the words, but he was forbearing.

This short minute, for words, is very long, very long, her heart can not load quickly, such a painful sense of suffocation.

After a while, there was a small milk sound, vaguely, with a strong grievance: "do you hope that I am your son?"

The heart, which had been hanging for a long time, finally fell to the ground and made a dull sound.

In her mind, the engine kept roaring, like the propeller kept turning. Her back had been soaked in cold sweat, and she felt a trace of cold.

Lu Shumu's words can't be more obvious.

Yu clenched her fingers. She needed to calm down. One by one, she trembled and folded her fingers in her palm. Her nails fell into the flesh of her palm, and her palm was pale.

Her face was paler than the palm.

She seemed afraid to accept the reality.

There was a blank in my mind. My heart was trembling and tightly curled up. The pain was as if I had been severely twisted by the meat grinder. The blood flowing in my body gradually cooled with the confirmation of this idea.

If Lu Shumu is her son

Her eyelashes trembled uncontrollably, her eyes turned red slowly, and the burning sensation came to her eyes. She clenched her lower lip tightly, and her mouth smelled of blood and rusty iron.

There was a mist before her eyes, and her vision was blurred.

There are drops of water, fell on her hand, like a broken line of beads.

In the blurred field of vision, she was staring at the back of Lu Shumu's head. Her voice was dry and she couldn't say anything.

The air is stagnant, the voice is lonely and empty.

The words did not hold back, there was a choking voice overflow, intermittent, she continued to cry silently.

Lu Yan on the bed, with a heavy face, slowly opened his eyes. His dark eyes were not in any mood, but his brows and eyes naturally showed the dignity of being in a high position for a long time, but his thin lips were ironic.

Didn't she not want the baby?

But now I cry so miserably. Is it conscience or want to act in front of the children.

Lu Shumu also found that Lu Yan woke up.

Lu Shumu's eyes were red. He pursed his lips stubbornly. The tip of his nose was red. He wanted to cry but didn't dare to cry. To Lu Yan's dark and cold eyes, he clenched his little fist, turned his head and ran to the embrace of words.

The body with a faint aroma, the body is soft, with the taste of reassuring him.

Lu Shumu pursed his lips and buried his head in the embrace of words. Tears fell down one by one. He seldom cried. When he cried, he was calm, silent and depressed.

Her whole body is stiff. She looks down at Lu Shumu's soft hair, tears "Bata..." For a moment, it fell on Lu Shumu's hair.

She slowly reached out and hugged the back of Lu Shumu's head.

Pale lips, gently moved: "sparse wood."

Lu Shumu didn't answer her. He held her waist tightly with his small hand. He buried his head in her chest and tried as if he wanted to get back all the hugs he had lost.

His lips trembled: "sparse wood."

Lu Shumu said, "don't call me."

When the heart of metaphor cools, she doesn't know what kind of reaction to make.

Lu Shumu didn't speak any more, but his hands were not willing to relax at all. He held them tightly, and his words didn't dare to speak any more.

They didn't know how long they held each other, and she didn't know how long she cried.

Until Lu Yan got up from the bed, he supported the pole at the head of the bed and sat up straight. Because of the pain, the "Chuan..." between his eyebrows The characters are deep, thin lips are pale, facial features are sharp, and the outline is deep and sharp.

In his dark eyes, he could hardly see the light or the end.

The eyes are condensing.

Little by little, the sour water in the heart of metaphor rises and slowly forms a lake, corroding her heart and swallowing her reason.

She did not blink, staring at Lu Yan's eyes.

She has a lot of questions to ask and a lot of emotions to vent. But at this time, when she saw Lu Yan, she was a little relieved. Maybe it was because only Lu Yan could answer her questions, and only Lu Yan and she were special. They had children and had a past.Even though Lu Yan was wearing a hospital uniform, his face was pale, and his whole body was full of anger. He twisted his eyebrows and said in a deep voice: "Lu Shumu." When Lu Shumu heard his father's voice, he stopped and gently pushed away the words. He turned his back and wiped his tears hard. He soon calmed down and turned around. There were no tears on his face. However, only by his red eyes, red cheeks and wet black eyes can he see the tears.

He pursed his lips.

Lu Yan said faintly: "you are a man. Go to wipe your face. What are you crying for?"

Lu Shumu's eyes are stubborn. He looks at Yu and Lu Yan. He stands quietly for a while and breaks away from Yu.

The hand of the metaphor is empty, and the heart seems to follow.

Lu Shumu really listened to Lu Yan's words, followed the special help who pushed the door in and walked out of the ward. Yanyu blinked his eyes, held back his tears and took a deep breath.

She let go of the palm, and couldn't feel the pain at all.

She stared at Lu Yan calmly and asked: "Lu Yan, I'll ask you again, is Lu Shumu my child?"

Lu Yan's face was expressionless and cold. There was a chill in her eyes and her eyebrows were like iceberg.

The metaphor clenched the teeth, and the sight became colder: "Lu Yan, you answer me yes or no."

Lu Yan was still silent. Yanyu clenched her fingers, and she suddenly pulled the crutch beside the bed. She held the crutch, and walked to Lu Yan step by step in a cold sweat. The corner of her eyes was cold. She tightened her lips. The more angry she was, the more tolerant she was. It was clear that the flame in her chest was about to burn her reason, but she suppressed all her discontent and resentment.