Chapter 23

The new year's hospital is still a vast expanse of white, with doctors and patients coming in an endless stream, as if isolated from the outside world, without the atmosphere before the Spring Festival.

Wei rusha got up early in the morning. She went to the washbasin and received a basin of warm water. She wanted her grandmother to wash her face. When I came out with the basin, I found that Grandma had got up from the bed. She dressed in a hospital uniform, gave her a smile and said, "I'll do it myself."

She's in good spirits and stronger than ever. Wei rusha looked at her ruddy cheek for the first time in a long time. She opened the door of the washbasin and said, "I'm going to drain water."

When Wei Zishan came in, Li Suhe was sitting by the window with a Book of selected poems of Tagore in her hand. She was wearing a gray cashmere shawl on her shoulder, and her back was warm and peaceful.

Hearing the sound of opening the door, Li Suhe looked back and saw Wei Zishan. She said with a smile, "Xia Xia went to the supermarket to buy materials. Today we make tangyuan."

New Year cake needs too many tools. It can't be made in the hospital. Tangyuan is relatively simple, so it can be made.

Wei Zishan was wearing a light brown coat. He was tall and handsome with a bunch of flowers in his arms. He had a great sense of British gentry. Li Su and love flowers. They can't be raised in the hospital. He will buy one every day.

When he handed the flowers to Li Suhe's arms, Wei Zishan frowned slightly and said, "Tangyuan can be made after leaving hospital. You'd better have a good rest today."

Li Suhe sniffed the lily in her arms. She put the book on a small table and motioned Wei Zishan to sit down. She said, "Xia Xia accompanies us for the new year for the first time. I want her to understand the custom of celebrating the new year in Ancheng."

Hearing that it was for Wei rusha's sake, Wei Zishan tightened his eyebrows more tightly.

Her son was sitting beside him, and she could see clearly what changes he had. Li Suhe leaned back in his chair, holding a big bunch of flowers. He was a little tired.

"You're still against her." Li Suhe said, "how can I understand her if I have such a deep conflict with her?"

Wei Zishan doesn't want to discuss Wei rusha's problem with Li Suhe when she is ill, because it is likely to cause a quarrel and make her feel more uncomfortable.

"Let's not say that." Wei Zishan said.

"I love you more than I love her." Li Suhe said.

Wei Zishan raised her head, her mother's expression was calm, and her eyes were shining. This sentence came from her heart, and Wei Zishan felt it. They have talked about Wei rusha's problem for countless times. This is the first time for mother to talk from this point of view. She has a feeling of dying and later life.

"You are my son. I can't survive you. I must die before you. After I died, I didn't want you to be alone, so I went to pick her up and came to Ancheng. I love you more than I love her, otherwise I would not have selfishly brought her to Ancheng and let her suffer from your coldness and indifference all day long. "

This idea is not honorable, because it does bring a mother's selfishness. Listening to his mother's saying, it would be naive and ridiculous for Wei Zishan to refute this question from the point of "I can live a good life myself".

Wei Zishan is eloquent. On the issue of Wei rusha, his mother said for the first time that he was speechless.

After Li Suhe finished, he seemed to have something to say. After a while, she asked Wei Zishan, "how long has your father passed away?"

Changed a topic, Wei Zishan Mou Guang moved, looking at Li Suhe said: "twenty years."

"You were older than her when your father died. You should still remember how you felt at that time, and you still had me at that time." Li Suhe slowly closed his eyes and said to Wei Zishan, "she just lost her mother this year. She is not as kind to her as a stranger when she is with you. She is more sad than you. Her birth has ruined your life, but it's her mother's fault, not her. You are a kind person. You treat the little wild cats in the community with compassion... "

Li Suhe's tone was like a meal. The sun was shining on her face. Every wrinkle of the old man seemed so kind. She opened her eyes and looked at Wei Zishan, with a slight voice and a low cry.

"Be nice to her." Li Suhe said.

In northern China, dumplings are made during the Spring Festival, and dumplings are eaten during the Lantern Festival, but they are basically frozen in supermarkets, and they have never been made by themselves.

Li Suhe's ward has a small kitchen, which can accommodate three people. Li Suhe is in charge of making stuffing, Wei Zishan is in charge of mixing glutinous rice flour, and the three of them make dumplings together.

"Do you know how to cut?" Li Suhe was surprised to see Wei rusha cut the dough into small pieces and cut it in a methodical way.

Knead and knead the small pieces, Wei rusha answered with a smile: "it's almost like making dumplings."

With the expression of "worthy of being my granddaughter", Li Suhe turned to look at Wei Zishan who was wrapping dumplings. In an instant, he looked disgusted: "how many times have you wrapped dumplings with me? Why can't it be done? "

Wei rusha turns to see Wei Zishan. The dumpling in his hand is covered with stuffing, black sesame and glutinous rice noodles.

After listening to Li Suhe's words, Wei Zishan frowned, tore a piece of glutinous rice dough and pasted it in the position where the stuffing was exposed. Wei rusha looked at his action and couldn't help laughing.Wei Zishan looks up at her, and Wei rusha smiles. He had no expression. He put the dumplings on his hand, turned on the tap, flushed his hand and said, "I'll get the medicine for you."

Now it's more than seven o'clock in the evening. After eating Tangyuan, it's time for Li Suhe to take medicine.

As soon as Wei Zishan left, Li Suhe began to laugh at him. She took the dumpling skin and wrapped the stuffing. She was puzzled and said, "what's so difficult about wrapping dumplings? Your father doesn't know anything about cooking. He's so picky. "

heard grandma make complaints about her father, and weir laughed and bowed her head and continued to wrap.

A family of three has eaten dumplings, it is more than nine in the evening. Wei Zishan lived at home, took care of his mother, took medicine and left. Wei rusha took care of her grandmother and went to bed together.

Today, on New Year's Eve, there was the sound of firecrackers everywhere outside. Wei rusha didn't sleep soundly. After a hazy sleep, she heard the voice of the nurse calling her.

"Baby."

Wei rusha turned around, turned on the lamp, and looked at her grandmother who had been awake. She is now in hospital, especially to pay attention to sleep, Wei Ruxia got up from bed, said: "is not too noisy, I give you earplugs."

On the bed, Li Suhe laughed, waved and said, "come and sleep with me."

"I don't sleep honestly." Wei rusha went to her grandmother's bed and squatted down, holding her grandmother's hand on her cheek. She also wants to sleep with Li Suhe, but she is afraid that her own dishonesty will oppress her.

"Just a moment." Li Suhe opened the quilt, pointed to the time and said, "grandma will accompany you to watch the new year."

At this time, Wei rusha just looked at the wall clock in the room. The pointer pointed to 11:50, and the new year was coming.

Wei rusha has a strange feeling in her heart. She can't tell what it feels like. She takes off her slippers and gets into Li Suhe's bed. Her quilt is a little cold. Wei rusha is warm and leans towards Li Suhe. Feeling her coming, Li Suhe chuckled and simply put her in his arms.

Her body is bigger than her. Li Suhe is thinner in hospital. Now he can't hold her any more. The smell of disinfectant in the hospital can't cover the fragrance of bath gel on the girl's body. This kind of breath with vigorous vitality makes her squint slightly.

"It's the first time grandma has been with you for the year." Li Suhe said, "tomorrow is the new year. Do you have any new year's wishes?"

Deftly lying in her grandmother's arms, Wei rusha listened to her heartbeat. The sound of firecrackers seemed to be diluted by her heartbeat. She felt very satisfied and stable.

"I hope grandma is healthy." Wei said.

In the dark ward, Wei rusha's voice was very small, and their shallow breathing mixed together, like blowing away her wish.

"Where's grandma?" Wei rusha raised her head, looked at her grandmother and asked.

Li Suhe reached out and patted Wei rusha on the back, light and soft, like holding Wei rusha in his childhood. She looked at the fireworks blooming outside the window and said quietly, "I hope you and your father can live a good life."

They are the two closest people in the world.

"Bang" the sound of fireworks exploding outside the window makes Wei rusha feel scared. She hugged her grandmother and said in a soft voice, "and grandma, too."

When the clock points to 12 o'clock, the bell at the main door of the hospital rings, and cheers ring in the isolated and lifeless hospital.

"Happy New Year ~"

Li Suhe held Wei rusha, who was sleeping in her arms. She gave her a kiss on the forehead. Her voice was very light, like a tentacle reaching into her dream.

"Happy new year, baby. Help me take care of my father and myself."

On New Year's Eve, all the street lights are on, and all the lights point to the main house in the middle of the courtyard like arrows.

The main house is a Gothic decorated eight storey villa with magnificent momentum. The whole villa is bright with lights.

Luo Tang is sitting on a chair, wrapping a dumpling. Just after the new year's watch, after wrapping the dumplings, the housekeeper Li Shu will take him downstairs to set off firecrackers to welcome the new year.

There are many servants in the mansion on weekdays, but as the Spring Festival approaches, Luo Tang's grandmother Shen zhenshu gives them a holiday. Only five or six elderly servants are left in the mansion.

"Luo Tang will be in senior three next year. Do you have a good idea where to study?" Shen zhenshu wrapped the dumplings and looked at his grandson.

Now there are only Luo family members in the kitchen, Luo Tang's grandfather Luo Jincheng, Luo Tang's grandmother Shen zhenshu, Luo Tang's father Luo Qinggu, and Luo Tang's mother Yang Shuru.

Luo Tang decided to study abroad from the very beginning. Although Luo Tang is usually silent, he is a very thoughtful person, and his parents hardly need to worry about it.

"He wants to go to the Nordic countries." Yang Shuru answered for him, and then stressed with Luo Tang, "it's OK to go to study, but you must return home after reading."

His grandparents have only one grandson, and his parents have only one son. Their roots are in Ancheng.

Putting the dumplings on one side, Luo Tang took a look at his grandmother and mother and replied, "I want to read them in China."In a word, the eyes of the other four turned to him.

Luo Tang accepted their gaze. Before he spoke, his mobile phone rang. It was Wei rusha who called. Eyes slightly Yang, Luo Tang clapped the glutinous rice flour on the hand, took the mobile phone out of the kitchen.

He went to the windowsill of the living room on the second floor. Fireworks lit up the sky. Luo Tang answered.

In the sound of firecrackers, the end of the phone an empty voice came.

"Luo Tang, my grandmother is gone."

Li Suhe's body was transported back to Yizhen from the hospital that night. It's more than three o'clock in the morning. She will mourn again at dawn the next day.

Wei Zishan's hometown is in Yizhen. When Li Suhe's body came home, all kinds of relatives also came. Bereavement is a major event. Relatives and good friends with Li Suhe also came.

The hall was quickly set up. The living room, which had been tidied up by Li Suhe, now has only a table and a coffin. There is a picture of grandma on the table and her body in the coffin. Wei rusha is wearing white mourning clothes and kneeling in front of the coffin with his relatives.

This kind of thing happened so frequently that Wei rusha thought that she was always in a dream. Maybe she's sleeping now and waking up tomorrow, she's still in winter Town, her mother is not dead, and her grandmother is not dead.

Next to them were the cries of relatives. Wei rusha's eyes were too dry to shed tears. Wei Zishan is busy with the funeral. He has been busy outside greeting her. He has left her time to cry, but she can't.

The howling of relatives started from deafening at the beginning to intermittent at the back, and stopped at more than 6 a.m., the darkest time before dawn. But inside and outside are noisy, not quiet.

Kneeling on one side of the people after crying found Wei rusha, they looked at Wei rusha, whispered.

"Is this the child my sister brought back? Don't you want Zishan? "

"Her mother is dead, can Zishan not? Ah, it's strange that she was with her and her mother died. I've just come back for more than half a year, and my sister is dead. "

"It's also true that our elder sister is not healthy all the time. How can we say that if she doesn't, she won't?"

"Ouch, sometimes I can't help believing in evil. Maybe it's Zishan's turn next time."

Wei rusha's heart began to drop as he listened to the words of several people. Suddenly, a figure came to him. Wei Zishan looked at the people who had just spoken calmly and said, "it's my turn to die. I'll die. She's my daughter, and it's not your turn to talk. "

A few people heard Wei Zishan say so, but they were silent.

Wei rusha looks up and Wei Zishan looks down at her. Man's face is full of haggard, only a pair of light brown eyes still have God. He handed Wei rusha the bread in his hand and said, "eat something first. You have to be busy all day in the day. You don't have time to eat."

Wei Zishan is busy preparing for the funeral. He has no spare time to take care of her. Wei rusha took the bread, unwrapped it and stuffed it into her mouth.

It's getting light. We're going to be ready for burial. In the custom of mourning, there is a need for grandchildren to carry a light in front of her. Wei rusha is called out by Wei Zishan to listen to her funeral mother-in-law.

Wei rusha finished listening to the arrangement, ready to enter the door, raised his eyes to see the young man standing outside the yard.

The young man, dressed in plain clothes, stood among the flowers on the edge of the yard. The light of the sun covered his whole body with a layer of light and shadow. His eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, his thin lips were ruddy, his long white neck was exposed, and he was flushed by the cold wind.

Wei rusha didn't sleep all night. She was in a trance. When she came near, she was surprised in her foggy eyes and asked, "how did you come?"

She didn't look as good as she had imagined. Her thin body was covered with wide white mourning clothes, like ice gradually melted by hot water, as if it was gone at a glance.

Luo Tang looked at Wei rusha and did not answer her. They were separated by a low wall, and Camellia just opened on the wall.

"You have me." Luo Tang said.

Luo Tang, my grandmother is gone.

You and me.

In my mind, these two sentences are connected together.

The fog on the eyes seemed to be punctured by the needle, which was painful and itchy. Wei rusha chuckles. She grabs Luo Tang's clothes and leans her forehead on his chest. She burst into tears.

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