Chapter 65

However, her mother's illness came so suddenly that she didn't have time to grow up, to be sensible, and to stay healthy for her mother.

After the doctor came to check her mother's health, she looked at a group of strangers across the crowd, struggling for her life. As her daughter, she could only sit and wait.

Her mother's attending doctor, Uncle Li, is her mother's good friend and has been taking care of her mother's body. After the operation, her mother was sent to the intensive care unit. She could only watch her mother, whose face was almost as white as her bed quilt, lying quietly on the bed like a pure white rose through the thick and transparent glass window.

But this pure white rose is blooming too brightly, too fast, so fast that it is about to wither.

Uncle Li told her that mom couldn't last two weeks!

Two weeks, what a short time! Fourteen days, 336 hours, 21060 minutes, 129600 seconds.

Is this mom's last time?

After that, my mother died, and she was the only one left in the world.

No longer let her coquetry, no one will smooth her hair, listen to her small complaints, no longer call her "my silly girl".

There is no more mother in the world.

Can she choose, can she take all her favorite snacks and fruits to exchange with God, to change her mother's health and her life.

Is that ok?

Zhang Qing was crying, and her voice went away with the murmuring water under the river embankment.

Suddenly, a warmth came from her little shoulder. Did God hear her heart's prayer and plan to help her?

She raised her tearful face and looked eagerly and expectantly at the people behind her.

"Little girl, why are you crying?" Wu Yucan frowned and looked at the little girl crying in the picturesque scenery.

He found this place two days ago. It's very quiet and beautiful. The flowing water is like a poem, the sunset is intoxicating, and the grass and birds are company. It's also a great beauty of life. Even he, who was born in a famous family, can't help but stop and enjoy it quietly.

However, just two days ago, before he hated the scenery, there was a crying figure on the riverbank.

He is not a nosy person. When he sees such a situation, he will definitely turn around and leave, and will never take the initiative to provoke. But her figure made him familiar, a little like the lovely girl he had seen a few days ago, so he had to step forward and pat her on the shoulder.

It's him, the man who tasted the taste of apple in her mouth at the school gate.

Zhang Qing inhaled the slightly blocked nose and looked at the man in front of her vaguely.

I wanted to protest his previous bad behavior seriously. When I heard his "little girl", I wrongly pursed her pink lips, hugged his waist and started crying again. I cried and cried vaguely.

"I'm so sad, so sad, so sad to death." Zhang Qing's tears were very urgent. Her face was close to Wu Yucan's clothes. All her tears penetrated into his clothes.

Is this little girl made of water? How can there be so many tears, hot tears seeping through thin clothes, burning his skin, burning into the heart, causing him a burst of inexplicable irritability.

"Sad what?" He took a deep breath and hid the restlessness from the bottom of his heart. The first thing to do now is to pacify the guy who is crying in his arms.

"Mom, mom, she's so sick. I'm so afraid." A word was said by her intermittently, accompanied by a thick nasal voice and sobs.

Wu Yucan frowns even more. There is nothing he can do about such things. No one can control people's lives, can he? Even if you are rich, you can't decide your life span.

But she is so small, shoulder is so tender, how to carry the pain of losing relatives.

He had experienced such pain, which was deeply rooted in his heart. Even after several years of such pain, he still clearly remembered the pain of his mother's death.

That kind of pain, sad and cruel, as if all the colors of the world have suddenly become black and white, distorting people's hearts.

"Don't cry, don't cry. If you cry now, your mother will be miserable." Wu Yucan comforted me in a soft voice.

She looked up at him blankly. He was so tall that he could hold up a whole world.

However, apart from crying, what else can she do for her mother? She can't become a pain killer to relieve her pain; she can't become a father to relieve her missing.

She can do nothing.

She was so annoyed that she wanted to cry again.

Wu Yucan looks at her quietly. She is a very simple girl and can see through at a glance.

"She just wants you to be happy. When you are happy, she will be relieved." Wu Yucan said that he had such confusion before. He spent countless hours looking for the best medicine and the best doctor. He didn't stay in front of his mother's bed for many days. When he found the best medicine and doctor, his mother's disease had gone to the bone marrow, and no amount of treatment would help.How can he let this new girl experience the same pain, and the best way to treat patients is to accompany seriously ill people through the last journey of life.

"Really?" Zhang Qing asked, she is not sure, really not sure.

But his firm eyes told her that he was quite right.

I've only seen him twice. She just believes him.

However, she didn't want her mother to be sick, and she didn't want her mother to leave her.

Life, that difficult proposition, why so with a strong attitude, appear in her life, let her have no extra strength to resist, can only obediently bear.

Good mother, don't stay with her for two weeks.

"I'm going back." Zhang Qing was a little reluctant to give up, but the gorgeous rosy clouds in the sky had gradually gone out, leaving only the afterglow.

"Good." Wu Yucan's answer was very straightforward.

Zhang Qing got up and patted the dust on her body. There was no dust on the riverbank, but she was still used to patting a few times.

"Are you going back like this?" Wu Yucan pointed to his face.

Her clear eyes had already been swollen, and her cheeks were red, which made her white face more gorgeous. It's hard not to let others see her sadness when she goes back like this.

"What about that?" She didn't think that much.

As soon as her question fell to the ground, she was led by him. Ten meters away, his car was parked. It was flamboyant red, almost as arrogant as the owner, smearing a dazzling red around the green space.

Wu Yucan opened the car door, bent over and took out a bottle of pure water. The brand of the water was in English. With his long finger, he unscrewed the cap of the bottle, took out his handkerchief and soaked it with water.

"Close your eyes." He turned his head and saw that she looked straight with interest and made a funny noise.

This little girl is curious about everything.

"Oh." She answered and closed her eyes obediently.

A few days later, a cool feeling covered her eyelids. It was cool and comfortable. It also slowed down the sour feeling of her eyes.

Wu Yucan carefully looked at the girl in front of him. It was clear that she should be the most carefree age. She should have been as evil as the little witch in his family. But the little girl had to bear the life and death of her beloved. At that time, he was as old as her.

He always deliberately forgets that time, but when he meets her, that time will always lightly appear in front of him, but there is no usual pain and bitterness.

"All right." He drew back his hand and let out a voice to remind her.

"Well." Zhang Qing opened her eyes, and her eyes were not as red as before.

Zhang Qing and Wu Yucan walk slowly back to the hospital after they separated from each other.

The hospital is not far from here. It's only ten minutes' walk away. It's a very expensive private hospital. It depends on Uncle Li's help. Otherwise, she and her mother's financial resources can't support the medical expenses here.

In this world, there are many people she should be grateful for. She can't be so useless, hiding in her little shell, feeling sad and sad.

She took a deep breath and strode toward the inpatient department of the hospital.

"Xiaoqing, you're back!" It's uncle Li's voice, kind and steady. He strode towards her in his white coat.

Zhang Qingxin was surprised. What happened to her mother?

"My mother, what's wrong with her?" Her bearing capacity is not so strong, a question will be full of panic.

"Don't worry, she's just worried about you. She's very anxious when you run out crying in the afternoon. I just went to sleep Uncle Li patted Zhang Qing on the shoulder, his face was tired, and he didn't get a rest for a long time.

"Sorry, I..." Say, tears almost slide down the eyes.

"It's OK. Go and accompany her. She must be happy to wake up and see you Uncle Li stopped her.

"Good."

When Uncle Li left, Zhang Qing bowed her head and went upstairs. She didn't find the owner of the car who had been following her silently from the riverbank watching her walk into the hospital. Until she could no longer see her, she slowly turned around and left.

The strong fragrance of the medicine diffused from the medicine, which made Zhang Qing frown slightly. He walked to the chair beside the bed and sat down.

The people on the bed are breathing lightly, and the eyebrows that are very similar to Zhang Qing are slightly twisted, as if they are fighting with pain. Originally, Fengpeng's cheek has been deeply sunken, showing his high cheekbones, thin neck, his body covered in the hospital's white bed quilt, and his bony hands exposed.

These hands used to be able to hold up a home for her, but now they can only stop there quietly and let the life sustaining medicine slowly enter her thin body.

Mom She called it in her heart.

She said she would not cry, but her eyes were soaked with tears. She clenched her lips and let the tears slide down, but she did not make any sound. She was afraid that she would disturb the patients who could not sleep easily in bed.

She has been forbearing, gently holding the hands of the people on the bed, motionless watching.

Time flows away bit by bit, and the window is replaced by darkness.The people in the bed opened their eyes slowly. They were calm and loving eyes, full of gentleness. It was so painful and uncomfortable. When she saw her favorite daughter, she still held up a beautiful smile.

"My little girl." Unable to lift her arm, she could only move her fingers slightly.

"Do you want to see Uncle Li when you wake up?" Zhang Qing quickly wiped away the tears on her face. She could no longer let her mother see her cry. Hands and feet with the ground to the bedside, flurried to ask.

"No. I'm fine now. " Her silly girl is still so naive.