Chapter 900

Mu Qingqing subconsciously stepped back and was surrounded by a big hand.

"Let's go!" In Mu Qingqing's startled eyes, the man's eyes fell straight to the front and pulled her out of the ward.

Behind him was a loud, harsh voice of abuse and shouting, like an endless fight, which made people exhausted before they entered the war.

The back stairs at the corner of the corridor are extremely quiet. The patients who have just hidden here have already dispersed in pairs, leaving only a trace of green smoke around them, leaving the aftertaste and temperature.

Mu Qingqing leaned against the wall which had accumulated some dust, and was somewhat powerless, "how did you come?"

Just finished, Mu Qingqing suddenly laughed, some bitter and some helpless, "it seems that there are many times such opening remarks between us. I am really curious, why do you always appear in such a proper way when the disaster is approaching?"

"Mr. Song Yanshu..." Mu Qingqing tilted his head, with doubts in his tone.

"Don't you think I'm a stalker?" Song Yan picked up his baseball cap and laughed bitterly.

With that, song Yanshu took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. The curly blue and white smoke was swirling around it, enriching the cold atmosphere in front of him.

He looked at Mu Qingqing without a trace, pretended to be unaware of the situation and asked, "what happened?"

Mu Qingqing took a long breath and got up. Without warning, he reached out and grabbed song Yan's cigarette in his knuckle and put it on his lips.

"Cough, cough..." Mu Qingqing took a puff of cigarette and began to cough violently. Song Yanshu is startled by Mu Qingqing's behavior, and then he comes forward to pat Mu Qingqing on the back.

"I can't smoke. What can I do?" Song Yanshu's deep voice is more confused than the smoke. In the corridor, it's like a mysterious force pushing people closer to the boundless cliff step by step.

Mu Qingqing waved her hand, and soon smoothed her breathing. The smoke gushed from her nose and breath, which made her more charming. Also, it looks very lonely.

"You look like you're in a bad mood..." Song Yanshu didn't smoke any more. He just stood by and looked at Mu Qingqing quietly. This woman, as expected, entered her own heart, whether pure or charming, good or evil, in short, every appearance that belongs to her, song Yanshu is hopelessly in love with.

Even if he did not love himself, he was infatuated with it, almost to the point of madness.

For a moment, Mu Qingqing pulled the corners of her mouth and breathed out smoke. "A friend is sick and needs heart surgery. The boy who was lying in the hospital bed just now matches my friend's match. I just helped her to be a lobbyist. I didn't expect that the response from her family was so fierce. "

"Do you want me to help..."

"no, there are other options. Don't worry about it." Before Song Yan Shu's voice was lost, Mu Qingqing interrupted the so-called help in Song Yan's speech.

Hearing Mu Qingqing say so, song Yanshu's heart seems to have been stabbed hard. The feeling of not being trusted by others is very hard, and it's as hard to be depressed. Although they meet now, they are not as tit for tat, but they will never go back to the past. At least Mu Qingqing is no longer willing to tell song Yanshu what he is worried about.

It's all retribution, it's all punishment.

Song Yanshu thought in his heart and felt extremely ironic.

Suddenly, there was a burst of music on the quiet back stairs. It was song Yanshu's mobile phone ring. He took advantage of the situation and took a look at the screen. He managed to squeeze out a smile and tried to make his voice sound normal.

Mu Qingqing pinches out only half of the cigarette butt in her hand. She doesn't want to chat with song Yanshu here. She has to continue to think about matching.

But just as Mu Qingqing stepped out of the threshold of the corridor, a sentence from Song Yanshu made her freeze, "what do you say? Grandma is critically ill

Mu Qingqing, the grandmother of song Yan's book, has met several times. After all, Mu Qingqing had a happy memory in that antique pottery shop. I still remember that time, my grandmother had a kind face and chatted with Mu Qingqing. She also said that her stomach looked like she was pregnant with twins.

Sometimes the wisdom of the elderly is more convincing than that of science. Although only Xiaochi survived, as grandma said, Mu Qingqing was pregnant with twins at that time. At the thought of this, Mu Qingqing felt that she especially admired the old man.

Mu Qingqing stopped and quickly turned around and went to song Yan's writing until he hung up the phone. "What's wrong with grandma? What's wrong with her? "

Song Yanshu's face was gloomy, and he shook his head, "I don't know, I haven't been back in this period of time..."

half an hour later, Mu Qingqing and song Yanshu went to another hospital in Jiangcheng, and saw her grandmother lying in the sickbed in the innermost ward on the third floor.

Mu Qingqing's heart is fierce. People's life is so fragile. Last time I met my grandmother, she still touched her stomach and whispered to her. Unexpectedly, after a few months, she fell down without warning. His face is old and sick, crisscross folds seem to be accusing the unfairness of the years. The sun is weak and weak. It seems that even a thin glass window can't shine in."Grandma, grandma, what's wrong with you?" Song Yanshu lost his square inch, the whole person fell down in front of the hospital bed, holding the old lady's hand.

"Yan Shu is here. Grandma is OK, but she is sleepy. She wants to sleep more."

Before the words fell, the old lady's eyes fell on Mu Qingqing's body. Her eyes suddenly brightened, and she stretched out her trembling hand and scratched in the air, "Oh, is it Qing Qing? Is Qing Qing here? "

"Come on, come closer and let Grandma have a look..."

Mu Qingqing's nose was so sour that she quickly stepped forward and took her grandmother's hand. This touch made Mu Qingqing's heart even colder.

It seems that the first feeling of touching the past is to feel a skeleton without any temperature and feeling of flesh. The epithelial folds of cold hands are stacked together, and there is no vitality. On the back of the hand are dense pinholes, most of them have turned into bruise like cyan purple, which looks very worrying.

"I'm here, grandma..." murmuring, trying to keep a smile.

While talking, my grandfather signed from the doctor's office on crutches, and walked into the ward dejectedly. Seeing song Yanshu coming, the old man's eyes were red to the core.

"Yan... Yan Shu, are you here? If you are thirsty, your grandfather will give you water to drink... "The old man's voice choked, and the whole person was trembling and the lonely figure was heartbreaking.