Chapter 146

"Xiao Hui, your father is dying. Come on, he insists on going home." The voice of songqin on the phone is choking.

Miao Xiaohui is completely flustered. Although she has been psychologically prepared for her father's illness for a long time, she is still unprepared when it is about to happen. It seems that everything happens too soon. As soon as her hand is released, the tea bowl falls on the coffee table and the water splashes all over.

"Xiaohui, you go first. I'll inform Xiaofan." Fu Yingying, who has always been a child, rarely behaves like a responsible adult.

"Please." Miao Xiaohui rushed to the nursing center before she could explain to Miao fan. Her mother must have called him for such a big thing.

A room of medical staff, are helpless, in addition to the symbolic rescue, can only wait for Miao Weizheng swallow his last breath.

"Miss Miao, we have informed Mr. Tang." The doctor in charge of Miao Weizheng greets Miao Xiaohui who has just entered the door.

Miao Xiaohui can't talk to him. She goes to see her father first.

At this time, Miao Wei is relying on oxygen to delay his life. There is a faint light in his eyes. When he sees Miao Xiaohui, he looks behind her.

Miao Xiaohui knows what he's looking at. He's waiting for his only son.

"Dad, Xiao Fan will be here soon." Miao Xiaohui held his hand tightly.

Songqin wants to face it strongly, but she can't help feeling sad. She wipes her tears with her hands. The wrinkles around her eyes witness all the sufferings she has experienced. First, her eldest daughter is missing, and now she is facing the death of her husband.

Miao Weizheng can't speak any more. His only breath is waiting to see his son. If it's not for the good conditions here, he will not stick to it until now.

Finally, Miao Xiaohui has never been so anxious as now. She takes out the phone to call Miao fan. It's not that she suspects that Fu Yingying can't get the notice, but that she's worried about a series of accidents such as traffic jams.

After Miao Xiaohui left, Fu Yingying immediately called Miao fan, and then called Zheng Yudong. After all, she was not very familiar with the road conditions here, and didn't even know where the nursing center was. Fortunately, Zheng Yudong was ok, so she drove to pick her up and went to the place where Miao fan lived.

Miao fan immediately went downstairs after receiving the phone call from Fu Yingying. Zheng Yudong's car just arrived. However, in the late rush hour, no matter how good the car was, it was too late.

"Dad." Miao fan rushed to the bed, knelt on the ground and held his father's hand.

Miao Xiaohui has been crying for a long time. Although she knew her father's illness for a long time, she did not dare to think about it when she thought of her life and death. She always prayed that God would show mercy and change everything.

"Xiao Hui, your father wants to go home." Songqin looks at Miao Xiaohui in embarrassment while crying.

As his last wish, songqin wanted to satisfy him very much, but she was afraid of bumping all the way. She didn't wait for home to swallow this breath, and it was impossible for her ability to let the medical staff go with her.

"Doctor, my father..." it's a matter of close relatives. Miao Xiaohui's heart has been in a mess for a long time, as if the whole person was confused and didn't know what to do.

"Miss Miao, we are waiting for the news from Mr. Ye." The attending doctor told him clearly that only Tang Shaofeng could command him.

Miao Xiaohui seems to be awakened by his words, isn't she? Everyone here is under Tang Shaofeng's command. What about Tang Shaofeng? Even if he doesn't arrive, can he give an order by phone?

"He's on his way." Zheng Yudong's voice sounded behind him.

He just talked to Tang Shaofeng on the phone. Tang Shaofeng gave up the social intercourse and was on his way here.

"I'll call him." Miao Xiaohui found out that she didn't know where she had left her handbag.

"Here." Fu Yingying saw her handbag beside the wall when she came in and helped her pick it up.

Miao Xiaohui's hands were shaking badly. It seemed that she could not hold her mobile phone. As soon as she got through the phone, she couldn't help crying, "please let someone send my father home, please." There's no way to finish.

Fu Yingying is distressed to see her like this. She lives in a rich family and has never experienced Miao Xiaohui's helplessness. She wants to comfort her very much. However, in the face of her family's impending death, any words seem powerless and pale.

"Let Zheng Yudong answer the phone." Tang Shaofeng's serious voice came from the phone.

Although the people in the nursing center informed him at the first time, after all, he was not at the scene and couldn't make an accurate judgment. Miao Xiaohui's cry made his heart tighten.

Miao Xiaohui hands the mobile phone to Zheng Yudong, hoping that he can tell Tang Shaofeng the situation here and fulfill his father's last wish.

"Night." Zheng Yudong took the phone, then nodded, "don't worry." Then he hung up.

Miao Xiaohui looks forward to him, hoping to get the desired results.

"Get ready and take him home." Zheng Yudong solemnly announced the meaning of Tang Shaofeng.

As soon as the words came out, the medical staff of the nursing center immediately got busy. Miao Weizheng now completely relies on the ventilator. Therefore, it is troublesome to transfer, but he is still transferring at the fastest speed.

"Dad, I'll be home soon." On the ambulance, Miao Xiaohui comforts her father, who is still conscious.

Miao Weizheng couldn't speak any more. He just blinked weakly. When he closed his eyes several times, he opened them as if fighting against death, as if he wanted to see his home again.

Tang Shaofeng has been waiting downstairs. Miao Xiaohui is only in his father's body, but he doesn't find it. A group of medical staff carry Miao Weizheng upstairs, and Miao Xiaohui's sister and brother are on one side, which makes Tang Shaofeng and other onlookers heartache.

"Dad, we're home." Miao Xiaohui held his hand tightly, while the medical staff arranged the first aid equipment.

Lying flat on the bed, Miao Weizheng's fingers moved from time to time. He seemed to want something, but he was really unable to do anything.

"Dad, what do you want to say?" Miao Xiaohui leaned over and put her ear to his mouth. She already realized that he had a wish.

Miao Weizheng's eyes were fixed on the vase on the table. It seemed that he was implying something. He wanted to prompt, but he couldn't speak. He couldn't even lift his fingers.

Miao Xiaohui found this phenomenon. When she looked along his line of sight, she didn't find anything. There was a doubt in her heart.

Suddenly, Miao Weizheng tightly clasped his daughter's hand. His whole body was tense for a while. After a few seconds, he relaxed and swallowed his last breath.

"Dad -" the whole room was filled with the cries of the Miao family.

Tang Shaofeng, standing outside the door, turns to see Fu Yingying, who is pale. Knowing that she is timid, he signals Zheng Yudong to take her away.

Although Miao Wei has not been in bed for a day or two, as long as he has a breath, it seems that the Miao family has the backbone. This leave makes the Miao family even more unbearable.

If it wasn't for Tang Shaofeng, Miao Xiaohui didn't know what to do.

Although it's late at night, a funeral car is called to take Miao Weizheng's body to the funeral home. Miao Xiaohui's younger brother and sister are waiting for their father's body to be cremated the next day.

After a sleepless night, Miao Xiaohui, who is too sad, faints in Tang Shaofeng's arms. The first feeling when she wakes up is her warm arms.

The light in the funeral home is very bright, but it gives people a feeling of darkness and desolation. Tang Shaofeng's embrace dispels the coldness, which makes Miao Xiaohui greedily want to retract her whole body.

"It's all ready." Tang Shaofeng embraces her with one hand and touches her hair with the other.

At this moment, he only loves this woman and wants to give her everything he can.

"Do you know? As long as I can get my father's life back, I'm willing to sacrifice my career and live a short life of ten years. " Miao Xiaohui nestles in Tang Shaofeng's arms as if muttering to himself.

"It's the law of nature. No one can change it." Although this corpse has nothing to do with Tang Shaofeng, such a close contact between life and death still touches him.

What do you work so hard for? How about being the leader of the industry? In the end, no one can avoid turning into a pile of ashes. Why do you want to live so tired? Why not enjoy life well?

Tang Shaofeng's face suddenly had a bitter smile, a bitter smile that could see through everything, and he put his arms around Miao Xiaohui more tightly.

Miao Weizheng is buried. Miao Xiaohui doesn't know how she went through all this. The whole person is as if she had been spirited away. Without Tang Shaofeng's company, she doesn't know whether she can persist.

Miao fan completely changed his view of Tang Shaofeng. If he didn't love his sister, if it was just an agreement, it would be impossible for him to do so.

"I want to stay with mom." After returning from the cemetery, Miao Xiaohui went directly back to the home where he grew up.

Although this family is not rich and can't compare with Tang family villa, it has collected her most precious memory.

Tang Shaofeng doesn't want her to stay. She can only shed tears when she comes to accompany her mother who lost her husband. However, it seems a little inhuman not to let her stay.

At the moment of hesitation, Miao Fan said, "elder sister, I'm here. You can go back with Mr. Ye." Miao fan wiped the tears from his face. After all, he was a boy, stronger than Miao Xiaohui.

Suddenly, Miao Xiaohui stares at the vase on the table. Her mind is full of her father's dying eyes. Why does he look at an ordinary vase? You know, this vase is old-fashioned. I heard from my mother that when she was very young, she bought it in the market one year for the Chinese new year, which has no memorial significance.

Miao Xiaohui just wanted to go over and take a look at the vase. She felt dizzy and had a bad headache. She was held by a pair of big hands and then picked up and walked out of the Miao family.

When Miao Xiaohui wakes up, her head still hurts badly, and her whole body seems to have been drained away. She has no strength, is lazy, and doesn't want to move. However, her brain is very awake. The flashy scenes make her face full of tears.

I don't know where these tears usually hide. They gush out, flow into the hair along the corner of the eye and onto the pillow.

The door is gently pushed open, and the figure flashes. Tang Shaofeng comes in with a bowl of porridge steaming with a few wisps of heat. Miao Xiaohui's head is tilted and her tears are dancing, which makes her more and more lovable.

Put the bowl on the head of the bed, Tang Shaofeng sat on the edge of the bed, put her shoulders in his hands, let her pillow on her curled up legs, and put her arms around the middle.

"Have some porridge." Tang Shaofeng picked up the bowl again and stirred it with a white porcelain spoon. "Red bean porridge, which you usually like to drink." Scooped a scoop to the mouth.