Chapter 1832

Gu Mingcheng closed his eyes tightly, with deep sunken eye socket and obvious senile spots on his cheekbones. If it wasn't for the sound of the ventilator, people would suspect that he had passed away safely.

"Grandfather..."

Gu Xiran's nose is sour, and tears condense into a row of crystal beads on his long eyelashes.

The sound of the ventilator was confused, and the white fog on the oxygen mask was much thicker.

Gu Mingcheng's eyelids moved, but still did not tear open.

"Grandfather, I'm Xiran. Can you hear me?"

Gu Xiran held Gu Mingcheng's thin left hand, red eyes choked.

Gu Mingcheng's fingers moved gently twice, and the corners of his mouth wriggled like nothing.

"Grandfather, you haven't seen me for a long time. Don't you want to see me? Oh, by the way, and Xiao Ye, she's back too... "

The other three men in the ward felt more and more heavy, and their faces were filled with grief.

Even when Gu Nian saw too many cases of birth, aging and death, he couldn't be really calm at the moment.

In the face of his granddaughter's call, Gu Mingcheng, who has run out of oil and lights, finally tears open his eyelids, but only slightly. His eyelids blink weakly, as if they will close again at any time.

“…… Three... "

Gu Mingcheng said vaguely. Everyone held their breath and stood at the head of the bed.

"What did you say, grandfather?"

Gu Xiran lowered his head and put his ear close to the oxygen mask.

“…… Three... "

Gu Mingcheng opened his mouth with difficulty.

Through the oxygen mask, Gu Xiran couldn't hear what he said.

"Don't worry, grandfather. Speak slowly."

“…… Three Cough... "

Gu Mingcheng's eyes narrowed into a straight line, and the value on the medical instrument began to change sharply.

When Gu Nian saw this, he knew that the situation was very bad. Qingjun's face was a touch of burnt color. What does Gu Mingcheng want to say when he is dying?

"Three?"

Gu Xiran seems to understand Gu Mingcheng's words, can't help looking up at Gu Zhenghe.

"Third uncle?"

"Well?"

Gu Zhenghe was stunned for a moment. Obviously, he didn't expect that the old man would call himself at this time. Even Gu Minhe didn't think of it. At this time, the old man has something to say, shouldn't he say it to his eldest son?

"Dad, I'm the third..."

Gu Zhenghe lowered his head and spoke uneasily.

"Xiran..."

Gu Mingcheng lifted his puffy eyelids and looked at Gu Xiran. He called her hard.

"What is it?"

Gu Zhenghe looked at his niece and then turned to his elder brother.

"Big brother, Dad, what's this

"Xiran..."

Gu Mingcheng opened his mouth again, and his turbid eyes became clear.

"Grandfather, I'm Xiran. You said

Gu Xiran clenched Gu Mingcheng's thin hand with both hands, smiling at him with tears.

"You and Yesan..."

Gu Mingcheng has been working hard, and his forehead is full of veins. But at the end of the day, when the lamp is out, there is only one breath left in my heart.

Gu Xiran's pupil shrinks and his heart is stung by something.

Gu Zhenghe and Gu Minhe didn't understand what Gu Mingcheng wanted to say, but Gu nianshi understood. Hang Mou to see Gu Xi ran one eye, see her Mou Guang to send stagnant, tight close close lips.

"Sister."

Gu Xi ran was reminded in a low voice when Gu Nian was young.

Gu Xi ran carried a pair of red eyes, on his clear and moist eyes.

"Do you understand what grandfather means?"

Gu Nian half squatted down, his left hand over the back of Gu Xiran's hand.

"Yesan is good You don't want to... "

Before Gu Mingcheng finished speaking, his pupils contracted violently, and then he closed his eyes. The hand Gu Xiran held was as cold as ice.

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