[The ring and brooch, which were on the table when I left, are gone now. 】

Song Bailao fiddled with his mobile phone on the side after making a call, and it took half an hour to do so. I waited and waited to see him, and I couldn't restrain my curiosity, so I asked, "What email?"

He didn't look up at me: "Why is the stupid hamster being selected, targeted and captured by the viper."

It's a wonderful email…

"Don't he like to play with people's hearts?" Song Bailao stopped his movements and looked up at me slightly, "Then I'll play with him."

It seems that the fact that he was once played by Zhu Li in the palm of his hand made him very excited.

I stuttered secretly and asked him, "How is Uncle Xiao these days? I want to see him."

Song Xiao's recovery after the operation was not smooth, maybe because he was older, not younger than he was young, he developed a fever that night, and it continued for a few days. In the past two days, I finally got better. I was thinking about when to see him, and I was hospitalized again.

Song Bailao straightened up and stuffed the phone back into his pocket.

I shrank, and said with a negotiation: "Then I'll go and see him, okay?"

He stared at me closely and asked, "Are you afraid of me?"

"...No." This is not fear, it is stress.

I was stunned for a while before I realized that he was answering my last sentence.

It has been almost a month since the sutures were removed on my right hand. I will stretch when I have something to do. Now I still have some pain when I hold it tightly, and my hand function has basically recovered.

Looking at the sky outside the window, the left hand held the right wrist, and the fingers kept repeating the action of making a fist. In fact, I understand that Luo Mengbai's words do not mean that the alarm is lifted, but I still have a feeling of sudden relief in my heart.

It was only now that I realized that no matter how open-minded and fearless I was before, the shadow of death always shrouded my head, which made me feel a lot of pressure.

"By the way, I named my child 'Ning Xi', which is the 'Xi' of Chen Xi."

Thinking that the child is half of Song Bailao, you should also talk to him. Unexpectedly, he was silent for a few seconds, then said "oh", and then said, "Song Ningxi is also good, it sounds very good."

"..." This time it was my turn to be quiet.

Wait, who said the child was going to be named Song?

I looked at him: "You, don't you have the surname of Uncle Xiao?"

Is it possible for my kids too... eh? I don't dare to say it too clearly, so I have to keep it vague.

"Because Luo Qinghe left the Luo family at that time, he didn't want his children to be labeled as the Luo family again, so I took my mother's surname." Song Bailao laughed, "Do you want the child's surname? Luo?"

Although Luo Ningxi sounds nice, but don't want it, and I don't mean that...

I looked at his smiling face, and suddenly felt a chill down my spine, raising a nameless sense of crisis.

"No," I said, "just... Song Ningxi."

Forget it, it doesn't matter who the surname is, or even no surname, as long as the child is healthy and happy.

Song Bailao's lips curled into a small smile, but it was quickly suppressed.

I suddenly felt that I had been fooled and fell into some calculated language trap.

It's almost the same as the classic "windowing theory". When you say you want to open the window, people always don't allow it, but once he proposes to tear down the roof, he is willing to open the window again - he said he wants the surname "Song", I am reluctant, but once he proposes that the surname should not be "Luo" , I can only compromise the surname "Song".

Isn't it the same?

When I woke up the next morning, the nurse took my temperature again, it was 37 degrees, and it was almost back to normal.

Song Bailao had an important meeting today and needed a video, so he specially borrowed the hospital conference room and was not in the ward at the moment.

While he was away, I decided to visit Song Xiao.

He is in the Department of Orthopedics, on the 10th floor of the inpatient building, only two floors away from my floor. Song Xiao's ward was not far from the elevator entrance. As soon as I stepped out of the elevator, I heard the familiar ukulele sound echoing in the corridor.

It seems that he is in good spirits today and can play the guitar.

Walking towards the ward, I suddenly stopped in surprise, because at the door of Song Xiao's ward, I saw an unexpected figure.

Luo Qinghe stood outside the door with a blank expression, and did not go in, but quietly watched everything inside through the glass on the door. If it weren't for the blinking of his eyes, I would have thought this was a finely crafted sculpture.

His height and posture are actually easy to recognize, but in order to make sure it is really him, I walked closer, almost three meters away from him. It wasn't a short distance, but it wasn't long either. He could spot me with just a glance, and he did spot me.

He turned to look at me, looked at me for two seconds, then looked at the people in the ward, and then motioned to me to follow.

When I passed the ward, I glanced inside, Song Xiao seemed to be teaching the guitar to the young man in the next room, both of them were very focused and did not notice the situation outside the door.

Luo Qinghe stopped at the stairway and said, "Don't tell him I've been here before."

To be honest, I don't quite understand what he does.

"Why? Uncle Xiao will be very happy to know that you are here."

Song Xiao still calls him a "lover" and feels guilty about him. She should love him. Only when the rest of the relationship is difficult, will you be so unforgettable.

Luo Qinghe looked at me indifferently and said, "There is no reason, I can't explain the matter with him in a few words, and it is difficult for outsiders to understand."

When I asked, I didn't actually give much hope. After all, Luo Qinghe didn't look like someone who would tell the truth from my heart. If he doesn't say it, I can't force him to say it.

"I see, I won't tell him." I agreed and turned to leave.

"I heard from the dream that you are going to give birth to a child."

When he suddenly mentioned the child, I was a little wary. I stopped and turned around to stare at him without speaking.

He asked me, "Is it worth risking my life to give birth?"

It seems that Song Bailao gave Luo Mengbai a gag order after I returned to Xiangtan, so Luo Qinghe probably didn't know about c20, maybe I was hospitalized repeatedly for a while, and he thought it was because of the dangerous pregnancy.

"If you ask Uncle Xiao now, is it worth risking your life to give birth to a child? He will definitely tell you: 'Very worth it'."

Luo Qinghe's eyes flickered when he heard the words, and after a while, he said: "That stinky boy completely fell out with me, and he should not listen to me." The "stinky boy" in his mouth also It can only be Song Bailao, "If you want to listen to me, listen to me, and if you don't listen to me, treat it as if I didn't say it. Even if you give birth to the child safely, the Xia family will not sit idly by. The big family is intertwined, and some people may It doesn't usually appear, and it has nothing to do with you, but once anyone moves the core interests of the family and does something humiliating to the lintel, these people will jump out at the first time to interrupt your spine and make you responsible for the crime. Mistakes pay an unforgettable price."

I shivered for no reason and got goosebumps.

He is sharing his experience. Back then, in order to be with Song Xiao, he abandoned his family and surname, and the price he paid was blood and tears, which can only be described as "painful".

They "interrupted" his spine, forcing him to submit to his clan and confess his guilt.

Luo Qinghe paused for a while, and then spoke again with the same tone as usual: "The next few months, the election will be in full swing, and I don't have much time to care about you. Remember, don't cause trouble ."

I understand his subtext, don't make trouble for Song Bailau, and most importantly, don't make trouble for him.

He straightened his clothes and walked downstairs. After a few steps, he seemed to remember something and turned back: "Also, take care of Song Mo."

I can ignore his other words, but I can't ignore this sentence.

"I will. If you don't tell me, I will."

Luo Qinghe gave me a deep look, turned and left along the stairs.

Before returning to Song Xiao's ward, the guitar teaching was still going on.

"Pick this sound faster... No, press it like this... Hey, why is it so hard to teach you a smart kid?"

Opening the door, I heard Song Xiao's speech that seemed to be exhausted.

The face he had already taught tended to be hideous. When he looked up and saw me, he immediately put on a loving and surprised expression.

"Why are you here, Xiaoyu?" He sat on the bed, only one foot could be bent, and the other one stood straight there.

Seeing someone coming, the big boy next to the hospital bed stood up quickly and gave me the sofa seat.

"Uncle, then I'll go back and practice by myself." He shook the ukulele in his hand and said.

"Okay." Song Xiao waved at him, and when he saw someone leaving the door, he turned his head and complained to me in a low voice, "I can't play the sound, so I said I want to propose to my girlfriend for Christmas, If I sing like this, I am his girlfriend and I won't marry him."

I couldn't help laughing out loud. In fact, I just heard it and thought it was okay, not bad, of course, it was worse than Song Xiao.

"Blao said that the c20 in your body was temporarily suppressed, is it true?" He took an orange on the bedside table and gave it to me, saying it was very sweet.

I took it, patted my stomach twice and said, "Yes, it's all up to him."

Song Xiao also peeled an orange and said with a smile: "This is a lucky child, there will be no danger and smooth sailing."

I ate two oranges and a pear at his place. I heard him tell a lot of interesting things I encountered in photography in the past, and I also heard him talk about the habits of various birds. coming.

"Why didn't you tell me when you left the ward?"

I subconsciously stood up from the seat, feeling a little guilty: "Because...because you are in a meeting."

Song Bailao seemed to be choked up by my answer, and was instantly dumbfounded.

Song Xiao's eyes shuttled back and forth between me and Song Bailao, breaking the embarrassment in time: "Ah, Xiaoyu, you should go back and rest early. I'm tired after teaching guitar all morning, and I plan to take a nap Woolen cloth."

I nodded and heard that he was going down the steps for me, so I went down.

"Then I'll see you another day." I waved at him and walked towards Song Bailao at the door.

Song Bailao didn't care whether I would keep up or not. When he saw me coming, he turned around and left, always three steps away from me.

We walked to the elevator entrance one after another like this. I saw him stop and said, "I met your dad today."

I promised Luo Qinghe not to tell Song Xiao, but I didn't promise not to tell others.

Song Bailao's back was visibly tense, he frowned and turned his head to ask me, "What did he say to you again?" His tone was not good, suppressing his anger.

I beat a drum in my heart and said truthfully: "It's nothing, just tell me not to tell Uncle Xiao that he's been here."

Song Bailao was stunned.

"Serious." After a while, he snorted coldly.

The evaluation is accurate.