We left without staying in front of Liu Meili's grave for too long.

When I left, I had a strong feeling of being stared at. Looking back, there was only the dense grass behind Liu Meili's grave.

I know there must be someone in the bushes, I don't know who it is and why they are hiding there.

But it is not difficult to guess that the bunch of flowers in front of Liu Meili's grave should have been given by him.

When I returned to the ward, my dad had already come over. It was probably because we hadn't come back for a long time. His face was full of worry. When I entered the door, he immediately greeted him, looked up and down and breathed a sigh of relief:" Where have you been?"

To complete the round: "Go out to get some ventilation, and I'm bored in the ward all day."

Wenyan Dad glanced at me and said for a long time: "Your mother asked me about your recent situation today."

With a move of my heart, I looked at my father: "What then?"

My dad was also a little surprised to hear me speak, but his face was still normal: "I said it was pretty good, but she didn't say anything."

Weiwei was a little bit disappointed, and I asked, "Is my mother still reluctant to come to see me?"

My dad sighed, "I don't know what she is stunned."

Hanging her head: "Mother probably doesn't plan to forgive me anymore. She thinks I was responsible for my grandma's death."

"Don't talk nonsense." My dad glanced at me angrily: "You take care of it, and she will calm down after a while."

And this time, it was more than half a month.

Every day at noon, the little girl would come over to chat with me or something, but one day after half a month, I waited for her at the top of the stairs and she didn't come all night.

Then the next day...the third day...the fourth day...never came.

A faint anxiety arose in my heart, and finally couldn't help but ran downstairs to look for her on the afternoon of the fifth day.

At this time, I suddenly realized that I didn't even know which ward she was living in.

I could only ask the doctors on that floor one by one, and finally asked the girl's information on the third floor.

When I found the girl's ward, I was catching up with her mother rubbing her body.

The body bones that were not fat originally have lost a lot of weight in just a few days, and his face is pale and he has an oxygen tube in front of his nose.

They are the only bed in the room with patients.

When I entered the door, I caught the child's father's attention, and the haggard man got up and asked me politely, "May I ask what's the matter?"

I moved my eyes away from the child's face and looked at her father: "I...I'm upstairs. Your daughter often visits me. It hasn't passed these two days... So I want to come and see what's wrong."

Hearing that, the child's mother covered her with a quilt and put away the towel, and her swollen eyes instantly became red again: "She... recently became ill."

I know that she is seriously ill, but I don't know what it is.

The child's father sighed and said to me: "Esophageal cancer is in the middle and late stages. It was found to have metastasized two weeks ago..."

"Excuse me..." For a while, I didn't know where to put my hands and feet. Facing the fragile parents, I felt that everything I said was wrong.

Her father shook his head: "Nothing to be embarrassed... Go and see her. When I woke up these two days, I always said to look for the aunt. We don't know who it is. The feeling is you. "

Hearing this, I hesitated for a while before raising my leg and walking towards the little girl.

Her wig was thrown on the bed next to it, looking messy and terrifying.

Her face was blue, purple and pale, without a trace of a healthy human look.

Thinking of her being sentenced to death without knowing it, and going to happily go to me, a non-ill groaning person to make me happy every day, I feel ashamed of myself.

After the child's mother said that sentence, she sat in a daze by the child's bed.

I didn't move my eyes when I approached her. She has been looking at her child.

I stood by the bed and stared at my face for less than ten seconds and felt almost breathless. I turned my head and rushed out of the ward.

My heart is like being blocked by a lump of cotton...I can't get out of my chest tightness for several days.

When I went to the ward again about a week later, there was no one inside. Looking at the empty ward, I went in and picked up a small yellow hairpin at the foot of the bed. After watching it for a while, I died and entered. in the pocket.

The inspecting nurse happened to pass by and saw me in the ward, and asked: "Which ward are you from? Don't come in if you don't live here, how can you live if it gets dirty."

I said sorry and hurried out.

The nurse was still chattering. I finally looked at the door and asked the nurse: "Do you know where the little girl who lives here is now?"

She has been chattering, she will be stunned by my question. She glanced at the ward and said, "Oh, you said Xiaoyun...she died the day before yesterday."

When she said the last sentence, the nurse's face was a little distressed: "Such a serious illness, and being able to last for so long is a lot of sin, poor young age. Why? Do you know her?"

I touched the hairpin through my pocket and shook my head: "I'm not familiar with it. I've seen it a few times. The little girl is pretty."

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, summer has passed quickly, and the weather has cooled again.

Autumn is the most comfortable season. There are not too many mosquitoes and infectious diseases. It is simply nature's most generous gift to mankind.

The due date is also approaching. The doctor said early that my physical fitness is not suitable for my own delivery. He suggested that I go to a caesarean section on the due date.

Chen Ming's busy days of not seeing people finally passed, and he could accompany me every day.

I haven't talked about Xiaoyun to anyone, but once saw the hairpin that I put on the table, I was confused and asked when my taste is so naive and I like this kind of kid's stuff.

I said she doesn't understand romance. This is something the little princess likes. How could a girl like her understand these girls' hearts.

Chen Yang started running to the hospital a few days before the expected delivery date, preparing various things, and even went to talk with the surgeon several times in person.

She is a very kind-hearted person.

In Chen Yang's own words, it is rare for two people with the same smell to meet each other in life. Of course, they must make sure that each other can live well.

The common feature of the two of us is that we love to cause trouble, just like the famous detective Conan, where we are always trouble is always coming.

I call this the protagonist halo.

When it finally came to the due date, I was so nervous that I couldn't sleep at all from the early hours of the morning.

In this way, until dawn, Chen Ming's brows tightened, and a large group of people filled the room... I didn't see any reaction in my stomach.

Later, the doctor said that this condition is very common, and it may be two days late, but it will be the same on any day when the due date is reached.

After negotiation, it was decided that if there was no movement at night, the operation would be performed early the next morning.

The thought of going through a night of nervousness makes me crazy.

Fortunately, Chen Yang didn't leave that night, and talked to Dabai Xiaoyu heartlessly about the mountains. I listened to me and laughed, but my face turned green when I was smiling...

My stomach hurts only slightly at first, because there are often such faint pains and I didn't take it to heart, but when I realized something was wrong, the pain was already a bit severe, and the interval was much shorter.

Chen Ming hurried to call the doctor, and the doctor said as soon as he checked, "I have had **** at the mouth of the uterus. You said you didn't feel anything during the day, so you should go to the operating room, or you will be drunk in pain. It's all for nothing."

So confused I was sent to the operating room by a group of people.

It wasn't until I lay on the operating table and started to ask me questions that I became nervous afterwards.

Looking at the doctor, I said, "Comrade doctor...I am not mentally prepared yet..."

The young female doctor's originally smiling face sank when she heard the words; "You are a comrade, and your whole family is comrade..."

I:"..............."

At the moment of anesthesia, I was still thinking, where the **** is this stupid doctor? !

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