I don’t know who submitted the video to Big V, and it became a hot search the next day after it was released.

The video is very clear, and the small ward is filled with the sound of reading aloud. An Zimo is the youngest, with a straight spine. His writing is not crooked like that of a child of this age, but is very neat and beautiful.

He is very photogenic. An Zimo in the camera has jet black hair and fair complexion, sitting cross-legged, like an aristocratic young master on TV.

Netizens felt ashamed and commented and praised it one after another.

——When I was three years old, I was still playing in the mud.

——This kid is really a genius, right? His logical thinking is beyond comparison.

——Fuck!! Does my brother accept the relationship between brother and sister? The age difference is twenty years older.

——Ah ah ah ah, isn’t this the brother I picked up that day?

The last comment attracted the attention of many netizens. After clicking on her Weibo, they found a close-up photo of An Zimo on the day he disappeared. The boy in the photo looked embarrassed, but still delicate and beautiful, just like the one in the video, and then

, they followed the information to the Anxiang homepage.

An Xiang's comics were temporarily updated due to An Zimo's injury, and there were a lot less forwarded comments. Unexpectedly, as soon as this incident came out, the comics immediately followed the video and rushed into the top five. Each comic has at least more than 10,000 comments.

Retweet and comment.

She never dreamed that she could be so popular.

An Zimo was gathering things to prepare for discharge and didn't pay attention to the news. However, there were many people surrounding the ward, and there were also a few reporters who came after hearing the news.

He couldn't stand the sight of strangers and locked the door directly.

Qiuyang sat on the next bed and looked at him gloomily, "Brother Zimo, are you going to be discharged from the hospital?"

Qiuyang's condition worsened and he was wearing a nasogastric feeding tube. His condition was not very good, but he still wanted to chat with Zimo on the day he was discharged from the hospital.

"We may leave in the afternoon." An wanted to comfort him, "After packing my things, I will take Mo Mo for a check-up."

When he heard about the examination, Qiu Yang smiled: "It's good to have an examination. If problems are found, they can be treated early."

An Zimo zipped up his schoolbag and put it aside. He waited for the nurse to come over and call for someone. He left for a full-body checkup. The physical checkup was very time-consuming. It had been several hours since he finished it. Fortunately, there was nothing wrong. An Zimo kept thinking about it.

My heart was relieved when I saw the list.

Pei Yizhou's car was parked outside the hospital, and An Zimo was about to say goodbye to Qiu Yang.

He had no intention of talking to him at all, and was carrying his bag and preparing to leave. An wanted to stop him and pushed him forward.

"I'm leaving." An Zimo was forced to come to Qiuyang's bedside and said goodbye arrogantly and coldly.

Qiuyang had long been accustomed to his appearance and didn't care at all. He took out a small notebook from the drawer and handed it to him: "Here."

"What's this?"

"A discharge gift for you."

An Zimo raised his eyebrows, and when he took it and was about to look through it, he heard Qiu Yang say, "You can read it after you go back."

He put it away, turned and left.

"Brother Zimo!"

An Zimo turned his head.

Qiuyang pursed his lips, with emotions in his eyes that he couldn't understand. After a while, he slowly spoke: "If you are free, remember, remember to come and see me."

An Zimo neither accepted nor refused, and left the hospital without looking back.

There was no pungent smell of disinfectant outside the hospital. The sky was clear and blue, with clouds blooming like white paint on the blue background. He walked in front, walking in a hurry, and bent down to sit directly on the rear driver's seat.

.

"Don't you want to see Qiuyang's gift?" An wanted to know that her son couldn't wait, but she knew that he was embarrassed, so she took the initiative to hold out a step for him.

An Zimo raised his eyebrows and pretended to be indifferent as he flipped through the small book.

Every page in the notebook is filled with children's names and hand-drawn works. The drawings are all made by An Zimo. The notes are immature and the things written are different.

[Thank you, little old man Zimo.——Wang Pengpengliu]

[Although I like you very much, I still don’t want to get sick.——Permission to stay.]

[Remember to come and see us.——Liu Jinjinliu.]

[Teacher Zimo, I want to be with you when I grow up.——Mimi Liu.]

An Zimo wrinkled his nose and closed the notebook with a snap.

An Xiang had already seen those things clearly. She suppressed a smile and said, "Mo Mo, there is a child who wants to marry you."

An Zimo put on a beautiful little face and said, "I don't want to get married."

"why?"

"trouble."

An Xiang tilted her head and continued teasing her son, "Why don't you get married if you meet a beautiful girl? Of course I have no problem with it if it's a boy."

An Zimo's face changed again and again, and he yelled back angrily: "I'm still in my early childhood, can you please stop telling me these adult things? Do you understand what young children's health is?"

An Xiang was stunned.

This, this is not healthy???

She saw that her son was unhappy, so she touched her nose and said nothing.

After returning home, An Zimo put the notebook on the desk at all times. After thinking about it, he moved it to the small drawer of the coffin. When he went to bed at night, he carefully turned through the pages.

The coffin is small and can give him the greatest sense of security.

An Zimo has never received a gift in his life. He has no friends or family. Abuse is the suffering that life has given him. This small book is the second gift in his life. The first one is the deformed toy that An wanted to give, but he had already given it to him.

broken.

The notebook is very childish, and so are the drawings.

He held his chin with one hand and flipped through the pages idly. He couldn't help but recall the scene in the hospital where the children were fighting to be called teacher. Thinking about it carefully, it felt pretty good.

Knock knock knock.

An Zimo hurriedly hid the notebook in the drawer again, cleared his throat: "Come in."

"Drink milk." An wanted to pass the cup over.

When he was about to drink it, he noticed that the color of the milk was wrong, "Why is it red?"

An Xiang didn't hide anything: "The doctor said you were nutritionally deficient, so I squeezed some blood in. Mom's blood, it's okay."

The understatement made An Zimo take a breath. What does it mean that mother's blood doesn't matter?

"I don't drink."

"No." An Xiang had a strong attitude, grabbed the cup and poured it into him. Seeing An Zimo finish the drink honestly, he nodded with satisfaction, "Come on, show your teeth and let me see."

An Zimo, who had been force-fed human blood, bared his teeth at her in great displeasure, looking like a newborn tiger cub. He was fierce, but not very lethal.

Those two teeth have been re-tipped, and they are white, tender and very cute.

An Xiang touched it and warned: "Don't use the grinder to grind it again, do you hear me?"

An Zimo curled his lips impatiently: "I know."

"Should we continue going to the hospital to teach Qiuyang and the others tomorrow night?"

An Zimo didn't say anything at first.

"Anyway, your kindergarten is free after school, and it's close to the hospital. It's okay to go and have a look." An Xiang had already figured out his son's character and made up his mind directly for him.

An Zimo accepted it if he didn't refute it, so the next day, he continued to teach the children in the hospital amidst cheers. Qiuyang didn't come, so he moved to the ward to prepare for the subsequent operation.

After An Zimo finished the course, An Xiang forced him to go see Qiu Yang.

To be honest, Qiuyang's situation is not optimistic. He is young and chemotherapy cannot effectively curb the spread of cancer cells. He has lost a lot of weight in just two days. When An Zimo came to visit him, his depressed eyes lit up.

"Brother Zimo, you are here."

An Zimo walked to his bedside. An Xiang left the ward without disturbing him, leaving the space for the two children.

The moonlight spreads outside the window.

Qiuyang couldn't get up. Because of the nasogastric feeding tube, his breathing was mixed with a bit of dullness.

"Uncle the doctor said I will have surgery at four o'clock tomorrow afternoon."

"Um."

"When my operation is successful, I will be discharged from the hospital to play with you. Then we will go to the football field to play football." He yearned for the outside world, his eyes full of longing.

An Zimo is not hypocritical and lies like adults. He has an expressionless face and a cold tone to expose Qiu Yang's unrealistic fantasy, "You have cancer, and there is a 80% chance that it will not be cured."

Sure enough, these words dimmed the joy in Qiuyang's expression.

An Zimo had no feelings and no guilt at all. He just told Qiuyang the truth and it was not considered hurt.

"I know." He suddenly spoke, his tone low and sad.

An Zimo frowned slightly.
To be continued...