Qiqi listened to her mother's words quietly, with confusion in her eyes.
She seemed to understand, but she seemed not to understand.
Qiqi didn't know whether she was happy or unhappy now.
Her mother said she was still young and would tell her things when she grew up, but she didn't think she was young because she could understand many, many things.
Pursing her small mouth, Qi Qi concealed the disappointment in her heart and took the initiative to change the topic because she noticed that when her mother mentioned her father, there was a sadness in her body.
"Mom, besides you and dad, do I have any other relatives?"
"Of course, Qiqi also has a grandmother."
"Grandma? Where is she?"
Song Yueliang carefully explained to her daughter, "Grandma did something wrong and went to correct her mistake. But she will be back soon. Mom will take you to pick her up."
"good!"
After putting her daughter to sleep, she turned off the lights and plunged the room into darkness. However, Song Yueliang woke up from sleepiness and lost all sleepiness.
He turned his head and looked at the wooden table next to the bed in the darkness.
A very elegant floral fragrance floated from the table and spread in the air.
She brought back the bunch of poppies, bottled them, and put them on the table.
Maybe in a day or two, the flowers will wither.
Qiqi had a dream.
There was a very vague figure in the dream. It was very tall, and its face was obscured by the white mist.
Qiqi tried her best to stand on tiptoes, trying to see the man's face clearly, but in the end she could only barely see a pair of eyes.
The eyes are long and narrow, dark and lively, with gentle eyes.
"...Dad?" Qiqi summoned up the courage and called out tentatively.
Those eyes froze for a moment, then curved up, like a beautiful crescent moon.
The white mist gradually thickened, covering those eyes.
In the mist, a force gently pushed her away, like a man behind the white mist gently pushing her away.
"Dad..." Qiqi opened her eyes wide and stared at the white mist, tears coming to her eyes.
Dad, don’t push Qiqi away...
"dad!"
The white mist wrapped the man's figure and turned around, turning his back to her and leaving. No matter how much Qi Qi chased him, he never looked back.
Qiqi ran towards Bai Wu with all her strength, tears falling from her eyes one by one.
Don't go, dad, don't go!
The fog is so thick, you must not have seen Qiqi clearly.
Qiqi is very well-behaved and very beautiful. Mom said my eyes are most like yours.
Dad, look back and look into Qiqi’s eyes.
I am your daughter, daddy...
"Daddy!" the baby cried, sad and shrill in the darkness.
Song Yue suddenly opened her eyes and immediately hugged her daughter tightly into her arms, "Qiqi, wake up. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Qiqi has a nightmare, right?"
"Mom, Mom!" Qiqi woke up in the woman's arms, her tears falling like broken beads, instantly soaking the front of the woman's clothes, "I dreamed that my father was gone, and I couldn't catch up with him no matter what."
Song Yueliang's heart skipped a beat, feeling heavy and cold, and her whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.
"I want daddy back, mommy."
"I want daddy back!"
In the sea of consciousness, Little Egg Man was sleeping soundly with his arms spread out.
In the half-full savings pool on the side, the blood-red energy suddenly fluctuated, and after a moment, disappeared out of thin air.
…
"Quick, prepare the emergency room!"
"Electric shock!...Raise the current! Continue!"
Late at night, the emergency room of Huicheng Hospital was in chaos.
Mr. Fu was sitting on the bench in front of the emergency room, still wearing wrinkled pajamas.
The old man, who is over seventy years old, has a hunched back and his eyes are unfocused, depressed and desperate.
Uncle Gui was standing by with a solemn expression, holding the phone in his hand and whispering something to the other end.
In the emergency room, a pale and thin man's body bounced up and down again and again due to electric shock.
The whole person remained completely unresponsive.
On the monitor connected to the heart rate, the lines gradually flattened out.
Finally it makes a long beep sound.
Everyone in the room stopped their rescue operations and fell into a deathly silence.
The old dean looked at the young face on the hospital bed for a long time, and finally closed his eyes and said in a trembling voice, "Record, patient Fu Yanchi's time of death was -"
"Old dean!" the auxiliary nurse interrupted the old dean with an exclamation, "it's beating again... the heart rate is starting to fluctuate again, look!"
The old dean suddenly turned around, and after seeing the very weak fluctuations on the heart rate monitor, his eyes burst with ecstasy, "Continue the rescue!"
It will be dawn.
Kyoto, Yan family villa.
After listening to the report on the other end of the phone, Yan Huai put down the already hot phone with trembling hands.
Meng Jingxian fell on the sofa and cried with joy.
Even Yan Xi's tense jaw relaxed, but her eyes were complicated.
Their family has experienced this situation countless times.
This time was the most serious. My heart stopped during the rescue.
Another time, five years ago, he fell into a coma and could not be awakened. The family used all their connections to immediately send the person abroad for medical treatment.
"Brother Huai, please bring Ah Chi back." After crying for a while, Meng Jingxian said with a hoarse voice, "I really can't feel relieved that he is staying over there. If he wants to accompany the old man, then bring him back too.
I...I'm really afraid..."
She was choked with sobs and couldn't speak the rest of the words.
She was really afraid that she wouldn't even be able to see Ah Chi for the last time.
Yan Huai sat on the sofa on the other side, silent, like a body with its soul drained out.
Yan Xi looked at the two of them, laughed sneer after a moment, stood up and left.
"Where are you going?" When he was about to walk out of the door, a man's majestic voice came from behind.
Yan Xi stopped and did not look back, "Does it matter where I go? Anyway, there is no difference in your eyes whether I am a son or not."
"Yan Xi! What are you talking about?" Meng Jingxian's eyes were full of exhaustion, and she felt helpless in her heart. "Now the house is in a mess. At this time, can you please stop adding to the chaos?"
Yan Xi gritted her teeth, her eyes surging with sarcasm.
"Yes, I will only cause trouble for you," he raised his voice and strode away, laughing loudly, "So why did you give birth to me in the first place?"
In the hall, the lights are bright and cold.
Yan Huai and Meng Jingxian each sat in an apartment, each lost in their thoughts. No one spoke for a long time.
In the end, Meng Jingxian stood up and said softly before leaving, "Brother Huai, if you are too busy and have no time, I will pick him up from Ah Chi's place. I will pack a few clothes and leave at dawn."
The woman's footsteps going upstairs were also very soft and slow, just like the tone of her voice when she spoke.
It seems that in this home, she is always so cautious, for fear of disturbing others and causing displeasure.
When the gentle footsteps disappeared, the tall man who was sitting blankly moved, raised his head, and looked at the direction in which she disappeared, feeling inexplicably absent-minded.
He never admits failure.
But at this moment, he suddenly realized that whether as a father or as a husband, he had failed completely.
Father and son are at odds, husband and wife are at odds.
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