Two days before the entrance examination, Song Xuan decided to go back to City A to face Lin Qingmei with Yang Zimei.
Lin Qingmei is now in the hard period of pregnancy. She sleeps on her legs every night. Song Xuan is not beside her, and no one helps her to help her.
Although Lin Qingmei didn't have any complaints on the phone, when she heard her description, Song Xuan's heart could not help but pain.
Now, he has passed the dangerous period. According to the doctor and Yang Zimei, as long as the treatment is continued, if there is no accident, he can gradually get better. [
Moreover, he will not tell Lin Qingmei that he has blood cancer, but he is a general disease. He needs Yang Zimei for treatment every day.
Farewell to Zeng Tianhua and Zeng Sihui, Yang Zimei packed up things, drove back with Song Xuanzheng's ripples back.
Along the way, nothing happened. In order to take care of Song Xuan, Yang Zimei slowly opened for eight hours before returning to City A.
From the international city of Guangyuan, in the face of a small and dirty small county, Yang Zimei has a feeling of feeling like a desertation, but it feels kind.
Song Xuan can be described as home like an arrow.
Yang Zimei sent him to Brunei Street.
Before he came back, he didn't notify Lin Qingmei in advance, but just wanted to surprise her.
Lin Qingmei was sitting on a vine chair he usually loved, holding a big belly, and being embroidered with a child's bellyband, and his expression was quiet.
"Plum"
Song Xuan couldn't wait to step forward, and called gently.
Lin Qingmei's hand trembled, and then he screamed lightly, his fingers were stabbed by embroidered needles.
She raised her head and looked at Song Xuan excitedly, trying to stand up.
Song Xuan stepped forward with an arrow, supported her waist, and painfully gave her bleeding fingers in the entrance.
In the eyes of the public, Lin Qingmei was both shameful and happy, and raised his mouth slightly, "You are back, why don't you make a call in advance?"
Song Xuan held her into her arms without talking.
Seeing the scene in front of him, Yang Zi's eyebrows were wet.
Fortunately, she has the ability to save Mr. Song in this life.
Lin Qingmei broke away from his arms, looked at him carefully, and reached out to touch his cheeks with heartache. "How did you become so thin?"
She reached out to try to cover Song Xuan's head to cover her hair, which was stopped by Song Xuan. [
"Qingmei, let's go in again."
Lin Qingmei nodded heavyly.
When she hugged Song Xuan just now, she felt that he seemed to be too thin, and the breath was still weak.
Coupled with Yang Zimei, she was worried, which made her have to doubt that Song Xuan should be sick.
Yang Zimei followed Song Xuan and Lin Qingmei into the inner hall of the courtyard and sat down.
"Song Xuan, a small eyebrow, what happened? Why did Song Xuan become so thin? Did you have a serious illness in Guangyuan?"
Lin Qingmei asked anxiously.
Song Xuan held her hand tightly and let her sit down quietly. "Don't worry, I have a serious illness, but with the treatment of small eyebrows, it will soon be good."
"What is the disease?"
"Hematopolysis, increased white blood cells, and decreased red blood cells, but this is no longer a problem. The small eyebrows have given acupuncture for a period of time, and this white blood cells have been controlled."
Song Xuan explained.
"Is it blood cancer?"
Lin Qingmei asked heavily.
"No, it can be good soon. Sister Qingmei, don't worry, just give Song Xuan again for some days, it will be completely good."