At this moment, a man with a black shirt and a straight back walked out of the ward. He looked calm and unhurried. His sharp eyes on his cold and resolute face were patrolling the corridor. When he saw Song Muyi, he was cold and hard.
A touch of softness appeared on his face, and his thin lips moved lightly: "Grandpa, what are you doing there?"
Song Muyi came back to his senses, looked back, and saw that it was his most proud grandson. The dejection on his face disappeared, and a smile appeared on his resolute face, "It's Tianlang!" He turned around and walked to the ward.
He put his cell phone into his trouser pocket without leaving a trace.
Song Tianlang raised his eyebrows slightly, pretending that he had not seen his grandfather Song Muyi put his mobile phone in his trouser pocket, "Grandpa, you should go to bed earlier! I will guard grandma tonight!"
"No, I will wait until the last moment!" Song Muyi waved his hand and simply refused, with an unquestionable attitude.
Song Tianlang knew his grandfather's temper, so he didn't say anything more, but a touch of worry and sadness appeared on his cold face. He paused and said, "Grandpa, dad and mom are on their way back!"
Song Muyi kept walking into the ward. Hearing this, he just shook his head, "Didn't I tell you not to disturb them? Why did you notify them? They are now in a special period of research. The halt of scientific research at this time has caused losses to the country.
Which of you will pay the bill?”
"Grandpa, I think grandma also wants to see dad and mom!" Song Tianlang knew Song Muyi's temper, but he still spoke out, telling the stubborn old man in front of him who had dedicated his life to the country that even if the country's interests are above all else, it cannot hinder blood ties.
traction between.
When Song Muyi heard this, he sighed heavily and said nothing. Instead, he walked straight to the bed in the ward and sat down. He stretched out his wrinkled hand and touched the hand of an old man on the bed that was like a withered bone.
Full of affection, Song Muyi leaned over and pressed his forehead against the old man's forehead, moved his lips, "Honey, you must wake up tonight!" He sighed heavily and sat up straight again.
, stood up slowly, walked to the window, opened the curtains, and opened the window.
The night wind blew in, and he raised his head and glanced at the night sky. The bright moon hung in the sky, dotted with stars. He couldn't help but feel a little worried, and then he laughed to himself.
He is really old and confused. He has dedicated his whole life to the country, and his children are working tirelessly on scientific research for the country. How can he believe the nonsense about "selling the weather"? I'm afraid he is just a young man.
Deliberately cheating money...
But even though he thought so, he still couldn't help but hope for a miracle to happen. But after about half an hour, when he stood with his hands behind his hands and looked up at the night sky, disappointment crept onto the old man's face that was engraved with the traces of time.
superior.
Song Tianlang approached, stood next to Song Muxi, and tilted his head, "Grandpa, what are you looking at?"
Song Muyi's face was a little sad, "Your grandma has been with me all her life. She has only one wish in this life, that is, she hopes that I will watch the snow with her!" There was full of regret in his voice, "Looking at it now,
She's afraid that she won't be able to catch up - " Before the word was completely finished, Song Muyi's eyes fell on the window, and he couldn't help but get excited. He even leaned directly on the window, stretched out his old hand, and said tremblingly:
"Snow, it's snowing! It's really snowing in Tianlang."