Han Li glanced at him, wondering how much of it was due to helplessness and how much of it was out of sincerity, but now was not the time to dwell on this issue, the focus was on the old lady.
She had a very bad feeling.
The old lady opened her mouth and struggled to say two words: child...
Zhao Tingxing was confused, so he looked at the old lady and then at her. What kind of child is that?
But Han Li understood that the old lady wanted to see the child's photos or videos. Something unexpected happened and completely disrupted her plan, but could she refuse to show it? Of course not, otherwise she would regret it for the rest of her life.
So under Zhao Tingxing's incredulous, incomprehensible, and even shocked gaze, he pulled out Han Zhaoyi's video and showed it to the old lady.
Han Li had previously asked the two elders of the Yi family to help record it. Han Zhaoyi introduced himself to the old lady in front of the camera: Grandma, hello, I am Han Zhaoyi, my nickname is Zhaocai. I am 4 and a half years old this year...
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Zhao Tingxing took the phone and looked at it. Isn't this that little kid?
What does it have to do with him?
His string didn't turn around, but he saw the old lady's eyes smiling, tears falling from the corners of her eyes, and she slowly closed her eyes, quiet and peaceful.
Han Li's heart tightened. He held the old lady's hand tightly and crawled on her body. His shoulders twitched silently for a while.
Zhao Tingxing's heart suddenly hurt. He pulled Han Li away from the old lady. When he touched the old lady's hand again, his already cold hand was now even more strangely cold.
It was completely silent inside the car, as it happened to pass through the longest tunnel to the city, and the vision inside the car was dim for a moment, making it difficult to see clearly.
Due to the earthquake, the street lights on both sides of this tunnel were not lit. There was only a beam of light from the car lights in the darkness, which seemed to extend forward endlessly, leading them to the underworld.
Reality and illusion overlap until the light from the tunnel entrance ahead comes in.
In just a few minutes in the tunnel, Han Li didn't know what kind of psychological process Zhao Tingxing went through, because when he saw Guang again, his face was expressionless and he couldn't see any emotions. He just held the old lady's cold hand with one hand and held the old lady's cold hand with the other.
Holding her cell phone.
The phone accidentally touched the play button, and the video of Han Zhaoyi just played again: Grandma, hello, I am Han Zhaoyi....
Zhao Tingxing suddenly turned his head to look at Han Li. His eyes finally had waves. They were cold, angry, sad, and a mixture of various emotions, except that there was no love, and even the tenderness from the previous two days had disappeared.
"I fucking hate it when others plot against me!"
The car finally entered the city, and the driver looked back at them. He didn't know where to take them. Should they go to the hospital? Or go directly to the funeral parlor?
Zhao Tingxing yelled: "Go to the hospital."
Even if you know it is useless, how can you not go to the hospital?
The driver and an accompanying staff member came over and carried the ambulance cot out of the car. Han Li also got out of the car and followed. Zhao Tingxing grabbed her hand and almost broke her wrist: "Get out!"
At this moment, I had long forgotten what I promised the old lady in the car just now.
Han Li didn't care about him, knowing that he was overly sad now. He and the old lady had a special relationship, deeper than the bond between ordinary parents and children, and she understood.
Author's words: Okay, okay, I know it's bloody and bad. I should have complained about it yesterday, so let's calm down today.