Xia Mu shouted when he saw Cui Ling who was completely cold, his eyes turned red.
Although he didn't care, and even hated Cui Ling for Yin Zhaoxue, at this moment, he felt that his mother was gone.
"Mom, why did you go? Mom." Xia Mu shouted.
Xia Shi stood aside, for some reason, his throat hurt a little.
Although Cui Ling is not her biological mother and has never liked her, the two have been together for more than ten years.
Xia Shi didn't want to see such a scene, so he walked out.
She squatted in the corridor, burying her head very low.
I don’t know when the light in front of me was blocked, and Xia Shi saw a person standing in front of him.
She slowly looked up and saw Lu Nanyu wearing a straight dark suit, with a cold face: "It's okay."
Xia Shi immediately turned his head to prevent Lu Nanyu from seeing his red eyes.
"fine."
How could she have something wrong?
Cui Ling is dead, she is too late to be happy, so why is she sad?
Why can't Lu Nanyu tell that she is lying and pretending to be strong?
When they were young, a cat they fed together died, and Xia Shi cried for a long time.
Cui Ling is the mother she has admired since childhood and is her role model. Even if she is deeply hurt by Cui Ling, she will not have no feelings for Cui Ling.
Lu Nanyu also squatted down. Before Xia Shi could react, he hugged her in his arms.
"If you want to cry, you will cry. No one will laugh at you, and no one will talk about you."
Xia Shi's throat hurts even more.
But she still paid attention to the measure between the two and reached out to push him: "Please respect yourself."
Lu Nanyu held her hand and froze, and suddenly remembered that it was no longer my childhood.
Xia Shi no longer relies on himself for everything and regards himself as his brother.
He slowly let go of his hand: "I'm sorry, I'm abrupt."
Xia Shi didn't say anything else, nor did he look at him, his eyes kept looking towards the end of the corridor.
Lu Nanyu was very worried about her like this: "I was a kid, I had something to let you see."
Xia Shi looked at him without understanding.
Lu Nanyu called out the nurse, and Xia Mu also wiped his tears. The few of them went to the ward where Cui Ling lived before his death.
The caregiver took a cardboard box and opened it. It contained a knitted scarf, a pair of knitted gloves, a cute little doll, and a letter.
"Miss Xia, these are left to you by Mrs. Cui."
When Xia Shi heard this, he was a little disbelief: "Leave it to me?"
"Well, yes." The caregiver took out the scarf and gloves, "This was knitted for you by her own hands. Before she passed away, she often dreamed of the scarf and gloves you asked her to knit when she was a child, so she took advantage of the last time, I've knitted it for you."
Xia Shi listened to what the nurse said, but did not pick up scarves or gloves.
"She couldn't bear to give it to me when I wanted it. Now I don't want it anymore, but she wants to give it to me again."
This is not just scarves and gloves, but also maternal love and family affection.
Xia Shi stood up: "Don't throw these things away, or burn them with her, I don't need them."
The nurse was stunned and persuaded Xia Shi when she came to her senses.
"Miss Xia, she really knows that she is wrong. This is what she gives you. If you don't want it, she will definitely die with her eyes open."
"Then let her be worried."
Xia Shi felt it was a little ridiculous. Why did Cui Ling know that she was wrong and she had to forgive her?
Seeing that Xia Shi could not convince him, the nurse took out the letter written by Cui Ling.