Zhang Cuilan's tone made Liu Weicheng a little surprised, and he looked at the old man lying on the hospital bed with a charitable look on his face.
Heat stroke...can it also damage the brain?
She can no longer even understand arithmetic!
Twenty-one minus sixteen, no matter how you calculate it, the answer is always five.
How did these three... come about?
Doubts filled his brain, and Liu Weicheng had already considered giving Zhang Cuilan a brain CT scan.
I secretly planned in my heart that I would tell Zhao Xuanying when she came back and take a picture of the old man.
Zhang Cuilan was unaware of her inner thoughts on the hospital bed.
With a smile on her face, she looked away from the frowning Liu Weicheng's face and looked at the ceiling of the ward.
After taking a deep breath, he continued.
"Actually, Yingying is already eighteen years old... It's just that I underreported her age by two years when she applied for household registration."
"Two years understated?"
After repeating this important message, Liu Weicheng looked at the other party in confusion.
In the past, people liked to report their children's age as older, because older age meant they would reach adulthood earlier and be able to go out to work earlier and share the financial pressure on the family.
But with the progress of the times, this habit is slowly disappearing, and this is the first time he has heard of someone reporting their children's age at a younger age.
Zhang Cuilan didn't stop talking and continued talking.
"And she is not my biological granddaughter, she was brought over by me back then."
"It doesn't matter whether you kiss or not, grandma, why did you underpay her by two..."
The words are not finished yet.
Liu Weicheng suddenly realized something.
He had just been thinking about why he had to underreport his age by two years, but when he came to his senses, he realized what a shocking piece of news Zhang Cuilan had just said.
Zhao Xuanying...isn’t her granddaughter?!
He looked straight at the old man on the hospital bed with wide eyes, while the other man seemed to be narrating an old incident.
The tone was very calm.
"She was only two years old at the time...she couldn't remember much. After she was brought here, she moved her household registration to my house and wanted to start over, so she was underreported by two years."
"..."
"My wife passed away early, and Yingying's mother used to live next door to my house with her."
Looking at the ceiling of the ward, Zhang Cuilan's eyes slowly closed.
Even she... doesn't want to recall what happened at that time.
The baby stayed by his mother's side without crying or fussing.
But that mother...is no longer in this world.
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Instead of taking the elevator, Zhao Xuanying hurriedly climbed the stairs carrying a bag of apples.
When he returned to the ward, there was no trace of Liu Weicheng, only grandma who seemed to be sleeping was left.
Rapid breathing came out of her mouth. After calming down her racing heart for a while, Zhao Xuanying quietly returned to her position in front of the hospital bed.
He placed the apple he was carrying in front of the hospital bed, took one out, turned around and left the ward.
After washing the apple, he returned to the hospital bed, raised his hand and patted grandma on the shoulder, whispering.
"Grandma, I bought apples."
"Well... you can eat it."
Zhao Xuanying, who ran out to buy apples because her grandma wanted to eat them, was stunned after hearing this. After confirming again, she still got the response that her grandma didn't want to eat them.
She held the apple a little aggrievedly and looked at her grandma without saying anything. It wasn't until Zhang Cuilan was about to eat half of it that she started laughing again.
The nurse and grandson each held half of the apple, and the crisp sound of biting into the apple resounded in the ward.
The apple in her mouth was very sweet. Feeling the sweet juice, Zhao Xuanying turned her head and looked at the empty ward except for the two of them.
He looked at grandma on the hospital bed with a puzzled face and asked in a low voice.
"Where are the others? Have they gone back?"
"Xiao Liu went to buy food... He said he hadn't eaten yet at noon and would be back soon."
"oh."
After hearing her grandma's reply, Zhao Xuanying nodded.
He took another bite of the half-pulled apple in his hand, his happy eyes like crescent moons.
He smiled and shook his head back and forth.
The horse's tail at the back swayed slightly as it swayed.
Looking at her grandma, Zhao Xuanying spoke.
"The apples are so sweet~"
It's like being coquettish with your own grandma.
Compared with the gentleness of the nurse in the ward, Liu Weicheng, who was in a restaurant near the hospital, had a solemn expression.
The conversation I had with Zhang Cuilan in the ward seemed to be engraved in my mind and could not be dissipated.
He never expected that... the girl who always smiled would have such a story.
I remember Zhao Xuanying once told him that she had never met her mother or her father.
Her grandma rarely talks about these things with her. The closest person in the world now is her own grandma.
I originally thought that the other person's situation was similar to my background in this life, but the deeper I got, the more I discovered that there was no similarity.
Liu Weicheng's parents died in an accident on a construction site, while Zhao Xuanying's father was missing, and her mother alone raised her until she was two years old.
Then... on a normal day.
normal time period.
Under normal weather...it committed suicide.
The other party left in a hurry, not as if he had planned it for a long time, but more like a spur-of-the-moment move.
There was no food left at home for their young daughter. If Zhang Cuilan had not seen the mother and daughter not going out all day, she realized something was wrong and called the police.
It is very likely that Zhao Xuanying will also leave this world with her mother at that time.
Sitting in the restaurant waiting for the food to come out, Liu Weicheng only felt a dull feeling in his heart.
He never expected that the girl who always smiled would have such an experience.
It is difficult to preserve the memory of when she was two years old. After being adopted, she entered Zhang Cuilan's household registration and her surname was changed to that of her deceased wife.
As the person involved, she was unaware of this past incident that happened to the girl.
She can no longer remember the days she spent with her mother...
As long as she can remember, the only person who has been by her side is Zhang Cuilan.
Only...her grandma.
The meal is already prepared and packed by the waiter.
After Liu Weicheng paid the money, he carried the freshly baked food and walked towards the hospital.
The sun was making me feel uneasy. This feeling did not get better until I entered the hospital and walked down the stairs to the ward where the two of them were.
Pushing the door open and entering, soup and hot dishes were brought out. The bowls were almost taken from the restaurant and had to be returned after finishing the meal.
Zhao Xuanying stepped forward to help set up the table.
During Liu Weicheng's absence, the nurse had already taken away the last infusion bottle. She only needed to observe her to make sure everything was fine before she could go home.
After everything was ready, Zhao Xuanying handed the brought chair to Liu Weicheng.
While passing the chair, he quietly leaned into the other person's ear and whispered.
"I'll pay you back the money when I go back. Don't say you don't need it anymore."
"..."
"And my grandma kept praising you when you were away just now, hehe~ Are you happy~"
After saying this with a smile, Zhao Xuanying turned around and returned to her normal appearance. She delivered the bowl and placed the soup in front of her grandma.
After doing all this, he looked back at Liu Weicheng.
He blinked with his left eye, as if he just took the meal and whispered that it was an agreement between the two of them.
Liu Weicheng sat in his seat and looked at Zhao Xuanying in front of him.
The hand holding Kuai Zi suddenly became much tighter.