Chapter 254

As soon as the frontier play is over, Fu Xiaoning follows Luoxi back to Beicheng. After a day's rest at home, game Cheng takes her and Fu Xicheng to Ningcheng to see Fu Jiaxiong.

Fu Jiaxiong was very happy to see them coming, but after he was happy, he began to complain that it was too troublesome for them to come to see her.

Fu Xiaoning frowned: "Dad, what do you say? Come and see what's troubling you? "

Fu Jiaxiong also knew that he had made a slip of the tongue: "well, come in quickly and have a seat. It's hard all the way."

"It's not hard." He sat down next to Fu Xiaoning and looked at Fu Jiaxiong carefully. His face was so tired that he still looked very sad. Respect for his intention not to continue treatment, because Fu Jiaxiong strongly asked to be discharged from hospital, plus to see his treatment is really very painful.

But now Fu Jiaxiong returns to Ningcheng. Although it's only normal for doctors to come to his home to give him infusion, his life is still losing bit by bit. This kind of feeling can not grasp, powerless and anxious. But after he returned to Ningcheng, the smile on his face seemed to be more and more. According to the nurse, he would always talk about Fu Xiaoning's mother over and over again.

Perhaps, to deal with Xiaoning he is very loving, but her mother is the last gentle Fu Jiaxiong.

"It happens that you are here today. Let's go to the cemetery to see your mother. She hasn't seen her son-in-law and grandson yet."

Remembering the gentle woman in my memory, Fu Xiaoning nodded. After they moved to Beicheng, they seldom came back to Ningcheng to worship her.

Game into driving to the cemetery, the world began to drizzle, Fu Xiaoning a hand to support Fu Jiaxiong, game into next to the umbrella, Fu Xicheng clever walk beside them. At this time, there was no one in the cemetery. When Fu Xiaoning came here, he remembered when her mother died.

She was sick at that time and her hair was falling off. Fu Xiaoning combed her hair every day, and then smoothed her hair off the comb. She knew that one day when her hair fell off, her mother might not be there, and then she would hold that pinch of hair and cry.

It wasn't long before her mother died. On the day of burial, there was such a rain. She was wearing a black skirt, and a woman was holding her shoulder and crying beside her. She saw the little box and knew her mother was lying in it.

From then on, she will lie under this land forever. In the future, she will never be able to comb her hair or make her favorite crystal shrimp dumplings, spicy chicken wings and strawberry cakes. After that, she would never kiss her cheek and forehead gently and hug her gently again.

Fu Xiaoning holds Fu Jiaxiong to the tombstone. In the photo, she still smiles as usual, but she stops at this age forever.

"I came to see you." Fu Jiaxiong's voice trembled, "I'm sorry you didn't take good care of your daughter, let her follow me to eat too much, so I always feel no face to see you, you won't blame me."

Fu Xiaoning stepped forward and stroked the face in the photo. Then she turned to Xi Cheng and said, "Xi Cheng, this is grandma."

Xi Cheng stepped forward. He didn't know why his grandmother would lie under the ground. But last time, he told him that after death, he couldn't breathe or move, and his relatives would be very sad. He looked at Fu Jiaxiong, who was crying with his head down. He thought, if my grandfather also died, would he be lying here just like my grandmother.

"Grandma, I came to see you."

Fu Xiaoning touched Fu Xicheng's head, then looked back at the photo and said to himself, "Mom, this is your grandson and your son-in-law. The child's name is Fu Xicheng. It's my surname. My father's name is Cheng. He's very kind to me. I'm sorry I haven't brought them to see you all the time. "

Fu Xiaoning doesn't know what to say. Over the years, in fact, she only occasionally thinks of her mother. She has long been used to carrying everything by herself. Every time she thought of her mother before, she would be very sad. The homeopathy of pain is that the more she thinks about it, the more she will think about it all the time.

After a long time, when I think about it again, her heart will not be so sad, but will be numb. Thinking of her mother, she is more disappointed. At that time, she did not know that her mother was not her own mother, but every time she thought of her, she would unconsciously think that if she was still there, her life would be very different.

But no matter how much she wanted, it was in vain. She had already gone and would never come back.

Fu Xiaoning's eyes were hot and humid, like something flowing into the corner of her mouth. The taste of salty and astringent was so long that it gradually spread to the corner of her mouth inch by inch.

After staying in the cemetery for a while, it rained harder and harder. Fu Xiaoning helped Fu Jiaxiong up. He kept his head down beside him, and his tears kept flowing. Fu Xiaoning looked at him so sad and quickly forced his tears back. Fu Jiaxiong's physical condition seems to be getting worse and worse now, but he seems calm and excessive, as if he is just waiting for a life and death.

After going home, everyone's mood was not very high. Fu Jiaxiong went back to his room to have a rest after dinner. There are not many rooms here, so fu Xicheng sleeps with them at night. As a child, Fu Xicheng soon fell asleep.Fu Xiaoning closed his eyes, the surrounding sound became very clear, Fu Xicheng's breathing sound, and Fu Xicheng's gentle breathing. Outside the window there was a patter of rain, beating on the leaves in the yard, clattering.

Fu Xiaoning gently turned over, then opened his eyes and looked at the sky outside the window. In fact, it was very dark outside and there were no street lights. Fu Xiaoning's tears welled up again and wetted the pillow towel. Then one hand held her knuckles and gently kneaded them.

"Can't sleep?" Game into the voice through the night came to her ears, Fu Xiaoning heart suddenly collapsed, tears are burst out. In the quiet room, I only heard Fu Xiaoning's sobbing voice, sighed, then moved Fu Xicheng to the side, leaned over and hugged Fu Xiaoning.

Fu Xiaoning turned around and buried his head in his chest. His shirt was ironed with hot tears, and soon his shirt was soaked and ironed in his heart.

His throat was blocked and astringent, like a lump of cotton in it. Today, I went to see her mother, and I saw the current situation of Fu Jiaxiong. Now it's such a time, and I just wait to see how long Fu Jiaxiong can last. He didn't experience the parting, but he always hoped that it was just a parting.