Chapter 518

And these are all because of myself.

These days, Jiang Yuanyuan told herself her original identity, but she just forgot. After all, in her memory, there was only Beiye and Beijia in her life.

She doesn't know the source of the river and the decline of the river.

But when Jiang Yuanyuan had surgery, what she thought all the time was that Jiang Yuanyuan pushed himself away. Without him, I'm afraid she would have hung up long ago.

She survived because of her, but the man in the operating room became him.

Jiang Shiwei frowned. She didn't think Jiang Yuanyuan would hit so seriously. For a moment, she was stunned.

Looking at her, the Sanskrit suddenly said, "he is injured because of me this time. If he has any shortcomings, I will take good care of him in the future!"

Jiang Shiwei raised his head and looked at her. He didn't seem to hear what she had just said. What did the Sanskrit just say? Didn't she have to leave Jiangyuan before? What, now you suddenly go back on your word?

She looked at the Sanskrit song with a pair of beautiful peach eyes in doubt. There was an embarrassing color on the Sanskrit song's face, and soon said, "since he was injured because of me, I naturally have the mission to take care of him."

"What about Beijia? What do you do?"

The girl's voice was a little cold, like frost blowing, refreshing. Looking at the woman's serious little face, the Sanskrit song was speechless for the first time.

Beijia, that's her lifelong dependence. Let alone that she can't be the master, even Beiye won't let her leave, let alone take care of Jiang Yuanyuan.

It's just that Jiang Yuanyuan was injured because she saved her. She can't ignore it.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Jiang Shiwei knew what she thought. She still got some news from Kitano one. Now her father was injured and it's no good to say. The only thing to do is to make Jiang Yuanyuan get better quickly, although she has done so much against this man,

But looking at him lying quietly in the ward, her heart still hurts.

"You don't have to force yourself to do what you can't do. I think Dad's only wish now is that you can think of him as soon as possible." Jiang Shi's slightly sighing voice sounded slowly, which sounded a bit helpless.

The Sanskrit song was stunned.

"Are you really my daughter?"

Listening to her question like a nightmare, Jiang Shiwei's beautiful eyebrows loosened: "if it's fake, I opened a room near the hospital. You've been here for a long time. Go and have a rest first."

"What about you?" the Sanskrit is really tired. After all these years of living a life of dignity and excellence, I have been nervous. Now I relax and the whole person is a little empty.

Jiang Shiwei held the room card and handed it to her: "my father is not out of danger. I want to accompany him tonight. Go and have a rest, or how can I change my shift tomorrow."

"OK, I'll go first." finally, the Sanskrit nodded, took the room card and turned away.

Looking at the figure of the woman leaving, Jiang Shiwei slowly turned to the glass window. She looked at the river sources with all kinds of dense pipes inside. Suddenly, an unspeakable sour feeling gushed out of her heart. It was clear that happiness was readily available. Why did this happen?

It's clear that the three members of their family are going to be reunited. Why is it so long?

When will dad get better and when will mom think of them.

For the first time, she felt very tired, very tired.

Jiang Shiwei lay down in the window and kept looking at the source of Jiang inside. She didn't know when to start. There was a figure behind her. She looked at her shadow quietly. How long she watched it, and how long the person stood.

Perhaps, silent company is to accompany a person through the best difficulties.

Jiang Shiwei stayed all night, and the man stayed all night. At dawn, the man turned and left by the morning light, while Jiang Shiwei stood there with his eyes burning, as if he had become a blockhouse.

When the Sanskrit came, Jiang Yuanyuan finally got out of danger and was sent to the intensive care unit. She looked at Jiang Shiwei, who had lost a lot in just one night, and put the breakfast she brought on on the table: "slightly, you haven't slept all night. Eat something first."

"I'm not hungry." Jiang Shiwei shook her head. All night, she was exhausted. She couldn't eat anything at all and had no appetite. Although Jiang Yuanyuan was out of danger, his legs were not in good condition.

"Eat a little if you're not hungry, or who will take care of your father in the future." the Sanskrit looked at her obviously tired look and said reluctantly, "I don't know what you like to eat. I bought a little. Have a try."

In the eyes of the woman's concern, Jiang Shiwei suddenly flashed a trace of tenderness at the bottom of his heart, but finally took a steamed stuffed bun: "thank you."

Listening to her strange thanks, Sanskrit songs don't know why I suddenly feel stuffy at the bottom of my heart.

Before Jiang Shiwei finished eating a steamed stuffed bun, there was an urgent sound of footsteps outside the ward. When the other party pushed the door in, it was Mrs. Jiang who had not seen for a long time. When looking at Jiang Yuanyuan on the hospital bed, she suddenly slapped the Sanskrit in the face.

"Grandma, how do you beat people!" Jiang Shi was slightly surprised and almost half of the steamed stuffed bun fell to the ground. Grandma's temperament has always been soft and light, especially since she went to the mountain to worship the Buddha. How could she beat people.

And where did she hear about her father's injury.

"What's wrong with me beating her? That's what she should do. You left that year. Why did you come back? Look what you did to my son!" old Mrs. Jiang looked at her angrily, looking like she wanted to peel her skin and drink her blood.

Sanskrit covered her face and looked at her at a loss. This is another time that she got her identity from a strange population. Is she really the Sanskrit they said?

The memory of the past, like being dusty, is a blank every time I think of it, but why do these people know her? Who the hell is she?

Is she a Sanskrit?

"Yuanyuan, my poor son, why are you so miserable!" Mrs. Jiang beat someone and looked at Jiang Yuanyuan, who had almost no vitality on the hospital bed, and couldn't help crying sadly.

Jiang Shiwei only felt that she had a big head. She didn't tell her grandmother. After all, she was so old that she didn't want to tell her, which made her worry. But who knows that the old lady rushed over early in the morning and beat the Sanskrit... Although she was angry with the Sanskrit, Jiang Shiwei still recognized that she was her mother.

She smiled apologetically as she was slapped.

Fortunately, Sanskrit doesn't care about an old lady. She is a wrongdoer. She understands old lady Jiang's mood and sees her relieved expression. Jiang Shiwei breathed a sigh of relief.