Chapter 642

Su Nuan made countless ideas for his future life. In the end, he thought he was silly and ridiculous. That was his life. No matter what other people thought, it was also other people's.

Unconsciously, she had left the station and walked a long way.

The hot weather made her dizzy. She was going to wait for the red light to end and cross the road to take a taxi. But unexpectedly, a figure in white appeared in the middle of the road. The high-temperature and steaming road was illusory, and her figure was vague. However, the cars on both sides of the road had started.

Su Nuan couldn't think much, so she ran out quickly. At the critical moment, she pulled the man back, but because of the instability, they fell to the ground. Unfortunately, she became a human flesh cushion.

There was another car coming in front of us. When we saw the people who fell down, we all stepped on the brake.

The temperature on the road is so hot that Su Nuan hisses for air conditioning.

There were people around to help them to one side.

Su Nuan's whole elbow was peeling, bloody and dyed her white shirt red.

Passers by are surprised, and she is nervous to see that some trance woman, this look, and scared a big jump: "aunt?"

Yes, this is Dong Mu.

She looked haggard, her eyes sunken, and she seemed to be in a trance. She didn't seem to know what had just happened.

"Auntie?" Su Nuan reaches out her hand and waves in front of her, drawing back Dong Mu's absent-minded attention.

Dong Mu ah, looking at Su Nuan, face suddenly twisted a few times, looking at her back two steps: "who are you?"

Su Nuan was shocked: "aunt, you don't know me?"

Dong's mother shook her head. Her hasty expression didn't look like a lie.

The person next to her reminded her: "Miss, your hand has been bleeding."

Su Nuan said, "no problem, thank you."

They had already helped to call an ambulance, and it was not long before the ambulance arrived.

Seeing that Dong's mother's spirit was so bad, Su Nuan went to the hospital with her.

The doctor made a detailed examination of Dong's mother, and finally came to the conclusion that she was suffering from severe schizophrenia and depression.

Su Nuan holds the examination report issued by the doctor, and his back is chilly.

She did not speak, the doctor reminded her: "Miss, you also need to deal with your own injury."

Su Nuan raised her arm. Her clothes had been completely stuck to the flesh. When the doctor cleaned her, she cut them open directly. In an instant, she tore off a piece of skin and flesh. The pain made her sweat.

Then disinfected, she refused the doctor to give her anesthetics, so clear pain that she even breathing convulsions.

The nurse next to her couldn't look down. She took a towel and let her bite it in her mouth. She looked at her gratefully with cold sweat on her face. She closed her eyes and let the doctor deal with the wound for her.

"All right." In the end, she was nervous and numb, and the doctor finally announced it.

Su Nuan's elbow was covered with thick gauze and went back to Dong's ward.

She has already made a phone call to Dong Anyue. Soon, Dong Anyue arrived.

Seeing Su Nuan, Dong Anyue was shocked: "what's the matter? Why is my mother with you?"

Su Nuan said: "I saw her on the road, almost hit by a car, and this one." She picked up the doctor's diagnosis certificate to Dong Anyue.

Dong Anyue didn't look at it, but directly collected it into the bag and said, "thank you. I'll give you the medical expenses later."

"No more." Su Nuan asked, "why did my aunt become like this?"

Dong Anyue hummed coldly: "why?" Maybe too many things happened in this period of time. At the beginning, she was a little mellow, but she was sharply thin, her chin was sharp, and her temper became not very good. "You know it, do you still need to ask?"

Yes, Dong Anyang's accidental death and Dong junxuan's departure, one heavy blow after another, gradually brought down the family. Of course, Dong's mother was the first to bear the brunt. Her life was really loveless.

After Dong Anyue went in to see her, she sat inside and talked to her.

Su Nuan stood outside for a long time before she left in silence.

But before leaving, Dong Anyue chased her out and returned all the hospitalization expenses she had just paid.

Su Nuan is an unwelcome sweeper. Two men in the Dong family died because of the Su family.

Su Nuan felt that he would never die. She walked alone in the hot street, but her heart was cold.

Suddenly, the mobile phone rings, and the abrupt bell rings make people confused.

For a long time, she just squatted on the ground, a hand from the bag to find the mobile phone: "Hello, hello." Her low voice showed her depression.

The humanist over there: "Song Nuan?"

"Well?" Suddenly, the name like a dream made her a little confused. She would call her that

"This is the seventh prison hospital. Song Jinxiu is your father. He is dying. If you want to see you before you die, you'd better come right now."Su Yonghe told her that the man had cancer of the twelve fingers.

Now it's late.

When she comes back home, Su Yonghe naturally finds out the injury on her arm. Su Nuan finds an excuse to pass by. She sits on the sofa in the living room and thinks for a long time, but she still tells the prison phone.

Su Yonghe soon fell into silence.

She sat opposite Su Nuan, watching Xiaobao playing vigorously on the carpet. Su Nuan followed her line of sight and looked over. As the saying goes, it's not the father's fault to raise a child, but it's also said that the son doesn't care if he wants to.

"Warm, think for yourself. Anyway, I won't forgive him, but you are different from me. Anyway, you have half of his blood on you. This is a fact that can never be changed."

Su Nuan went back to her room and lay in bed, tossing and turning.

In the end, she didn't know how to fall asleep, but she had a dream again. When she was a child, a little girl was sitting at the door with her cheek in her hand. When her father came back, it was her happiest time. Later, she was lifted up by her father and put on her shoulder, flying home like a happy little plane

She couldn't tell whether it was a dream or a reality, but she cried in the end.

She knew that she was awake, but she would rather not wake up when she was still in a dream. In the end, she could only wet her pillow with tears.

Let endless nightmares surround you.

The next morning, she woke up from her predicament, asked director Liu for a leave, borrowed a car from Wang Chunyan, and rode on the road alone.

It was almost noon when I came to the seventh prison hospital.

The guard at the door was strict. She explained her intention. After checking in, she took her ID card to register. Then she was let in.

The gate of every room here is full of iron gates, and the gate is also equipped with a kind of guard. It is difficult for a strict mosquito to get in, walking on the long passage, suffocating and depressing.

In front of the guard suddenly stopped, standing in front of a closed iron door: "here, you go in."

"Thank you," she said to the C.O.

After nodding, the C.O. ordered the guards to leave together, leaving them some time to be alone.

Su Nuan stood outside the door and looked inside. Song Jinxiu was too old to recognize. His hair was gray and his body was thin and shriveled. He was covered with tubes all over his body. The numbers on the nearby instruments kept changing. That was his last vital sign.

Recently used to seeing life and death, Su Nuan felt numb.

She pushed the door open, and the ward was very cold, not a bit popular.

Song Jinxiu feels that someone has come in, so he opens his eyes with difficulty. When he sees Su Nuan, his chaotic eyes suddenly clear, and his hands try to lift them up, but there are many instruments in his hands, and he is weak, so there is no possibility to lift them up.

He tried to open his mouth again, muttering, and could only utter a few chaotic syllables: "warm Warm... "

His voice was so old that Su Nuan could hardly recognize her father. She had the impression that the tall and steady man who would hold her high above her head was gone. Instead, she saw the thin old man in front of her.

Her eyes suddenly sour, song Jinxiu painfully took off his oxygen mask, wrinkled face because of the lack of subcutaneous fat, dry as bark.

He was dying and said a sentence. He looked at Su Nuan three times: "warm Warm Here you are

Su Nuan stood in the same place and listened to him say: "thank you, Nuan Nuan, thank you Would you like to come to see me... "

"I Hold on This One breath, just to see you for the last time. "

He suddenly laughed, and his turbid eyes turned again, as if a new life had been injected into his miserable and broken body.

The four words of huiguanghuizhao appear in Su Nuan's mind without suspense.

She went over and helped him with a pillow to lean against his back. Then she helped him shake up the bed. Song Jinxiu was very excited, and his various instruments began to ring.

Su Nuan was a little nervous, but he said it was OK. He took Su Nuan's hand, and countless tears came out of his dry eyes: "Nuan Nuan..."

"Let me get you a glass of water." Su Nuan turns around and goes to pour water.

But song Jinxiu refused. He held her hand tightly and stared at her for a moment, as if she would disappear in the next second: "I'm sorry, Nuan Nuan. If Dad had known this, he would not have done that. I'm sorry In fact, my father is very regretful, warm... " Song Jinxiu spoke very slowly, but his breath was much clearer than just now.

Su Nuan said with a wry smile: "if you knew today, why did you have to do it at the beginning? I really don't know how you could do it. In order to be a chief engineer, haven't you regretted it all these years?"

"I regret it, Nuan Nuan. I regret it a long time ago." Song Jinxiu said, and suddenly he was breathing fast, and the instruments beside him began to ring.

He was convulsed. Su Nuan got nervous. He rang the bell and tried to rush to the door. But song Jinxiu grabbed her hand and pinched her nails into her flesh. He said: "Nuan Nuan, listen to me. In those days, although I stabbed him twice But They didn't hit the point Later, no body was found I always feel that Always feel I always feel that he still Always feel Warm Wennuan, I'm sorry, the next life Dad, I'm sorry... "He seems to have tried his best, like a candle burning desperately, and finally the candle turned to ashes, the oil ran out, and the lamp died down, and he came to the end of his life.

The hand slipped.

The screen of the electronic instrument turns into a straight line leisurely, making a piercing sound.