Chapter 257

"His rejection is very strong. If it goes on like this, Xiao Wu will leave us like a small appendix."

Su Yu stood up. "There are some words. I know it's inconvenient for you to say in front of me, Xinqing. I'll give you half an hour."

Su Yu left, and soon there were only Ji Xinqing and Tang Huaishu left in the ward.

Ji Xinqing's footsteps are a little stiff.

She doesn't understand.

Xiao Wu is clearly the child born to that man and other women. She should be hard hearted in the face of him.

But at the moment, Ji Xinqing's heart is unspeakably uncomfortable.

I always felt that she seemed to be pinched by the little boy. As soon as she saw him, all the erected fortresses collapsed.

Ji Xinqing came to the bedside and sat down. When she saw Tang Huaishu's bald head, she burst into laughter.

"Xiao Wu, you look a little ugly."

The palm sized little face was almost covered by the oxygen mask. Ji Xinqing tried to smile.

"Xiao Wu, didn't you say you like your aunt very much? Then why do you have to close your eyes when your aunt comes? Don't you even look at her? She doesn't have much time with you. She's leaving later."

Ji Xinqing picked up Tang Huaishu's small hand and put it in the palm of his hand.

It's soft and waxy. Ji Xinqing's eyes suddenly turn red.

"Little five, do you want to be small? Will your aunt tell you where she is?"

Ji Xinqing turned her head and looked out of the window. "Xiao Wu, do you see the clouds over there? That's where Xiao Lanshan lives. She's doing well now."

Only the sound of the heart rate meter answered her.

Ji Xinqing said quietly alone.

"Little five, aunt didn't blame you. Aunt didn't come to see you for so long. She just didn't know how to face you."

Ji Xinqing took out a painting from her bag. It was the one painted by Xiao Lanshan. She always carried it with her.

"Xiao Wu, did you teach Xiao Lanshan to draw this?" Ji Xinqing squinted and smiled. "She's still young and doesn't look as good as you."

With that, Ji Xinqing opened Tang Huaishu's small hand and put Meng Lanshan's painting on it.

Twenty minutes have passed.

Ji Xinqing didn't know what to say and kept watching his movements.

With two minutes left in half an hour, Ji Xinqing stood up.

But at this time, Tang Huaishu's fingertips moved slightly.

Ji Xinqing found nothing, "Xiao Wu, aunt is gone."

"Little five, aunt really has to go. Are you still unwilling to wake up?"

Lost to take back her eyes, Ji Xinqing turned and left.

Ji Xinqing didn't take two steps, but suddenly a weak voice came from behind, "ah... Aunt."

Ji Xinqing was stunned.

"Auntie, don't... Go."

Ji Xinqing's eyes were wet. She tried to maintain a smiling face and walked to the hospital bed.

"Wake up?"

Tang Huaishu didn't open his eyes, and a weak voice came out of the oxygen mask.

"Aunt, I'm sorry."

Ji Xinqing squatted beside him and held his hand.

Tang Huaishu's consciousness was chaotic at this time, and his whole body was covered with pain, but he smelled his mother in a trance.

"Mom... Mom."

Ji Xinqing's tears fell on his hands, "Xiao Wu, work hard and live well. Do you know, Xiao Lanshan is doing well in the sky now. She doesn't want you to accompany him. Moreover, last night, my aunt dreamed of Xiao Lanshan. She said she hasn't eaten many delicious food and visited many interesting places in the world. She wants you to get better and go out with her. Xiao Wu, do you hear that It was aunt xiaolansanto who told you that... "

Suddenly someone knocked on the door a few times. Ji Xinqing heard Su Yu's voice, "Xinqing, it's time to go."

Ji Xinqing stood up.

Trying to pull out his hand, Tang Huaishu grabbed her finger and didn't let her go.

"Mom..."

Ji Xinqing pulled his hand away.

She knew it was the last time to see him.

Whether he is well or not, she won't want to see the people of the Tang family again.

Ji Xinqing wiped her eyes hard and lay on the edge of the bed and whispered, "Xiao Wu, remember what my aunt said. Xiao Langshan died because of you, but she didn't blame you. She told my aunt that you are her favorite brother Xiao Wu, and she couldn't bear to let you go with her so early."

"Xinqing." the door urged again.

"Little five," Ji Xinqing rubbed Tang Huaishu's head. Even she didn't know where her reluctance to give up to little five came from, "aunt left."

"Xiaolanshan will look at you in the sky. Xiaowu, don't be a failed brother."

Ji Xinqing stood up, put on her glasses and mask and walked out. Outside the door, Su Yu stared at her with anxious hope in her eyes.

"I have said to forgive him. Whether he is willing to wake up or not is none of my business."

Su Yu still wants to say something, but Ji Xinqing doesn't have the energy to listen.

"Miss Su Yu, I've done what you said. Can you tell me where my parents are?"

"Xinqing, I'm sorry," Su Yu lowered her head.

She knew that from the moment she kidnapped her parents, she also cut off her friendship with Ji Xinqing.

"There's no need to be sorry. If it were me, I would do the same. I can do anything for my children and parents."

Su Yu didn't say anything more, just made a phone call in front of Ji Xinqing.

Ji Xinqing's tightly hanging heart finally relaxed.

Without Su Yu seeing her off, Ji Xinqing left the hospital alone.

Su Yu enters the ward. Tang Huaishu is still lying in bed. She walks over and sees a picture on the bedside table.

This is... Painted by Xiao Lanshan!

With the sound of "Ding Dong", the SMS prompt sound sounded in time.

Su Yu turns on her cell phone.

——If he wakes up, please give him this picture and I'll take his one away.

There is a pot of cloth flowers on the bedside table, one of which is flashing red.

At the same time, in an office.

"Young master," Tang Han whispered, "Miss Ji has gone."

So there's nothing to watch.

Tang Jinyao was still staring at the screen. The screen enlarged the small Wanshan picture, and the lens cut to a figure painted on it.

The white skirt, smiling, curved eyebrows, and her left hand is holding a little boy tightly.

……

Ji Hong and Zhang Wei were safely sent back by two people in black.

Several people knew that no one had taken the initiative to mention it again.

It's new year's Eve tomorrow. Ji Xinqing packed up and ready to go home.

Before leaving, Ji Xinqing asked Bai ran again, "Xiao ran, won't you come with us?"

Bai ran smiled and shook his head. "Come on, Ji Xinqing, you invite me every year, but which time have I passed?"

"Can you... Be alone?"

Bai ran paused with a smile on his face. "What's wrong with this? All right, all right, let's go."

"Goodbye, uncle and aunt!"

Ji Xinqing was pushed to the corridor by Bai ran and looked at the closed door with a bang. She sighed.

"Mom and Dad, let's go."

Sitting on the bus home, Ji Xinqing looks out the window.

I always feel empty in my heart. She seems to have lost something important here.

Maybe she wants to be depressed again.