Wen Xin came back to her senses, and a glimmer of life gradually returned to her eyes, but it was filled with deep pain, and her heart seemed to be torn apart by blood.
She said in a trembling voice: "Uncle, my uncle said that grandma, she is dying."
The expected thing still happened. Jun Mohan bit his lip and said three words after a long time, "No."
In the hospital, there were coughing and crying sounds from children and the elderly everywhere, and there were very long queues.
Jun Mohan and the other man no longer cared about anything else and ran through the crowd towards the ward.
Jun Moxiao's roar came from inside, "Grandma..."
Wen Xin stumbled in with the support of Jun Mohan. Seeing the frightened old lady Jun about to close her eyes, she hurried over.
Kneel down!
He held her hand tremblingly, "Grandma, please don't leave. I'm Wen Xin. Can you please get up soon?"
"Grandma, I'm sorry, I'm late," Jun Mohan knelt down in front of the old lady and took her hand and placed it under his chin.
Hot tears fell into her palms, and the old lady forced herself to open her eyes and smile.
The ward was filled with crying.
The people in the Jun family couldn't accept this fact and cried heart-wrenchingly.
Old Madam Jun took Wen Xin and Jun Mo Han's hands and held them tightly together, saying, "We can't...separate."
"Grandma, I won't be separated from Wen Xin, don't worry."
"Grandma, me too, thank you for being so kind to me, you will definitely get better."
Old Madam Jun shook her head, tears falling from her eyes, "There is no... time... anymore. Grandma can't... see your... baby being born. Grandma... has to break her promise."
After she finished speaking, she looked at Chu Han, raised her hand and pointed at her, "Chu Han... come here."
Chu Han wiped away her tears and walked over. The two had been arguing for twenty years.
Normally they were incompatible, but now, Chu Han felt extremely painful when he saw the dying old man.
She treats her as her own mother, otherwise she wouldn't quarrel with her every day and then call her after the quarrel.
But now...
"Mom, I'm sorry. I was wrong."
"I shouldn't have been arguing with you all the time."
"I regret it!"
"I'm willing to give up the rest of my life in exchange for your longevity. Please get well soon."
Old Madam Jun blinked slightly, tears falling from her eyes, "Don't... cry, Mom has something to do... please."
"Mom, you said, woooo~~"
"Promise...Mom, let Wen Xin...marry Mo...Han."
"Promise...me."
Wen Xin burst into tears. Chu Han looked at the old lady and then at Wen Xin, hesitating...
The old lady coughed violently.
Jun Chang shouted anxiously, "Hurry up and agree to what Mom wants! Do you want her to die with regrets?"
Jun Chang's words finally made Chu Han compromise, and she nodded in the end.
Only then did Old Lady Jun smile with relief. She waved at Jun Chang, motioning him to come over.
Jun Chang leaned over and cried, and the old lady finally closed her eyes after saying her last words.
No one noticed the surprise in Jun Chang's eyes except Wen Xin.
Old lady Jun died on the fourth day of the COVID-19 pandemic. She survived the fever but not the cough.
He was suffocated to death by a mouthful of strong smoke.
The Jun family was in grief.
After coming out of the funeral home that night, Wen Xin took off her mask and stood in the courtyard of the funeral home, looking at the gloomy sky, and no tears could flow from her eyes anymore.
On the first day after Mrs. Jun was cremated, Wen Xin slept in bed for a whole day and night without drinking a sip of water and without taking any medicine.
The coughing filled the entire room, and Jun Mohan's heart pain worsened when he heard it.
On the third day after Mrs. Jun's cremation, Wen Xin sat on the balcony for a whole day and night, drinking only a bottle of mineral water.
A week after Mrs. Jun died, Wen Xin finally started eating.
Due to the virus and the old lady's death, Wen Xin lost a lot of weight in just half a month. She weighed 168,100 pounds but lost ten pounds.
Only 90 pounds.
She hadn't gone out, hadn't combed her hair, and her face was so pale that it was almost transparent.
If Jun Mohan hadn't been there to chat with her at any time, she might not have made it.
Half a month later, the cough continued, but it was not as serious as before. Wen Xin finally ate a bowl of beef noodles after being fed by Jun Mohan.
She regained some spirit and looked at her messy hair. She wanted to take a shower, but was stopped by Jun Mohan.
"Wife, don't take a bath for your illness for now. I'm worried. I've seen many people relapse or even die after taking a bath after Yang Kang."
Wen Xin blinked her eyes and said calmly, "If I don't wash my hair, I can't comb it. I haven't worked, showered, or combed my hair in the past half month. I feel like I'm no longer a woman."
"Uncle, I'm sorry for making you face my ugly appearance."
The warm words were like silver needles piercing his heart, liver and lungs. Even though he was in excruciating pain, he still struggled to force a smile.
"Silly boy, I don't mind you. In my eyes, you will always be the most beautiful woman."
A warm smile.
"Come on, I'll help you wipe your body, then comb your hair, and take you for a walk today."
She let him carry her to the dressing table, Jun Mohan boiled some hot water, gently pulled down her clothes and helped her wipe her body.
Finally, I used a comb with water to help her untangle her tangled hair, but in the end, a lot of hair still fell out of the comb.
It looks shocking.
Looking at the woman in the mirror who still had no smile on her face, he couldn't help but squat down, turned her body around, and looked at her coldly.
"Wen Xin, please cheer up."
"Grandma died. I know you feel bad, but look at how you are now. You are already very fragile and decadent. If you continue like this, you will collapse."
"Have you forgotten what grandma said? Live well and give birth to a child for me. This is grandma's wish."
"If you fall, your grandma in heaven will be in even greater pain."
"Promise me you'll cheer up, okay?"
Wen Xin looked at him, her mouth slightly open, unable to utter a word.
I feel sad.
asphyxia.
She could face life and death calmly, but she could not accept that the best warmth in her heart disappeared, so suddenly.
There were no signs.
It was she who gave her the happiness she has now, pulled her out of the quagmire and took good care of her.
It was also her encouragement and support that made her and Jun Mohan fall in love with each other.
No matter whether she was right or wrong, she always stood behind her, spoke for her, protected her, and even went so far as to make enemies with her own daughter-in-law.
And a virus took her away.
So caught off guard.
The warmth feels suffocating, I can't find a way out, and the pain is heart-wrenching.
After a long while, she said hoarsely: "Uncle, I miss her, I miss grandma!"
The tears that were embedded in his eyes fell down and landed on his hands.
"Please accept my condolences and move on, okay? She just went to heaven and is living in a different place."
"Don't be sad, if you do this again I will..."
Jun Mohan couldn't say any more. He stood up and walked to the balcony. Looking at the gray sky outside, he felt more and more suffocated.
He closed his eyes, gripped the railing tightly with both hands, and sucked in the air desperately.
Wen Xin blinked slightly, grabbed the chair, stood up, and walked out.
I hugged him from behind and put my head on his back. "I'm sorry, I was wrong. Thank you for staying with me."
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