"After my father died, Uncle Yan became mentally ill. He looked like a normal person at work, but after work, he would always talk nonsense to the empty room."
"That period was extremely difficult for Uncle Yan. It took him three years to recover from the grief. Because of his irregular lifestyle during those years, Uncle Yan developed stomach problems, which gradually developed into stomach cancer."
After saying this, Han Qingshen took out a lady's cigarette from the exquisite bag she was carrying. She had quit smoking for a few years because of her pregnancy, but the pressure from work made her pick up the bad habit again.
Yan Jiang took out a lighter and helped Han Qingshen light the cigarette.
Han Qingshen smoked a cigarette and glanced at Yan Jiang.
Yan Jiang lowered his head slightly with an indifferent expression, and it was difficult for people to guess his true thoughts from his demeanor.
Han Qingshen told him, "I'm not saying this to win your sympathy for Uncle Yan. I'm just telling you about the Uncle Yan I know."
"Whether you want to forgive him or accept his act of compensation is up to you." After smoking the cigarette, Han Qingshen put two pieces of chewing gum in his mouth, stood up and left.
Yan Jiang sat in the coffee shop for a while before going downstairs to find the Song Fei sisters.
The two sisters stood at the hospital gate eating roasted sweet potatoes, sharing one. When Yan Jiang arrived, Song Fei was licking her fingers.
Song Fei especially likes to eat roasted sweet potatoes in winter, especially the top-quality sweet potatoes with crispy skin and fragrant and glutinous flesh.
When she noticed Yan Jiang coming, Song Fei quickly lowered her hands, looking so serious, as if the woman who had just licked her fingers with her tongue was not her.
Yan Jiang: "Let's go."
After getting in the car, Song Fei took two wet tissues and wiped her hands while complaining: "This roasted sweet potato tastes average, not as good as when I was a child."
Song Ci rolled her eyes and retorted to her: "If it doesn't taste good, why did you grab mine just now? I even saw you licking your fingers!"
Song Fei glared at Song Ci and said, "If you don't know how to speak, then don't speak."
Song Ci snorted coldly, "Don't threaten me, I'm not afraid of you."
The two sisters started arguing in the back row. Most of the time, Song Ci was the one who kept chattering, while Song Fei occasionally sneered and made a haughty snort.
As Yan Jiang listened to the sisters' scolding, his heart, which had been numbed by the hurt at the hands of Nan Yiyi and her son, gradually regained its strong heartbeat.
Yan Jiang stayed in Fengcheng for a while, and the refrigerator at home was empty, so he urgently needed to go to the supermarket to stock up.
Song Ci went to the supermarket with them.
Song Ci was standing in front of a row of shelves, selecting dried fruits. Song Fei came over and poked Song Ci's arm.
Song Ci tilted her head and looked at her puzzledly, "What are you doing?"
Song Fei said, "The little ones are about to be born, and as their aunt, I want to buy them some gifts. Take a look and see if you need anything else."
Song Ci was about to speak when Song Fei said, "I don't have much money. If it's too expensive, don't ask me for it. Ask Yan Jiang to buy it."
Song Ci didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Don't worry, I know you're poor, and I don't plan on asking you to buy anything too expensive."
"How about this, let's buy them a few sets of toys. I've already bought them clothes, so buying more would just be too much. The toys can be stored here and they can play with them when they grow up a bit."
"good."
Song Fei and Song Ci went to the maternity and baby store downstairs together. After some selection, they chose a storytelling machine, a set of Barbie dolls, and a set of Lego toys.
Just after paying the bill, Song Ci's cell phone rang.
Seeing that it was Han Zhan calling, Song Ci walked to a quieter place to answer the phone.
"Brother Han." Thinking that Han Zhan was going home for dinner, Song Ci told Han Zhan: "I probably won't be back tonight. Yan Jiang and Song Fei are back today, and I'm shopping with them right now."
Han Zhan said, "Cibao, Su Beibei is bleeding heavily and the baby is about to be born."
Song Ci was shocked, "Why is there such heavy bleeding?"
"I don't know the exact situation. Li Li has already rushed to the hospital. I'm planning to go there too. Do you want to go and take a look?"
"Of course!"
After hanging up the phone, Song Ci said goodbye to Song Fei, went downstairs to the garage, and asked Long Yu to drive her to the hospital.
Song Ci's location was closer to the hospital, so she was the first to arrive there.
As soon as she saw Song Ci, Li's mother knelt down in front of her. "Song Ci, Song Ci, what should we do? Beibei is bleeding so much!"
"Will something happen to our Beibei?"
Song Ci was frightened by the appearance of Li's mother.
She was a pregnant woman and was prone to having wild thoughts. When she saw Su Beibei's blood on Li Mama's sleeves, she was so frightened that she forgot how to speak.
Mother Li let go of Song Ci, clasped her hands together, and kowtowed toward the window. As she kowtowed, she begged, "God, please hold our Beibei with you. Nothing must happen to her!"
"We must hold them and their child safe!"
Song Ci gradually regained consciousness.
She quickly glanced at Long Yu and said, "Brother Long, help Auntie up."
Long Yu half-helped, half-dragged Li Mama to her feet and pressed her into a chair. Song Ci sat down next to Li Mama and held her bloody hand. Then Song Ci asked her, "Auntie, what's going on?"
Li's mother tearfully spoke incoherently, "I went out to buy groceries this afternoon, intending to come back that evening to make sweet and sour fish for Beibei. When I came back, Beibei's water had broken and she was bleeding heavily."
"She crawled from the kitchen to the living room, trying to get her phone to make a call. I pushed the door open and saw blood all over the floor. Oh my God, my legs went weak!"
"I was only out for a short while, how could something happen to her? How should I explain this to Li Li?"
Mother Li was crying so hard that she was out of breath. She was really frightened.
Song Ci frowned and asked, "What is she doing in the kitchen?"
Mother Li was stunned for a moment and said uncertainly: "Maybe, hungry?"
Song Ci looked at Mother Li deeply, feeling that this matter was unusual.
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