Before entering the ward, Grandpa Mu turned around and held Mu Lianshen's face with his aged hands. He rubbed it with both hands, looked left and right, and suddenly said with emotion: "When did my little son grow up so big... I'm sorry for your hardship, child, but you are a son and a father after all, you have to hold on."
Mr. Mu walked into the ward.
Mu Lianshen stood at the door, raised his head with slightly red eyes, suppressed the urge to cry, called back the guards, and walked out of the inpatient department.
Drove directly back to the compound.
It was already late at night, with only a few lights scattered throughout the compound.
He was walking home alone. When he passed by the gate of Zhai's house, he saw the closed door. He smiled bitterly and returned to the Mu's house.
As a father, he is unqualified.
As a son, he can't let go.
What a failure...
Lie on the bed, close your eyes, and try not to think about anything.
The next day, I opened my eyes, lay in bed for a moment, got up, put on my regular clothes, and went to the hospital.
In the hospital, Madam Mu was very happy to see him, her eyes lit up all of a sudden, and the two of them tacitly did not mention anything else, and got along as usual...
It was indeed as Grandpa Mu said, her condition was very bad. Only when Mu Lianshen was around would she force herself to open her eyes and speak for a while. Most of the time, she was the one talking and he listened quietly.
It's the third day...
She seemed to be in a good mood that day. She talked a lot to Mu Lianshen and finally reminded Grandpa Mu not to be picky about food, not to forget to take medicine, and not to forget to close the windows before going to bed at night.
Mr. Mu doesn’t like his room to be too stuffy, so he always sleeps with the window open. The doctor told him not to do that, but he got used to it and couldn’t change it.
Mr. Mu nodded with red eyes.
Mu Lianshen looked at Yang Cuiping lying on the hospital bed.
Her hair was gray, her face was pale, and she looked like she was on her last legs. At this moment, she was holding his hand and saying one sentence at a time: "Son, I was wrong. I shouldn't have kept it from you for so long..."
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