He Tingjun slowly walked to the bedside, half-knelt in front of the bed and held his grandfather's hand.
These hands had once been so powerful that when he was young, they could easily lift him above their heads and throw him high up and catch him again. He was tall and wise, and like a helmsman, he guided the direction of his life and kept him safe.
However, at this moment, these hands were so weak and powerless. Time had taken away all their strength, leaving only a dry trunk, devoid of vitality.
"Grandpa, I'm here to see you." He Tingjun said softly, his voice trembling slightly.
He felt the faint warmth from his grandfather's hand, and tears blurred his eyes.
He hoped that his grandfather would open his eyes and look at him, hoping to hear him say: "Little boy, why are you crying? Grandpa is just asleep."
Hope was just hope. His grandfather lay on the hospital bed lifeless, without even an eyelid moving.
He Tingjun slowly lowered his head and rested his forehead on the back of his grandfather's hand. In the darkness where no one could see, fragile tears fell on the quilt and spread out into a wet watery flower.
Watching this scene, the nanny, Sister Song, stepped aside silently, feeling a pang of sadness in her heart.
He Tingjun stayed in the ward for more than half an hour. When he left, the sky outside was gradually getting dark.
He Xiaogu escorted him out of the ward and said, "Your cousins and I will be with you overnight. Your family has come all the way here, so please rest up in the guesthouse. The two children are still young, how can Yun Qiao take care of them all by herself?"
He Tingjun nodded, his drooping eyelashes covering his red eyes.
He Xiaogu sighed and patted his shoulder gently: "Let's go back."
After leaving the hospital, the streets were still bustling with activity. He Tingjun was in the crowd, feeling lonely and completely isolated from the surrounding hustle and bustle.
When He Tingjun returned to the guesthouse and just stepped into the door of his room upstairs, he heard the sound of "biu biu biu" coming from He Yi's mouth inside the room, pretending to shoot a gun.
Then He Yan let out an "Ah" sound, and said cooperatively, "No, I've been shot..."
In the middle, Yun Qiao's gentle voice reminded: "Keep your voice down, don't disturb the neighbors next door."
The presence of his wife and children was his greatest comfort. He Tingjun's heavy mood eased a lot. He sorted out his emotions, used the key to open the door and went into the house.
Yun Qiao heard the voice and looked at him: "You're back."
He Tingjun said 'hmm'.
Then He Yan jumped off the bed barefoot and rushed towards He Tingjun: "Dad."
She opened her arms and jumped up, and He Tingjun easily caught her and held her in his arms. He Yi was not to be left behind, so he crawled on the edge of the bed with his short legs and stood in front of He Tingjun, holding onto his legs and looking up with his arms stretched out to him: "Daddy, hold me."
He Tingjun bent down and held both children in his arms, one on each side.
"Why did you wake up so soon? I thought they would sleep until dark." He Tingjun said as he held the children and sat by the bed.
Yun Qiao explained, "The room was a bit stuffy. The two children slept for half an hour and were sweating all over. They woke up from the heat."
He Tingjun nodded and looked down at He Yan playing with his hands.
Yun Qiao asked softly, "How is Grandpa?"
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