The man finally said something she could understand.
"I'm his grandfather. We have a comprehensive medical system back home, so we can get better treatment than if we stayed here."
Song Xijiao still didn't let go of the door frame and was thinking in her heart.
Grandpa?
Li Zhenjun is fifty-five years old?
Her father should be in his seventies or eighties, right?
But the person in front of me looks to be in his forties or fifties. How...how is this possible?
"That won't work either. Show me your ID cards and household registration books..."
The man seemed amused by her stubbornness, showing his teeth.
But the more Song Xijiao looked at it, the weirder it seemed to her. Could the teeth in this mouth be fake?
"He has a special identity. For his safety, we can't disclose his identity. Do you understand? If you're worried, we can wait for you until he wakes up and confirm the relationship with you."
Song Xijiao looked down at the sleeping Li Chenyin, then looked at the man in front of her, and finally her eyes fell on the hand extended by Li Chenyin's grandfather.
There was a ring on her hand that she had never seen before, but a familiar scene appeared in her mind.
There was a ring on her hand that she had never seen before, but the pattern on it looked familiar to her.
"This is the Li family's ancestral ring, passed down from generation to generation, and only passed down to the closest bloodline of the family."
Memories go back to the spring when they met.
Xiao Song Xijiao and Qiangqiang carried the plastic bottles, cardboards, etc. they had collected all day to the recycling station.
Twenty-five dollars and eighty cents.
The aunt at the scrap recycling station was an acquaintance of Qiangqiang, so she gave them twenty-six yuan without change.
She was a widower and raised two children by recycling waste alone. Looking at Qiangqiang reminded her of her own children, but her ability was limited, so she could only let him help her sort the waste and feed him a meal.
Qiangqiang would think that even ordinary cabbage, vermicelli and tofu stew is delicious.
Milky white soup.
The vermicelli is chewy and springy, and even if it is cooked for a long time, it will not become a lump like other people's vermicelli.
The cabbage was carefully selected by my aunt. The leaves were crisp and juicy, and when you bite them, they ooze out a lot of juice, with a unique fragrance...
Qiangqiang bought her chocolate, but she returned it and gave him half of her pocket money to buy some filling foods.
After walking for an entire afternoon, her feet were rubbed raw by her shoes.
Qiangqiang squatted on the ground and said, "Come up, I'll carry you."
"This isn't good. I'll just go by myself. Get up!"
Xiao Song Xijiao didn't dare to use force, for fear that the wound on her foot would become more serious.
"Hurry up, I'm very strong and won't hurt you." He squatted on the ground and insisted on carrying her on his back.
"Thank you, Qiangqiang."
She lay on his back and put her arms around his neck.
He suddenly felt a heaviness on his shoulders, and she pressed him so hard that he couldn't breathe. He tried hard to control the emotions in his heart and not show them.
There was a red string around his neck with a ring on it, with symbols on it that she couldn't understand.
"What are you wearing?" she asked curiously.
"With this, I can find my family. No matter where I go, I can find my way home with this."
"How amazing!" Little Song Xijiao exclaimed, "Are all your family members here?"
"I've been out for a long time, they should not be here anymore," he replied.
"Do you miss them?" she asked.
"A little bit. I wonder if they're still waiting for me and if they're worried," he replied. "Once I've saved enough money, I'll go find my family."
"I'll go with you." Xiao Song Xijiao responded shyly.
"Really? You're so nice!" His neck felt hot and his heart was beating fast.
The impact on Song Xijiao was so great that she lost all her strength in an instant, and her hands dropped down. The man pushed her away.
He is not dead.
He is not dead.
He just went home.
very nice……
She returned to Pei Zhiting's ward, lay down beside his hands, and pulled his hands to her face. Her face was obviously also sunken, but it still felt that these hands were thinner than her face, with protruding bones and not much flesh. He worked so hard.
"Pei Zhiting, he's back home."
"I know."
She held Pei Zhiting's hand, and tears fell drop by drop, hitting the back of Pei Zhiting's hand. She cried very quietly, almost without making any sound, but her tears still flowed like a dam breaking.
"Stop crying, I feel bad."
Song Xijiao stopped crying and checked the IV needle... She reached out to press Hu Ling, and he struggled to raise his arm and pull her hand back.
"I feel sad, and I feel even sadder when you cry."
Song Xijiao lowered her head, not daring to look at him. She was afraid that she would not be able to hold back her tears, so she bit her lip and held back the tears.
"From now on... don't cry for me, it's not worth it."
"Every time you cry for me, I feel bad."
"Besides, your health isn't good. I originally wanted you to live the life you want and meet the person you want to love. Crying too much is bad for your health."
Her tears gradually stopped, her heart was tightened, and the tears she held back were like a drop of solidified amber.
"So, don't cry for me anymore."
"Your tears are so precious, you cry just for me."
“It’s not worth it.”
“…”
"Wuwu... I don't want to cry, but I can't control myself... Wuwu..."
Pei Zhiting lost his temper and his wounds didn't hurt as much anymore.
He was really impressed by them. They asked them to run away, but not only did they not run away, they even had the courage to come back and resist the damage.
To put it nicely, it is to generate income for the hospital.
To put it bluntly, it is just to generate income for the King of Hell, but fortunately the King of Hell doesn't want it.
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