Rebirth 90s: Sweetheart Cub

"Yueyue? Yueyue? Are you still listening?" Dong Wangshu called several times, anxious and guilty.

She didn't know whether it was right or wrong to tell Yueyue the news.

When she was studying, she could see the difference between Yueyue and Fu Yanchi.

However, Fu Yanchi's health is so poor, to put it bluntly, I really don't know when, people may just say no.

Wouldn't it be sad again when the month comes?

"Forget it, I haven't seen him for so many years, and there is nothing to mention, let's not talk about him—"

Dong Wangshu wanted to play haha ​​and bring this topic to the past, so he heard the woman on the other side say calmly, "How is he doing now?"

The tone is calm, there is nothing unusual, as if greeting an ordinary classmate.

Dong Wangshu breathed a sigh of relief, and his tone eased, "He was rescued. My brother went to visit him with someone in the morning, and said that he was awake. Apart from looking weaker, there is no major problem."

"Ok."

"By the way, Fu Yanchi said that after he is discharged from the hospital, we old classmates will be invited to dinner. Are you going then?"

"No."

"Okay, since you're not going, then I'm not going either, and I'm not too familiar with him." Dong Wangshu quickly changed the subject, happily, "Yueyue, where are you now?"

"In Taoxi Village."

"!!" Dong Wangshu yelled, "Don't call me! I want to play too, wait for me, I'll go there now!"

"Don't come, it's too noisy and annoying."

Dong Wangshu was so angry that he hung up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, she slapped herself on the forehead again, "I forgot to ask the most important thing!"

In the morning, she went to the department store to buy shoes, and she heard from a familiar salesperson that Yueyue brought a little girl to the building yesterday to go shopping, and that little girl called Yueyue her mother?

The little girl must be Qiqi without a doubt, but when did Yueyue recognize Qiqi as her daughter?

Abandon her again!

On the other side, Qi Qi and her friends were watching Uncle Zhou's rerun of the comedy, and the friends were laughing so hard that they leaned forward.

Only Qi Qi's mind was not on the TV, and her eyes frequently looked at the woman standing in the yard.

Near noon, the sun rose high and the sun was fierce.

At this time, people in the village dare not go to the ground to hide from the sun.

But my mother has been standing under the sun for a long time without moving.

The more Qi Qi looked at it, the more worried she got up, picked up the long-handled umbrella on the bench against the wall and ran out.

When he came to the woman, he opened the umbrella, stood on tiptoe and tried to raise the umbrella high, blocking the scorching sun for the woman.

"Mom, are you unhappy?" She pursed her lips and asked softly.

Song Yueliang lowered her head, and then met her daughter's worried eyes. Behind her worry, there was a faint uneasiness.

"Qiqi, don't be afraid, mom is not unhappy." She opened her mouth to comfort her daughter, only to realize that her throat was severely blocked.

As a result, what he said was completely unconvincing.

Even the little ones can't hide it.

In her daughter's clear eyes, her embarrassment seemed to be invisible.

Song Yueliang squatted down slowly, reached out and hugged her daughter into her arms, drawing strength from her small body, "Mom is a little unhappy. Let Qi Qi give her a hug, and she will get better."

"Then mother, please hold me for a while."

"Okay....Qiqi is worried about her mother being exposed to the sun, so why didn't she ask her to come in? This way she doesn't need to hold an umbrella."

"There are a lot of people in the room, I guess Mom wants to stay here alone, I can accompany you." The soft and soft voice sounded in the ear, which seemed to have the ability to heal people's hearts, "I can hold an umbrella for Mom, a little Not tired."

Song Yueliang felt that her throat was getting more congested, and she hugged her daughter even harder.

She has always done things straightforwardly, and seldom flustered and vulnerable.

But at this moment, under the umbrella held up by her daughter, she let go of her panic and fragility, and no longer tried to hide her disguise.

When she put away her umbrella and stood up, she was still the Song Yueliang that everyone in the Huicheng circle feared.

...

Huicheng Hospital.

VIP ward on the third floor.

Fu Yanchi sat on the hospital bed with helplessness in the corners of her eyes and brows.

The small table beside him was already full of flower bouquets and fruit baskets, all of which reminded him that he was now a patient.

"Uncle Gui, the patient should rest." So can you stop letting people in.

Is the VIP ward so casual?

Uncle Gui replied respectfully, "Mr. Fu, Mr. Fu told you not to stop people from visiting, so that he can believe that you are still alive."

Fu Yanchi stared at the man.

He was still alive, and he didn't think there was any necessary connection between him and someone coming in to visit him.

It's not that he died, so someone came to send a wreath.

ring ring ring——

Uncle Gui's phone rang.

This morning, the busiest people were Fu Yanchi, who was lying on the ground and people were looking up at him, and Uncle Gui's eldest brother.

"Hello? The third floor of the inpatient department, Ward 303." Uncle Gui hung up the phone and looked up to report, "Mr. Fu, Ms. Song is here to visit you."

Fu Yanchi swayed and bumped into the table next to him. The flowers and fruits on the table were scattered all over the floor, "Uncle Gui, hurry up, clean up all these things! It's too late, sweep under the bed, hurry up!"

After finishing speaking, Fu Yanchi lay down quickly, with the quilt pulled up to her neck, her hands gracefully folded over her stomach, her head tilted, and she looked weak and dying.

Uncle Gui looked at the fruit all over the floor, and then at someone who was moving very neatly, and lowered his eyes silently.

The door was knocked from outside.

Uncle Gui went over to open the door, "Miss Song."

"Uncle Gui, long time no see." The woman's voice sounded soft and gentle, "I'm here to see Ah Chi, how is he?"

Fu Yanchi sat up, and then resumed the sitting and lying posture, with smooth movements.

"I can still breathe." He said in a weak tone, "How widely has the news of my hospitalization spread? There have been more than a dozen waves of people coming this morning."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Song Ziyun, "Miss Song, can you do me a favor? Tell the old classmates and old friends who are coming over, if you want to come, can you come as a group?"

It was like a wheel race one after another. He breathed a sigh of relief in the morning, and now he has only half breath left.

He suspected that someone was plotting against him.

Song Ziyun let out a chuckle, walked slowly to the hospital bed, "There are many people who come to visit you, which means you are very popular, Ah Chi."

"I can't name half of the people who came to visit. I have been away from Huicheng for several years, and I haven't met anyone in the middle. They all came out when I was hospitalized, and I don't have a mine for them to inherit."

Seemingly used to men's ability to talk nonsense, Song Ziyun smiled naturally, "I'm not here to inherit the mine. I talked to Aunt Meng on the phone in the morning, and she said she was going to Huicheng, and she should be on the plane by now."

Fu Yanchi was stunned for a moment, "Uncle Gui, you didn't tell me."

Uncle Gui, "Madam didn't tell me either, Mr. Fu."

"Does the old man know?"

"I'll call and ask."

"..."

Fu Yanchi had a headache.

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