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Chapter 41 Something happened

Song Xiaoran looked at her brother and Du Qingqing's retreating figures. Although she was a little embarrassed by their words, she was still happy for them from the bottom of her heart.

Needless to say, my brother is a down-to-earth, filial, affectionate and righteous man. He is a very good man.

Du Qingqing is kind, gentle, and a very good girl.

It would be great if the two of them could really come together.

However, you should not get too involved in this kind of thing and let them develop freely.

"Xiao Ran, let's go, the movie is about to start."

Zhao Shaokang reminded in a low voice.

Song Xiaoran nodded, turned around and followed Zhao Shaokang into the cinema.

Perhaps because of the psychological hint given by his brother and Qingqing's words just now, Song Xiaoran became more and more guilty as he went further, and was not at all as confident as before:
  "We had dinner yesterday and watched a movie together today. It shouldn't be considered a date. No, it doesn't count. We had dinner yesterday to talk about work. Watching a movie together today is just to relax after work..."

Zhao Shaokang on the side kept reminding himself:

"Be proactive and have thick skin, be proactive and have thick skin..."

The two entered the cinema, sat down, and the movie started.

Song Xiaoran was a little confused. She didn't care about what the movie was about. She kept thinking about whether she and Zhao Shaokang were dating.

She also vaguely felt that Zhao Shaokang had some kind of interest in her during the few meetings, which made her even more confused, for fear that she would become sentimental.

She secretly glanced at Zhao Shaokang. In the darkness, Zhao Shaokang seemed to be engrossed in watching the movie without blinking.

"This profile is really pretty."

Song Xiaoran quickly lowered his head. Fortunately, it was dark in the theater, so he shouldn't be able to see her blush.

Zhao Shaokang, who seemed to be engrossed in watching the movie, was still reciting the seven-character mantra silently:
  "Be proactive and have a thick skin, be proactive and have a thick skin... You have to find an opportunity to express your feelings directly!"

The two of them finished watching the movie with their own ulterior motives, and when they walked out of the theater, they were both a little silent.

"that,"

"that,"

The two of them suddenly spoke and stopped at the same time. Song Xiaoran lowered his head and said, "Speak first."

"Xiao Ran, let's... have supper together. It's time to close the stall now."

Zhao Shaokang really wanted to give himself a slap in the face. The mantra he had been reciting for so long was really in vain.

I will definitely confess my feelings when I have a late night snack, even if I am temporarily rejected, it doesn’t matter!
  "Okay." Song Xiaoran was a little relieved, but also a little disappointed, "Then call Xinxin."

Zhao Shaokang nodded, bought the popcorn promised to Xinxin from the cinema, and the two of them walked to the stall.

Before entering the stall, I noticed that Zhao Xinxin's face was as pale as paper, her fists were clenched, and she was breathing heavily.

Song Ximing and Du Qingqing were surrounding her at this time, Du Qingqing was helping her massage the tiger's mouth, and Song Ximing was holding a thermos cup in his hand with an anxious look on his face.

Oops! Xinxin is sick again.

Zhao Shaokang took three steps at a time, rushed to his sister, and said anxiously: "Sister, have you taken your medicine? How long have you been sick?"

Zhao Xinxin was speechless in pain, and Song Ximing answered for her: "It must have been 15 minutes. I took antiasthmatic medicine but it didn't work."

Du Qingqing on the side was also so anxious that she almost burst into tears: "We were chatting just now, and Xinxin suddenly sneezed and then coughed..."

"It's okay, don't worry."

It was Zhao Shaokang who spoke to comfort them, although his eyes showed distress and pain, "Sister, I will take you to get an injection to relieve your asthma."

Song Xiaoran said distressedly: "Let's go with you."

Zhao Shaokang put Xinxin on his back and said: "No need, the clinic is very close. Auntie and uncle have gone home. Please help me clean up the stall, so you don't have to wait for us. I will send my sister to her directly after her injection." She goes home." Song Xiaoran nodded and agreed, "That's fine."

After saying that, Zhao Shaokang glanced at Song Xiaoran reluctantly, and went straight to the clinic with Xinxin on his back.

The few remaining people tidied up the stalls with heavy hearts and went home.
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  The next day is a big weekend.

Song Xiaoran got up early, cleaned up, had breakfast and went out.

She has arranged a lot for herself to do today.

Yesterday, Xinxin suddenly fell ill and reminded her to call her second brother today to ask if the things she asked him to do last time were completed and if the things had been mailed.

However, in this day and age, cross-border mailing already takes a long, long time, especially when it involves customs clearance. I’m afraid it will take even longer.

Then she was going to find Lao Song and ask what happened.

What do you mean by the words "hospital and police" you heard last time?
  As well as the news she heard from Liu Qing yesterday, she also needed to tell Lao Song her suspicions so that he could take precautions against Li Man.

If the elder brother is here, then talk to him by the way and solve the problem at the scrap collection station.

This problem is the simplest, and Song Xiaoran is confident that it can be solved immediately.

Finally, she planned to call her brother to visit Xinxin.

Song Xiaoran came to the public phone in the canteen and dialed the number in the apartment of his second overseas brother Song Ziren.

Beep, beep, beep...

Got through, but no one answered.

Called again, still no one answered.

Song Xiaoran looked at the clock on the canteen. It was now 8:8 in the morning. It should be : in the evening. The second brother was not in the apartment at this time. Did he go to a party?
  Hum, the evil nightlife of capitalist society!

Song Xiaoran reluctantly gave up and called Lao Song's home phone number.

It's really weird, and no one answered.

Song Xiaoran didn't give up and called again. This time someone finally answered.

"Hey, who is it?"

It was Liu Xiuwen's voice, which was a little hoarse.

"...I am Song Xiaoran."

There was an obvious pause on the other end of the phone.
  "Oh, it's Xiao Ran."

Liu Xiuwen's voice was weak and she looked extremely tired and lacked energy, as if she hadn't slept all night. Even when she heard Song Xiaoran, her voice was not as sharp and arrogant as before.

Something must have happened!
  Song Xiaoran heard that something was wrong and didn't want to talk nonsense anymore, so he said directly: "Dad, did something happen?"

Liu Xiuwen hesitated: "No... nothing happened."

Although my adoptive mother is ignorant and superstitious, she is also a person with a clear mind and really can't lie.

Song Xiaoran was anxious: "It's time now. Let's talk about any conflicts later. Now is the time for the whole family to work together to solve the problem. Come on, tell me what happened to my dad?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, and Liu Xiuwen finally lowered her voice and said, "Oh, Lao Song is hospitalized."

"Why was Hao Hao suddenly hospitalized? When did it happen?"

"Lao Song came back yesterday afternoon feeling unwell with his heart, and then Ziwen and Changgui took him to the hospital overnight. I also wanted to accompany him, but Lao Song wouldn't let me go.

He asked me to stay at home and take care of Xiran. He didn't let me tell you about my hospitalization.

Ziwen called last night and said that dad is now in the intensive care unit and his condition is quite stable..."

(End of this chapter)