So desolate: often pitted by a black-bellied husband

"At the funeral home."

"Tingyi, she... has she gone?"

"coming."

Hearing this, Lu Anyi felt a little better. If Aunt Qiong could see her in the sky, she might get some comfort. It's just that man, where is the man she has been guarding all her life at this time.

He should kneel in front of Aunt Qiong's grave to repent. He has let down such a good woman who has been waiting for him all his life. [

After hanging up the phone, Lu Anyi stood by the window for a long time, when Liu Xizi's voice suddenly came from behind, "An Yi."

Lu Anyi turned her head, Liu Xizi hugged Zhang Mofei, whose head was wrapped in gauze, and walked towards her. Lu Anyi looked at Zhang Mofei, and asked worriedly, "Can Feifei get out of bed?"

Liu Xizi said, "She insists on arguing to come out, there is no other way, I can't do it without her."

Zhang Mofei looked at Lu Anyi, frowned, and asked, "Godmother, why are you standing here? Why are you crying?"

Lu Anyi pursed her lips and put on a smiling face, "It's okay, Feifei, is your head still hurting?"

Zhang Mofei shook her head and said, "It doesn't hurt anymore. I told my mother to ask the doctor to remove the cloth for me. My mother disagreed. It's so ugly that the cloth is wrapped around my head, isn't it?"

"How can it be ugly? Feifei looks good no matter what she does." Zhang Mofei's cute appearance that day made Lu Anyi feel a little better.

Besides, she didn't want to show sadness in front of the child, so she smiled and reached out to pinch Zhang Mofei's face, "Yangyang just fell asleep, go in and sit for a while."

Zhang Mofei nodded, "He's asleep, so I'll come and see him later."

"Mom, let's go back first, and we'll come back when Yangyang wakes up."

Liu Xizi looked at Lu Anyi, stretched out a hand and patted Lu Anyi's shoulder, comforting her, "An Yi, don't be too sad."

Lu Anyi nodded, "Yes."

Lu Anyi and Liu Xizi walked back all the way, and happened to run into Lu Zhenyang's attending doctor. The attending doctor saw Lu Anyi and asked, "An Yi, is Yangyang's condition better today?"

Lu Anyi and Liu Xizi stood at the door of the ward, and nodded to the attending doctor, "It's okay."

The attending doctor sighed, "Hey, the pain of chemotherapy is inevitable."

Liu Xizi asked, "Doctor, is there still no suitable bone marrow?"

The attending doctor turned his gaze to Liu Xizi, and then fixed on Zhang Mofei in her hand. After watching for a while, he turned his gaze back to Lu Anyi, "I haven't found a suitable one yet. If there is a suitable hospital, I will definitely notify the family as soon as possible. .”

Lu Anyi looked at the doctor's face worriedly, "Doctor, I'm really afraid that Yang Yang won't be able to survive the next round of chemotherapy."

"Let's discuss it after Yifeng comes back." After the attending doctor finished speaking, he glanced at Zhang Mofei, then pushed open the door of Lu Zhenyang's ward and walked in. [

On the day of Aunt Qiong's funeral, the wind was sunny and the spring snow was like a galloping horse. All the snow on the ground had slipped. Lu Zhenyang sat in a wheelchair wrapped in a blanket, and Lu Anyi pushed him to stand in front of Aunt Qiong's grave.

Lu Anyi was wearing an elongated black down jacket, black leggings, and black leather boots and stood beside Pei Yifeng. Pei Yifeng was wearing a black suit and standing in front of Aunt Qiong's tomb. Did not rest well.

As soon as Xia Ting stood behind Lu Anyi and the others, Lu Anyi pulled her to stand in a row with them. The three of them bowed three times to Aunt Qiong, then turned and walked back on the road.