Xia You Arbor: Looking to Heaven

Chapter 139 Seeing You Again, It's Alone

Chapter 139 Seeing You Again, It's Alone (2)
Tang Xiaotian sat on the sofa with his head down, fingers crossed on his knees, and described Qu Weiran with a disgusted expression: "He is 26 years old, 1 meters tall, and weighs about 82 kilograms. He came to Chicago for medical treatment a year ago. sick."

"Cure?" Shan Shan tilted his head and said with a smile, "Going to the hospital? It would be easier to find it! I'll help you find out tomorrow."

Shan Shan's mother lived in almost all the good hospitals in Chicago when she was treated here, and Shan Shan naturally went to and from the hospital frequently, and met many doctors and nurses.

Seeing her enthusiastic look, Tang Xiaotian thanked her from the bottom of his heart: "Thank you, Shan Shan."

"Why are you being polite to me?" Shan Shan waved his hand indifferently, and then asked, "Why are you looking for him?"

Tang Xiaotian was startled, his expression turned cold, his eyes were calm, his lips were pursed, and he didn't say a word. Under the dancing candlelight, his handsome face looked hostile.Just because he was scared by his appearance, she didn't dare to ask again, and she didn't know if it was too cold in the room or what, she picked up the candle on the table tremblingly and said: "Brother Xiaotian, it's too cold, how about we Rest today, let's talk tomorrow."

The two walked up to the second floor by the faint candlelight, and only arranged him in the guest room. The guest room had not been lived in for a long time, and there was a bit of dusty smell in the air. Before, she opened the cabinet door, pulled out two quilts and threw them on the bed, and then found a set of bedding in the cabinet below and threw them over. The cotton made her nose itchy. She rubbed her nose and sneezed and said, "Well , one less pillow, I'll get it."

As she spoke, she ran to her room next door with a candle. The bed was full of dolls. She picked out a flat pink piggy that could be used as a pillow and hugged it. It was just this effort, and then went to the guest room to have a look. Tang Xiaotian The bed sheet has been laid, the quilt has been put on, and the whole bed has been tidied up.

"Wow!" Shan Shan exclaimed, "You move too fast!"

"It's nothing, I was trained as a soldier." Tang Xiaotian's tone was low-key, and he didn't think it was anything special.

"Hey, here's your pillow." Shan Shan threw the pink piglet to him, and he reached out to catch it. She took two steps back, stood outside the door, held the handle, and said with a chuckle, "You have a good rest." , call me when it’s cold, there are two quilts in my mother’s room.”

Tang Xiaotian nodded, but did not speak.

Shan Shan smiled, pulled the doorknob, and wanted to close the door for him, but suddenly heard Tang Xiaotian calling her: "Shan Shan."

"En?" Shan Shan turned her head and smiled.

Tang Xiaotian raised his voice and said, "Good night."

The simple smile froze on her face, she opened her mouth, and after a while, she let out a substandard sound from her throat: "Good night..."

After finishing speaking, she immediately closed the room and stood outside the door blankly, ah... how long has it been.

How long has no one said good night to her.

It's been so long that she can't remember clearly.

She bit her lip, raised her head, smiled forcefully, and told herself forcefully not to cry, she promised her mother to be a simple and happy girl.

Because I promised so seriously, my mother left with peace of mind, didn't she?

Four years ago, when Shan Shan's mother was dying, she was so thin that she didn't even have a trace of flesh. She was lying on the bed like a mummy, her white skin was tightly wrapped around her bones, and her closed eyes were full of the shadow of death. With a head without even a single hair, blue blood vessels burst out, she can no longer move, and it is difficult for her to even speak a complete sentence. She can only survive on drips and a ventilator every day. Such a patient, just looking at it makes people feel uncomfortable. I feel terrible, just looking at it makes people think, if I can only live like this, I might as well die.

At that time, the 13-year-old Shan Shan was still wearing cute double ponytails, sitting next to her mother, reading the newspaper, which was in Chinese, and every time she encountered a word she couldn’t read, she would take it to her mother and ask, “Mom, what’s wrong with you?” What is the word?"

Mom closed her eyes and was speechless.

Just as if I got an answer from my mother, I smiled and said: "I know, Mom wants me to look it up in the dictionary, right?"

Shan Shan picked up her schoolbag, turned out the dictionary, and began to turn pages one by one. Shan Shan's mother tilted her head, looked at her daughter, and breathed hard. Live, even if it's hard.

Shan Shan found the word, jumped up happily and said: "I found it, it's a difficult word!"

Mom took a deep breath, but it seemed like she couldn’t catch it. She couldn’t breathe. Her weak hands and feet began to twist and twitch. She struggled in extreme pain. The alarm light on the bedside began to light up. After a while, the doctor The nurse rushed in, and after a while of resuscitating, the breath came on.

Shan Shan tightly squeezed the newspaper in his hand and stared at it blankly. The doctors and nurses thought she was petrified, stroked her hair, comforted her, and filed out.

Shan Shan gently closed the newspaper, walked over, sat by the bed, and looked at the mother who was living extremely hard. Such struggles and rescue scenes were repeated several times a day.

She has been nervous, scared, crying and screaming from the beginning, and now she has accepted this fact.

Shan Shan gently hugged her skinny mother, lying on her chest, listening to her heartbeat as she did when she was a child, it was so weak, so weak that she couldn't even hear it.Shan Shan took her mother's hand and said softly: "Mom, are you sad? You must be sad. You have been lying on the bed, unable to move or speak, wanting to give up and worrying about me, right? The doctor said, you can hold on It's been a miracle for two years."

(End of this chapter)

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