Mr. Fu treats her like life

Chapter 35 If possible, why doesn't he want to be her lonely lamp in the dark port for a long time?
There is a soft wind blowing in, rolling in a comfortable coolness.

In the silence where the light circulated, An Nuan sat quietly in front of the hospital bed, gently holding the old man's rough hand with her white hand.

Eyelashes drooping, heart sour.

Those wrinkled hands, like fallen pine bark, have sacrificed so much blood and sweat to shelter her from the wind and rain?

At this moment, holding a hand that has been baptized by the years and will age just like her face, what An Nuan feels is not unfamiliar roughness, but a different kind of warmth.

Warm and reassuring.

It was as if the heart had found a habitat.

Unknowingly, hot tears fell down and dripped onto the back of the old man's hand.

The forehead lines engraved with stories moved, and the old man slowly opened his eyes.

What I saw was a face sobbing silently.

"Nuannuan, silly girl, why are you crying?" The voice was still kind and gentle, except...a little older.

"Grandpa, you're awake," An Nuan immediately raised her head when she heard the familiar voice.

There was a grin on the corner of his mouth, and a distressed crystal flashed in his eyes.

"Aren't you going to work today?"

"No, I'll come over to see you sometime." An Nuan said as she wiped away the tears on her face, "Grandpa, what do you want for lunch? I'll make it for you."

"You're busy with work, so it's good for grandpa to eat from the hospital." The old man said with a smile, "Nuan Nuan, go to work, and come see me when you have time."

Raising her wrist to look at the time, An Nuan nodded, "Okay, then, Grandpa, take a good rest, I'll come see you after get off work."

Taking a deep breath, An Nuan stood up and walked outside.

"Nuannuan," there was a little silence, and a slightly sad voice sounded behind him, but it was also calm, calm and helpless.

He said: "The tree is thousands of feet tall, and the leaves fall back to their roots. If...that day comes, I will send my grandfather back to Jicheng."

If he could, why didn't he want to be her lonely lamp in the dark port for a long time?
The fingers on the doorknob froze suddenly, and then trembled unnoticed.

Looking at the blurred but increasingly clear self in the glass window, she avoided choking, and spoke cautiously, but only simply.

She said: "Grandpa, don't worry, Nuan Nuan has grown up."

After speaking, he walked out without looking back.

All that was left was the silence of the room, and a heavy sigh.

"Ah—" Mi Qing, who was looking down at the record sheet, collided with the visitor, and his glasses almost fell off the bridge of his nose.

"I'm sorry," An Nuan quickly helped her up, "Xiaoqing, are you okay?"

"No, it's okay," Mi Qing fixed his glasses, and saw An Nuan's red eyes as soon as he looked up, "Doctor Shi, you..."

"I'm fine." An Nuan raised her lips and smiled, "Xiao Qing, please take good care of my grandfather, and besides, tell me immediately if he has any problems these days, you understand?"

Now, she only has her grandfather as her relative.There are some things... She really can't imagine, and she can't imagine.

"Oh, good." Xiaoqing glanced at the ward behind her, nodded in understanding, and said, "Doctor Shi, don't worry. Also, you should also pay attention to your health."

"Well, thank you." Sometimes, moving is such a simple word of concern.

An Nuan thinks that she is not a person who likes to shrink back when things happen, so most of the time, she is quite clear.

So, when the figure standing against the light appeared, she walked over decisively.

　I ignore myself just to meet you.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)