Mr. Lu is very ill

Chapter 23

Sunshine is always in a good mood after a lot of messy things after the storm. Maybe it’s because she has dealt with the phone calls from the school teacher, or maybe her mother who has been asking her to go back to school suddenly has something to do with the company and goes back early...

What made Song Shi even more delighted than these was that grandma woke up.

There was just a snowfall in the county last night, and the dead branches outside the window pressed a little bit of snow. The old man was holding a cup of hot tea, probably because the sharpness had been worn away by the years. She looked out of the window, her brows and eyes looked extraordinarily peaceful.

Song Shi finished peeling an apple and handed it over, "Here."

Grandma looked at the apple in her hand and smiled, "Eat it."

Grandma didn't pick it up, and she didn't force it. She bit her mouth and didn't open her mouth. She just held it in her mouth, groped in her pocket for a while, and took out the phone.

WeChat and text messages are blank.

His eyebrows frowned.

Really angry?

Song Shi took a big bite of the apple depressedly, and when she raised her eyelids, she saw grandma's deep eyes, with a smile on her lips, her heart skipped a beat, as if panicked by someone who saw through her at a glance, she subconsciously covered her phone and turned her back to the sky.

"Is there someone you like?" Grandma's voice is always soft, like spring rain nourishing people's hearts.

Song Shi was almost choked to death by this mouthful of apple, she choked violently a few times, tears came out, she recovered for a while, and immediately shook her head, "No, why are you asking this?"

Grandma took a sip of hot tea, took a sip, and shook her head, "Not honest."

There is still a bit of complaint in it.

Song Shi didn't know whether to be angry or laugh: "No."

"I don't know you yet?"

Song Shi was speechless, but he couldn't be angry with her, so he could only gnaw on the apple angrily, took a big mouthful of the broken apple, chewed it anxiously in the future, and said vaguely: "You say so."

Grandma smiled and asked, "What does the young man look like?"

She replied without hesitation: "Human beings."

"Of course I know that she looks like a human, or else she looks like a dog?"

I don't know what happened, but when grandma said he looked like a dog, Lu Xiao's appearance last night automatically popped up in her mind, with a cold look in his eyes, and he was scary even when he wasn't smiling, like a wolf dog.

She snorted, "That might be."

"Come on... My raised granddaughter likes a person who looks like a dog. Why don't you just tell me that you like dogs, so that I can think about it."

Song Poetry: ...

What a mess, she scratched her head a few times in annoyance.

The phone vibrated twice.

Zhong Qing was displayed on the screen.

Her face changed slightly.

"I'm going out to answer the phone."

Grandma smiled and nodded, but her eyes were very sharp.

Song Shi walked outside the door of the ward and connected the phone.

"Hey."

There was not much emotion in Zhong Qing's phone call, "The ticket has been booked for you, at 6 pm."

She grabbed the phone tightly, the tip of her heart was so cold, "When did I say I wanted to go back?"

Zhong Qing: "There is no room for rejection. You must go back by car at six o'clock today, or you will go back to your grandfather's house. I don't want custody."

Song Shi's hands trembled, his nerves collapsed into a string, and he couldn't speak.

"For half a day, take good care of your grandma." Zhong Qing's tone was a little softer this time.

Her voice was rough, "Got it."

The phone hangs up.

Song Shi returned to the ward.

Grandma probably guessed a bit, "Are you going back?"

She nodded.

"Hey..." Grandma sighed, "I'm sorry for your mother."

Song poetry is speechless.

"Her marriage was built by me alone, and now it has become like this, and I have a large part of the responsibility."

"She really looks like me when I was young."

"Xiaoshi, in fact, your mother... is quite bitter, please be more considerate to her."

The snow at the end of December was very cold, and the red plums outside the window showed their posture, opening their buds gracefully, leaving only the weeds growing in embarrassment.

Learn tolerance from an early age.

This was the first lesson her unfortunate family had taught her.

(End of this chapter)