Her Sniper

Wen Shishi understood it as soon as he heard it. He opened the wooden box on one side and found the plate with the Heart Sutra on it. Although he hadn't used it yet, he fumbled and put the needle on the black plate. There was a mechanical rotation and a gentle and solemn chanting sound.

"This may be my last prayer and blessing to you. I have no regrets in my life, but I still can't let go. Child, I'm old. There are some things you have to do on your own. Protect yourself, protect your children, protect your home. "

Wen Shishi went to hold Mrs. Jiang's hand. Her eyes were full of tears, but she agreed firmly: "I know, I'm very lucky. Everyone's love and protection for me, I will be strong. No matter Mo Chen, you or my friends, I can't always be protected. I will be strong and protect the people I love. "

When Mrs. Jiang heard Wen Shishi's explanation, her locked brow finally stretched. Wen Shishi took her hand and gently kissed the back of her hand. That hand supported and protected the Jiang family for decades. She vowed that she would take over this responsibility and protect it well.

"You are also my beloved, so I will protect you."

Wen Shishi murmured, and then saw Mrs. Jiang reciting the Heart Sutra in a gentle voice. Her eyebrows gradually opened completely, her breath was even, and she fell asleep.

Wen Shishi saw that Mrs. Jiang was completely asleep. Then she left the room and closed the door. But soon after she left, she heard Wu's mother's cry of panic.

There's something wrong with Mrs. Jiang.

Wen Shishi hears Wu Ma's panic cry and rushes over.

Susan also heard the unusual movement in the room, and immediately ran into the room to check the situation. Seeing that everyone rushed to Mrs. Jiang's attic, she understood something. Worried that Wen Shishi could not bear it, she hurriedly searched for her figure and rushed to her side.

Sure enough, when Wen Shishi was running to the attic, she sprained her ankle and fell down. Fortunately, Susan arrived in time to help her.

"Are you all right?"

Seeing Susan's worry and concern, Wen Shishi cheered up and shook her head.

"It's OK. I'm here." Susan tightly took Wen Shishi's hand and let her body lean on her side. She said in a deep voice, "don't worry, it must be OK."

Although Mrs. Jiang has not been involved in business and family affairs in person for a long time, the whole family still regards her as the mainstay, which is a stable spiritual symbol. Now Mrs. Jiang is suddenly not well, and Jiang Mo is gone, so many people are flustered.

Wen Shishi wants to stand up and preside over the event, but her physical condition is special, so she feels dizzy after taking a few steps to lift her breath.

Susan saw Wen Shishi frowning and holding her forehead, went to hold her and said she would not let her handle anything.

"Quick, call the family doctor and bring him in as soon as possible. There are also arrangements for people to inform Jiang Moshen, Mr. Jiang, Mrs. Jiang, and Jiang Binbin. This can't be delayed. We must see them and make it clear that no one or anything can get in the way. "

After explaining a series of things, seeing that the housekeeper really wanted someone to send the task, Susan did not dare to delay for a moment, and helped Wen Shishi to Mrs. Jiang's room.

Mrs. Jiang was lying on the bed, looking very weak. Wu Ma stood by to wipe her tears.

Susan helped Wen Shishi to the bedside, and Wu Ma quickly found a soft stool to let her sit down. Then they consciously went out, leaving two relatives to talk quietly for a while.

"Wu Ma, what's the matter? I was fine when I saw Mrs. Jiang in the evening. "

Wu Ma grabbed the handkerchief and sobbed her head. "I don't know. When I saw my wife coming out of the old lady's room, I wanted to ask Mrs. Jiang if she would use the Anshen soup tonight. Then when I saw that Mrs. Jiang had fallen asleep, I went to see if the quilt was tightly covered. Unexpectedly I feel that Mrs. Jiang's breathing is not right. I'm flustered. I can't even wake up with a few calls. "

Susan didn't understand all of them, but after listening to and reading her description, she knew that Mrs. Jiang's breathing was out of order. Mrs. Jiang was so old that every time she got sick, it was a cruel encroachment on her body. This time, I'm afraid the situation was really bad. Susan looked anxiously at the door of the room that wasn't closed.

But in the room, Mrs. Jiang was very peaceful. Although she did not breathe well, there was no pain on her face. Wen Shishi called grandma twice with worry. Then Mrs. Jiang woke up.

"Shishi, here you are." Mrs. Jiang tugged at the corners of her mouth and reluctantly gave a smile.

"Grandma, it's my fault. It's my negligence just now." Wen Shishi regretted that she hadn't been watching or called the doctor earlier. She choked and almost couldn't speak.

"Don't cry, good boy." Mrs. Jiang reaches out her hand and caresses the tears on Wen Shishi's face. Her palm is very warm and gives people inexplicable peace of mind. Wen Shishi holds on tightly for fear that the warmth will pass from her hand.

"Well, I don't cry. I promised you that I would be strong and protect the people I love."

After listening to Wen Shishi's words, Mrs. Jiang smiles, but she coughs twice again because of lack of breath. She is so nervous that Wen Shishi clenches her hand.

"Silly boy, saying that making you strong doesn't make you cold. You are very kind and gentle. It's good to leave the hard side to the outside, especially those who want to hurt people. Only in this way can you leave the rare kindness to the people who care most. Although I don't want you to feel sad for me to leave, maybe it's all the way of life. "Wen Shishi's eyes were hot when he heard the words, and his tears began to flow down. However, after such a long speech, Mrs. Jiang could not keep up with her physical strength, so she asked Wen Shishi to help caress her back for a long time.

"Yes, if you want to cry, you can cry. Maybe you will have many occasions in the future when you have to face outsiders' hidden emotions and pretend to be strong, but you don't have to hide when you are close to people. You are you."

"Grandma." Wen Shishi sobbed, "I can't bear you. I haven't had time to be filial. Ann and the baby in her stomach haven't been filial to you."

But Mrs. Jiang said with a smile, "you are very filial. After you came to our house, I enjoyed a very happy life. I should thank you. As for ANN, children and grandchildren have their own happiness. It's time for you to grow up with them. "

The setting sun outside the window penetrates in and cages in the half length photo of Mrs. Jiang's room. The person in the photo is wearing a cheongsam with a beautiful face and delicate make-up. It seems that it is difficult to connect with the old man hanging on the bed. But those eyes are clear and firm after decades of wind and frost.

Wen Shishi sat by the bed, holding her hand and stroking the time marks like dead wood again and again, as if this could smooth the time marks.