Mr. Lu, how about divorce today?

Le Zhao looked at him stupidly. Fu Cheng took out his handkerchief and pressed it on Le Zhao's cheek to wipe away the tears. "You want to know, don't you want to know why dad doesn't know you exist? You don't want to know what he wants to say to you? You already know that he is in the last stage of his life, and can make a person who counts down his life die

Le Zhao slowly stopped her emotion, and her tears didn't fall down any more.

Fu Cheng took back the pressure on Le Zhao's shoulder, "as long as you go in to see dad and talk to him, I can promise you a request, anything."

A strong person is domineering even in his attitude of asking for help.

Yue Zhao didn't make a sound, but he calmed down a lot, "OK."

Take a deep breath and Le Zhao walks in again.

She has no memory of her father, not even of how he died. A character who is like a symbol to her appears in front of her vividly and stereoscopically, or is she about to die

Le Zhao pressed the haze in her heart and summoned up the courage to go to the bedside.

"Dad."

Fu Cheng came in with Le Zhao, quietly bent down and whispered in the pale man's ear, "Dad, I've brought my sister. Here comes the music. "

The people on the bed were very thin, almost out of shape, feeling that only a layer of skin was left to stick on the bones. He must have had chemotherapy and almost lost his hair. Le Zhao's heart was filled with pain. He should not be 60 years old, but he had reached the end of his life.

The patient who had been sleeping in the end woke up.

He has a pair of beautiful eyes, if not sick to this point, he must be a very handsome and charming middle-aged man.

The eyes moved. The dull eyes seemed to be filled with light, and then the whole world was bright.

The heavy air of death was swept away.

Fu Cheng holds Le Zhao's wrist and puts her hand to the man's.

"Take care of it."

The husky voice of a man is very low, and he can't hear anything if he doesn't work hard.

Yue Zhao leaned down and approached him. I am

The man depicts the girl in front of him with his eyes. She is very beautiful. Her eyebrows are vivid and picturesque, just like the person in memory.

"Take care of it."

"I'm sorry."

"Dad forgot you."

Every time he said a word, it took a lot of effort. Every time he finished a sentence, he breathed deeply.

Yue Zhao's eyes are sour. She tries to open her eyes wide and suppress the urge to cry.

Dad said he forgot her. Why did he forget her? But mom always said he was dead.

Fu Cheng said that this is the enmity of the previous generation.

What happened in those years?

"Have a good rest first."

In the face of this strange family member, Le Zhao did not know what to say, "you will get better."

The man showed a helpless smile, "mmm."

"Zhaozhao, you look like your mother."

The smile at the corner of his mouth gradually deepened, and his eyes moved from Le Zhao's face to the ceiling, looking into the distant sky.

That's where Le Zhao couldn't reach. She thought maybe he was looking in the direction of heaven.

If you die, you may see someone who has left before you die.

In fact, Le Zhao wants to say that she doesn't look very much like her mother. Yu Lian is really like her mother, much more than her.

"Mom died when I was 15." Le Zhao takes out a family photo from her wallet, which is the last photo taken by her mother and Le Zhao before she died.

"She's not your mother." He took a look. "She's your mother's best friend."

Stunned for half a minute, Le Zhao found her voice and stammered, "you What did you say... "

He closed his eyes slightly, obviously exhausted after saying so much.

"Fu Cheng."

He called his son, who had been silent, "take care of her."

Fu Cheng look a Su, swear general solemnity, "I will, Dad."

Suddenly a woman's voice came out of the door, "let me in! I'm his wife! Why can't I go in and see him? Even if he is dying, the only one who should accompany him is me. Not that Chinese woman! "

Fucheng can imagine his mother's fury outside.

She lost her mind, possessive paranoid to terrible people, once found that love out of control, will become particularly terrible.

Le looked after his father. He closed his eyes and was very cold.

Look at Fucheng again, the strong man's face has a look of irresistible.

It is estimated that the one who keeps making noise outside should be his mother.

"Dad, can't you forgive mom?" Fu Cheng opened his mouth cautiously and pleaded, "you and her husband and wife, she really loves you too much."

Dad didn't respond.What did he do to make his husband refuse to let his wife see him for the last time.

"Take care of it." Dad suddenly called her name, "can you call me?"

In the face of his pleading eyes, Le Zhao seemed to be blocked up for a moment.

The people in the hospital bed have been waiting for her, and the light in their eyes is gradually disappearing.

Le Zhao felt that he was gradually loosening his hand.

Like quicksand from the fingers inside the slip, but powerless feeling, Le Zhao moved the lip, "Dad."

Tears fell on the dark sheets, drop by drop, and it seemed as if there was a light rain:

"if I call you dad, can you live?"

There was no response.

The hand she was holding drooped weakly.

The alarm of the machine rings in the room, and the fluctuating heartbeat pattern becomes a line, and there will be no more ups and downs.

The man on the bed closed his eyes and his mouth was filled with a satisfied smile.

Le Zhao looked at it stupidly, and the pain filled his heart.

She sent off the father she had just met.

The door suddenly burst out of a woman's painful wail, "how can you do this to me!"

It was a heartbreaking sound.

The door of the room was pushed open at this time. The housekeeper who brought Le Zhao in just now was sad. "Madam passed out."

"Take it away."

Fucheng didn't have any feelings. Unlike his son who spoke gently in front of his father just now, he was more indifferent to his mother.

"Young master."

"Follow my father's will."

Fu Cheng stood by the bed, and unlike Le Zhao, who cried into tears, he seemed more calm and restrained.

As the only heir in the family, he spoke with great authority, and the housekeeper bowed his head and stepped back.

The room was quiet again.

At this time the lawyer came in and read the will.

Le Zhao didn't pay attention to what was in the will, and she didn't care. She came here to see her father for the last time.

"Miss Le?"

The lawyer was calling her name, but there was no response.

Looking at Fucheng, he nodded to him, and the lawyer withdrew.

"Do you want to go back today or leave after Dad's funeral?"

Fu Cheng asked her.