Neighborhood lover: Come to my bowl!

Mu Qingtian can only live by thinking and remembering. I don't know how long it has passed. Several people have fallen asleep. Mu Qingtian suddenly woke up, and the light in the operating room just went out at this time.

Mu Qingtian wakes up the people around him.

The doctor came out from inside. Mu Qing rubbed his eyes vigorously, looked at the doctor's expression, and his heart sank.

"Who is the patient's family?" The doctor came over.

"We are all the children of the patient." Mu Qingtian stood in front and said that he was the eldest brother and he had always been the one in front,

"You go and see the patient first. Just these days, let's start preparing for the future." The doctor said calmly, with no emotion in his voice.

Seeing more about life and death, I have no feelings about these things. Life and death seem to be a big thing, but sometimes it is a small thing.

Mu Qingtian and none of them spoke, as if they had never accepted this sentence. Mu Huanjiang was also a little sad. Although his feelings with Mu Guohua were not very deep, it seemed that Mu Guohua was not very bad to himself, but did not fulfill his responsibility as a father.

Many times, Mu Huanjiang felt that he hated Mu Guohua very much. Why did he let himself speak out and come to this world? Why did he clearly know that he was an illegitimate child and still want to stay with him? Why did he stay with him and treat himself like this? But at this moment, he seemed to be nothing like him, but he felt sad, I felt as if I was pressed by a big stone.

Mu Qingtian first responded, "thank you, doctor." After saying thanks, Mu Qingtian took mu qiaoyang and they walked into the ward the doctor said.

Mu Qingtian was afraid to look at the old man with the rugged drummer on the bed. When did his father become like this and why did his father who once existed like a hero in his own world become like this now.

Mu ruoliau's tears, which had stopped, flowed down again. He had always been the unruly princess. In fact, he was the most beloved person in the family. His father cared more about himself than his other brothers. Therefore, now, he can't describe his inner activities at all.

Soon, a doctor came.

"The current patients are anesthetics that haven't failed. They should wake up tomorrow morning, but there is a great possibility that they won't wake up. You should be mentally prepared. Even if the patients wake up, they won't last long, so try to meet all the requirements of the elderly." The doctor said quietly.

Mu Qingtian listened quietly, "OK, we know." Mu Qingtian said.

"You go back tonight. I'll watch here." Mu Qingtian said to them.

"No, brother, I want to stay."

"We should stay. You can't be here alone."

Even Mu Huanjiang nodded.

Mu Qingtian endured his tears and nodded.

Maybe this time, this group of people get together to feel at home. Several men gave up their beds to Mu ruoliau, and mu ruoliau didn't postpone it. I know it's no use putting it off. I can't let the big man sleep in bed.

"Brother, I can't sleep." As if a long time had passed, mu ruoliau still didn't sleep. He opened his eyes, looked at Mu Qingtian sitting beside him and said.

"What's the matter?" Mu Qingtian doesn't seem to be asleep either. At this time and in this atmosphere, no one should be able to sleep.

Mu Qingtian stood up and sat to sleep. It was still very uncomfortable. Now his waist is a little sour.

"I don't know. Let's talk." Mu ruoliau turns around and looks at Mu Qingtian.

"Brother, we haven't had a good chat like this for a long time." Mu ruoliau said with great feeling.

"Yes, think about when we were young. Now, we have grown up." Mu Qingtian looked at his favorite little sister and said.

"I never thought my father would be like this. When my father fainted before, I just thought that maybe one day, my father would wake up again, but before I saw that day, I was told that my father was leaving."

"Brother, have you ever hated your mother?" Mu ruoliau's eyes glittered in the night.

Mu Qingtian was silent. To tell the truth, I have never thought about this problem. I once wanted to escape from this family and ignore Xiao Meiqin's opposition. But when it comes to whether I have hated or not, Mu Qingtian really doesn't know. It seems to be an unsolvable problem.

"I don't know." Mu Qingtian's answer can only be this.

"To tell you the truth, I hated my mother's behavior before. I think sister-in-law Yun ZhuRan is a good woman. My mother just makes things difficult because ZhuRan was not born in a rich family. I think it's too much." Mu ruoliau's words are kind, but in Mu Qingtian's eyes, it is not his mother who hurt Yun ZhuRan, but himself, the man Yun ZhuRan once loved.

Mu Qingtian understands yunzhuran's character and knows that yunzhuran can stand all the blows, even if Xiao Meiqin obstructs it in every way. But what does the man he loves do?

"Ruo Liu, stop talking. In fact, it can't be all mom's fault." Mu Qingtian said. But I didn't hear mu ruoliau's answer for a long time. I think I fell asleep.

Mu Qingtian got up alone and looked at the brothers around him. In the past, the relationship between them was so complex, but in this place, in front of Mu Guohua, they were just brothers and nothing else.

Mu Qingtian walks out of the ward alone. The corridor of the hospital is always filled with a sad atmosphere. Mu Qingtian is thinking about how much grief has appeared and how much happiness has been lost on the road he now has.

Soon, there will be tears on this road.

Mu Qingtian has not experienced the departure of his relatives. Just experienced the departure of Long Yue. That kind of pain may not be comparable to the pain in the near future.

He is the eldest son of the family and the proud son of his father. In his childhood, he was happy at his father's knee. At that time, his father was a great hero in his eyes, but now, looking at the skinny old man on the hospital bed. Mu Qingtian's mood is difficult to calm down.

In fact, think about it, there is little communication between myself and my father, and my father rarely participates in his feelings.