Seeing that the old man's eyes were red, Xia Yinian immediately pulled a paper towel and wiped his tears clean.

Put the paper towel aside and she pulled out a clean paper towel.

"Grandpa, Niannian is so happy that she tears. What about you? Are you happy to see me, too?"

He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes. Xia Yinian bit his lower lip and tried not to cry again.

"Read." suddenly, a hoarse and even weak voice sounded.

Xia Yinian was stunned and stopped all his actions.

Hearing that Grandpa actually spoke, Feng Yan immediately came over.

Xia Yinian bit her lips hard and endured tears. Then she whispered, "Grandpa, it's me. I'm Niannian. Do you remember me?"

Just after the words, Xia Yinian's tears came down again.

Suddenly, the big palm stretched out. The man grabbed the paper towel and wiped Xia Yinian's face.

Xia Yinian didn't notice. Her sight was always locked on the old man and never left.

"Grandpa, I'm a Yan. Do you still remember?" Feng Yan's voice sounded in Xia Yinian's ear.

The old man looked at the speaker, blinked all the time, opened his mouth slightly, but couldn't speak.

Looking at his uncomfortable appearance, Xia Yinian felt pain in his heart.

"Grandpa, don't worry! If you remember ah Yan, you blink once. If you don't remember, you blink twice, okay?"

Xia Yinian took the old man's palm and his voice was very soft.

"Well, from now on, do you remember your grandson Ayan?" Xia Yinian asked softly.

The old man blinked once and did nothing else.

"Ah Yan, Grandpa said he remembered me and you." Xia Yinian pulled Feng Yan's palm a little excitedly.

But unexpectedly, his hand was held by the other palm.

Glancing at Gu Beicheng on the right, Xia Yinian immediately released his hand holding Feng Yan's clothes.

Was Beicheng wiping her tears just now? Xia Yinian blinked, as if she remembered something.

Think about it. Two men, one left and one right, just seemed to be on the right. It should be Beicheng. That's right.

However, what happened to this guy today? When she was so excited, he still thought about it.

After two seconds of confusion, Xia Yinian took another look at the old man, let go of his hand and stood up.

"Ah Yan, why hasn't the doctor come yet? Grandpa, he..."

"Read..." the old man's hoarse voice sounded again, but there were only two words.

Looking down at his slightly moved index finger and middle finger, Xia Yinian immediately squatted down.

She carefully put her hand in the open palm of the old man, held her breath and looked at the still moving fingers.

Just then, three doctors came in from the outside.

Everyone's eyes were locked on the old man's moving fingers, as if waiting for a miracle.

Just one minute is like a long time.

The old man finally closed his hands and shook the young hand loosely.

"Read." the old man shouted again.

Looking up at the old man with a bead of sweat on his temples, Xia Yinian couldn't help crying anymore.

"Grandpa." "wow", she threw herself on his arm and burst into tears.

Even Feng Yan couldn't explain the situation in front of him. He could only look at him for a moment.

Grandpa tried so hard to grasp Niannian's hand. What does he want to express?

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