Chapter 300 282: Turmoil, Use Your Life to Protect Song Hua!

Mrs. Song just listened.

There was no expression on his face.

Neither agreed nor vetoed.

It was impossible to guess what was going on in her mind.

Si Yue frowned slightly.

She thought that after she made this suggestion, Mrs. Song would immediately go to Jiulong Temple to pray for Song Hua on her knees and knees.

Unexpectedly, Mrs. Song hesitated.

People are really selfish.

Even if the other party is his own granddaughter.

This old thing is too greedy for life and afraid of death.

Si Yue's eyes were full of sarcasm, she picked up the lunch box at the side, and took out a bowl of porridge with vegetables and yams.

"Grandma Song, no matter what, you should eat something first."

"Yes." Mrs. Song took the lunch box.

It may be because Mrs. Song is in a bad mood and has no appetite, so the dinner is relatively light.

Vegetable and yam porridge, two pieces of millet cake, and a small plate of appetizing pickles.

Old Mrs. Song sat down, slowly sipping porridge and pickles.

Before Si Yue returned to the intensive care unit, Song Xiuwei was talking to Li Yun, Yun Shiyao and Zhou Zi.

"Children, I really worked hard for you today! There is an exam tomorrow, and I arranged for a driver to take you back to school. It's fine if Huahua has me and your aunt here."

Li Yu said: "Uncle, why don't the four of us take turns staying here with you and Auntie tonight?"

Song Hua was seriously ill.

They were really worried about leaving Song Xiuwei, Zheng Mei, and the elderly Mrs. Song behind.

Song Xiuwei squeezed out a smile, "It's okay, Huahua's two older brothers will be here soon. Children, your uncle and auntie have received your favor. If you are really worried, come and visit Huahua after the exam tomorrow. "

Zhou Zi continued: "Uncle, don't worry about you, auntie and grandma, Huahua will be fine for sure."

Yun Shiyao, who had always spoken very little, continued, "Xiao Zi is right, Huahua is such a nice person, there will definitely be a miracle."

Miracle?

Hearing this sentence, the corner of Si Yue's mouth twitched into a mocking arc.

If miracles were so easy to happen, they wouldn't be called miracles.

this time.

Song Wei is dead.

This is her retribution.

Although she thought so in her heart, Si Yue didn't show it. Instead, she trotted up to a few people, looked at Song Xiuwei and said, "Uncle, Huahua will be fine! We are all waiting for Huahua to get better." !"

"En." Song Xiuwei nodded, and sent the four of them to the hospital gate.

Seeing the four of them get into the car with their own eyes, they turned around and went back to the hospital.

Back at the hospital, Song Xiuwei came to Zheng Mei's ward.

The doctor just came out after checking the room.

Song Xiuwei walked to the doctor, "Doctor, how is my wife?"

"Mr. Song, don't worry, Mrs. Song's health is fine, she's just a little anxious." Having said that, the doctor sighed and said in relief: "Mr. Song, all the top experts in our hospital are now customizing for Miss Song. According to the plan, I believe that Miss Song will definitely get better."

"thank you."

The conference room on the 23rd floor of the hospital.

The dean sat in front of the conference table, his expression was not very good.

After a while, Dr. Hu said: "Dean, Miss Song's current situation is very pessimistic. Unless...unless we can invite the genius doctor Su Wen, otherwise."

Please go to Suwen?

How can this be?

The miracle doctor Su Wen can heal the dead.

pity.

The dragon sees the end but does not see the head.

It is impossible for ordinary people to see her.

Hearing this, the dean frowned slightly, "Do you have any other plans?"

"Miss Song's main problem now is that she can't find the cause." Professor Li said.

Without a cause, you cannot prescribe the right medicine.

Since there is no way to prescribe the right medicine, how can there be a plan?

Professor Wang said: "I heard that Mr. Suwen has a very proud student named Na Tuyuan. If you can contact Mr. that, it may help Miss Song's situation."

The dean finalized the plan, "Then use all connections to contact Mr. Song. I will also communicate with Mr. Song."

The Song family has great power in the capital.

It shouldn't be hard to find someone.

But the difficulty lies in that this person is Mr. Su Wen's apprentice.

Mr. Su Wen is an expert in the world.

Her apprentice is naturally not an ordinary person.

the other side.

After dinner.

Mrs. Song came to the intensive care unit.

She was leaning on a cane, just looking inside through a thick layer of glass.

Song Hua was still lying on the hospital bed.

His face was very pale.

If it wasn't for the beating heart rate monitor at the side, almost no one would have noticed that this person still had vital signs.

At the entrance of the intensive care unit, a cat and a dog were sitting on the left and the right.

Like a gatekeeper.

Seeing Mrs. Song approaching, Baozi lowered his head, walked up to her, and sobbed a few times.

Like a wounded child.

The old lady Song bent down and patted Baozi's head, and said with a smile, "It's okay, Baozi, I, Huahuafu, have a great life, and I'm sure I can get through this smoothly."

"Wang."

Baozi yelled, as if echoing Mrs. Song's words.

In fact, it knows everything.

It's just a furry kid who can't speak.

Ever since Song Hua was sent to the hospital, buns and steamed buns stopped eating. Even if they were stuffed into their mouths, they would still be spit out immediately.

"Good boy." Mrs. Song touched Baozi's head and took out the dog food, "Shall we have a bite?"

Baozi took a sip, then walked to the door of the intensive care unit and sat down.

When walking, I accidentally stepped on the tail of the steamed bun.

In normal times, this action is no different from touching a tiger's butt.

But today, Mantou didn't even turn his head.

The two of them sat side by side in front of the door, looking at Song Hua inside without moving.

Looking at these two furry children, Mrs. Song had managed to control her emotions, and now she was on the verge of collapse again.

It is said that small animals are the most human.

Could it be

No.

Will not.

Song Wei will definitely be fine.

This child's life is too miserable.

He was taken away on purpose since he was a child, and he lived a lot of hardships. Now he finally returned home, and he was seriously ill again after two days of safe life.

Mrs. Song covered her mouth, trembling all over.

She tried her best to hold back the tears.

"mom."

At this moment, Song Xiuwei's voice sounded in the air.

Mrs. Song looked back.

It's just a day.

Song Xiuwei seemed to be more than ten years old, his face was full of vicissitudes, his daughter was lying in the intensive care unit, but as a father, he was helpless, he could only watch helplessly as his daughter's situation became more and more dangerous.

This is a great blow to a father.

But in front of Mrs. Song, he couldn't express too much sadness.

The old lady is getting old.

Where can it stand the toss.

The old lady Song looked at Song Xiuwei, thinking that she couldn't show too much sadness in front of her son. As a mother, she couldn't hold back. At this time, she wanted to be her son's strongest backing.

The old lady Song took a deep breath, looked at Song Xiuwei with a smile, "Is Amei okay?"

"It's nothing serious, you don't have to worry," the words fell, and Song Xiuwei then asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

"I've eaten." Mrs. Song nodded, and then asked, "Where are Bo Chen and Bo Yuan? When will they be back?"

"It's on the way, and it's said that it will be there in half an hour." Song Xiuwei continued: "Mom, let me ask the driver to take you home to rest, as long as I am here at the hospital."

After the words fell, Song Xiuwei said again: "Xiu Wei and Xiu Wei are also on their way."

"Okay, then I'll go back first." At this point, Mrs. Song seemed to have thought of something, and continued: "I'm going to Jiulong Temple to pray for Huahua tomorrow, and I may have to come later."

"I'll let Ah Mei go with you." Song Xiuwei said.

"No need," Mrs. Song said pretending to be relaxed, "Don't forget, your old lady and I have been on the battlefield before."

Zheng Mei can't even take care of herself now, how can she take care of her?

"Alright then, be safe."

Before leaving, Mrs. Song looked back at Song Wei who was lying on the hospital bed, "Xiuwei, I'm going back first. If there is anything wrong with Huahua, please remember to inform me."

"OK."

Song Xiuwei sent Mrs. Song to the gate of the hospital and told the driver to drive carefully.

Watching the car disappear into the distance, Song Xiuwei took out the cigarette in his pocket, took out the lighter, and lit the cigarette.

A tall man of 1.89 meters was just squatting in the corner of the hospital entrance, smoking a cigarette heavily.

The figure is lonely.

About ten minutes or so.

Song Xiuwei sorted out his emotions and walked to the hospital.

"Mr. Song."

At this moment, the dean walked over here.

"Dean Liu." Song Xiuwei stopped and looked at the dean.

The dean continued: "Mr. Song, Miss Song's condition is really strange. Now, only one person can diagnose Miss Song's condition."

Before he could finish his sentence, Song Xiuwei hurriedly interrupted, "Who?"

"As long as this person can save Huahua, I'm willing to go bankrupt!"

Don't talk about breaking the bank.

He could even exchange his own life for Song Hua's.

The dean understood Song Xiuwei's mood very well, "It's Na Tuyuan, the apprentice of the genius doctor Suwen."

That primitive.

Song Xiuwei had also heard of this person.

but

It is said that Tu Yuan is very similar to the genius doctor Su Wen in character.

Some withdrawn.

Often do something unexpected.

For example, go to the primeval forest alone to live for three or five days.

It is not an easy task to find that primitive.

At the end of the sentence, the dean continued: "That Tuyuan is Mr. Su Wen's most proud disciple, and he has done his best to inherit Mr. Su Wen's true biography. I believe that as long as I find that Tuyuan, then Miss Song will definitely be saved."

"Thank you Dean, I'll find a way right away."

Even if he tried everything, he still wanted to find that primitive.

"Yeah." The dean nodded.

After saying goodbye to the dean, Song Xiuwei asked his assistant to offer a reward of tens of millions.

As long as someone can help him find that primitive, a reward of 10 million will be offered.

A reward of one million is offered for clues related to that primitive.

"dad!"

At this moment, Song Bochen and Song Boyuan hurried in from the door.

"Bo Chen, Bo Yuan."

Seeing his sons come back, Song Xiuwei heaved a sigh of relief.

"Where is little sister now?"

Song Xiuwei replied, "In the intensive care unit."

ICU.

Hearing this answer, the two brothers were stunned.

Although they knew that Song Hua was seriously ill.

But they never expected that they would be admitted to the intensive care unit.

boom.

Song Bochen's cell phone fell directly to the ground, and then quickly ran towards the intensive care unit.

I couldn't even pick up my phone.

Song Bochen also quickly caught up with Song Bochen.

soon.

The brothers arrived at the door of the intensive care unit.

Beep beep——

The air was filled with the sound of medical equipment and the pungent smell of disinfectant.

"Hua Hua!"

Song Boyuan couldn't accept this fact, his footsteps softened, and he almost fainted.

Fortunately, he held on to the wall in time.

That's why it didn't fall.

Song Bochen didn't dare to accept this fact, and walked up to Song Xiuwei, "Dad, what's going on? Did the doctor say what kind of disease Huahua is?"

Before he left home, Song Wei was still alive and kicking.

Because this business trip will be relatively long, and he doesn't know if he can come back before the New Year, Song Hua also specifically asked him to come back before the first day of the new year.

Because Mrs. Song made an appointment with the photographer.

Early in the morning on the first day of the new year, I asked the photographer to come and take pictures.

can now.

He came back, but Song Hua was lying in the intensive care unit.

Song Xiuwei's hair turned gray almost overnight, "At first, Huahua just had a cold and a fever, but for some reason, after one night, she fell into a coma. Now the doctor can't diagnose the cause, so they can't operate on Huahua."

Speaking of this, Song Xiuwei continued: "However, if the dean says that Tuyuan, the apprentice of the genius doctor Suwen, can cure Huahua, I have issued a reward order now."

"The primitive?"

Hearing this name, Song Boyuan came over immediately, "I have a friend who seems to know him!"

Hearing this, Song Xiuwei's eyes lit up, "Really?"

Song Boyuan immediately took out his mobile phone, "I'll contact my friend right away."

But it's a pity.

Friends have not contacted that primitive for a long time.

During the training time, Tu Yuan didn't bring his mobile phone to avoid outside interference.

Song Boyuan continued: "Li Hao, do you know other people who also know that tuyuan? My sister is in critical condition, please! As long as you can help me get in touch with that tuyuan, I will definitely thank you very much!"

"Brother, don't worry, your sister is my sister, I will contact you right away, you wait for my news."

"OK, thanks."

Song Bochen is also using all his network to contact that figure.

The night passed quickly.

The next morning.

Other relatives of the Song family also rushed to the hospital.

Sitting in front of the hospital bed, Chu Liangyu comforted Zheng Mei, "Sister-in-law, you must hold on now, what if Huahua wakes up and can't see you?"

Zhao Ping nodded, "Second sister-in-law is right. Sister-in-law, your most important task now is to take care of yourself and not let Huahua worry about you."

Zheng Mei's mentality has completely collapsed, and she cried: "My Yanyan is so pitiful, she was taken to the orphanage when she was so young, and she didn't live a good day in her adoptive parents' house. Little He was pushed onto the operating table at a young age and had his liver cut."

"It's all my fault, I didn't take good care of Yanyan, I deserve to die."

Chu Liangyu didn't hold back either, she turned her head away and wiped the tears from her eyes.

Song Hua was supposed to be the little princess held in the hands of the Song family.

But this kind of thing happened.

It's not easy for this kid.

Zhao Ping patted Zheng Mei on the back, "Sister-in-law, you trust me. Huahua will be fine. Now that Huahua is lying on the hospital bed, what she needs most is your concern. At this time, you must be strong and give Come on, Huahua."

"Sister-in-law, if even you fall down, how can you let Huahua hold on?"

This sentence was like a stick, and Zheng Mei was dealt a severe blow directly.

Take a hit.

Also instantly awake.

right.

Zhao Ping is right.

She has to be strong.

She wanted to meet Song Wei in her best condition.

Zheng Mei immediately sat up from the hospital bed, "Xiaoping, I'm hungry."

She wants to eat.

She couldn't make Song Hua worry about herself.

Hearing this, Zhao Ping smiled gratifiedly, and immediately ordered the servants to prepare meals for Zheng Mei.

Zheng Mei got up to freshen up.

Soon, she was completely new.

Zhao Ping and Chu Liangyu looked at each other, and they both saw a look of relief in each other's eyes.

They were really afraid that Zheng Mei would never recover from the fall.

At that time, Song Hua recovered, but Zheng Mei fell down.

Seven forty in the morning.

Yu Tingzhi walked out of the airport on time.

He didn't even prepare to salute, took out his phone, and turned off the airplane mode.

Messages on WeChat kept popping up.

It was Yun Shiyao who replied.

[Mr. Yu, something happened to Huahua! 】

Seeing this news, Yu Tingzhi frowned.

He didn't have time to read other news, so he directly dialed the voice call.

Yun Shiyao was on the way to the hospital by car with Zhou Zi, Li Yan, and Si Yue.

"Huanhua's situation is not very good, and she is really in the capital hospital now."

"ICU."

After listening to this sentence.

Yu Tingzhi couldn't care about anything.

Just run away.

The car is waiting outside.

Seeing him coming out, the assistant immediately opened the rear door, "Sir."

"Go to Beijing Hospital, hurry up!"

Very cold voice.

The driver froze for a moment, and saw a face covered in wind and frost from the rearview mirror.

There was no expression on his face.

But people dare not take a second look.

The driver stepped on the accelerator directly.

rumble--

There was a loud bang from the engine.

It takes an hour and a half from the airport to Beijing Hospital, but the driver insisted on shortening it to half an hour.

got out of the car.

Yu Tingzhi went straight to the capital hospital.

He did not go directly to the intensive care unit.

Instead, he went to the dean's office.

at the same time.

The entrance to the intensive care unit.

Li Yan, Yun Shiyao, Zhou Zi, and Si Yue have all arrived.

Song Wei is still the same.

Lying on the hospital bed.

Si Yue noticed that the Song family's relatives were basically there.

Only one person is missing.

Mrs. Song.

Si Yue narrowed her eyes imperceptibly.

"Dad," Song Bochen trotted over at this moment, "I have something to tell you."

The man has handsome features and a slender figure, just like the overlord who came out of the TV.

This is Song Hua's eldest brother.

Song Bochen.

This is the first time Si Yue sees Song Bochen.

In my heart, I felt even more that Song Wei deserved what he deserved.

Song Wei kept saying that she regarded herself as a good friend and a good sister, but she never mentioned that she wanted to match her with Song Bochen.

Song Bochen is thirty years old and has reached the marriageable age.

And she just happened to be in college.

She and Song Bochen are just right.

Although Song Bochen and Mr. Bai are two types of people, as long as Song Weicheng matches and Song Bochen is sincere, it is not impossible for her and Song Bochen.

But what about Song Hua?

What did Song Wei do?

Song Hua didn't do anything.

During the time when she was lonely and almost depressed due to miscarriage, Song Wei only comforted herself verbally, and she would definitely find her own happiness in the future.

Song Hua never took any real action.

If Song Hua introduced Song Bochen to her earlier, maybe, maybe she wouldn't like Mr. Bai.

After all, love is something that cannot be explained clearly.

And Song Bochen also happened to grow in her aesthetics.

Right.

With her status, how can she be worthy of the Song family?

Thinking of this, Si Yue's eyes were full of sarcasm.

"Uncle and aunt." At this moment, a tall figure came from not far away, and he walked up to Song Xiuwei and Zheng Mei and stopped, "I am Yu Tingzhi."

Yu Tingzhi.

Looking at the mature and steady man in front of them, both Song Xiuwei and Zheng Mei were stunned for a long while without reacting.

Neither of them thought that they would meet Yu Tingzhi under such circumstances.

"Hello, I'm Huahua's father." Song Xiuwei looked at Yu Tingzhi.

Yu Tingzhi and the two bowed slightly, "Uncle, Auntie, I'm sorry I'm late! I have fully understood Huahua's situation now. Please rest assured, I will definitely invite that figure over as soon as possible. "

Hear this sentence.

Si Yue almost laughed out loud.

Can Yu Tingzhi invite that figure over?

Yu Tingzhi why?

Because he is a well-known trash in Jiangcheng?

Do you really think that primitive is an unknown cat or dog?

It's ridiculous.

At the end of the sentence, Yu Tingzhi continued: "During this time, uncle and aunt, please take good care of Huahua, and wait for me to come back."

After saying this, Yu Tingzhi turned around and left.

After walking a few steps, he stopped and looked back at Song Hua who was lying in the ICU.

"Huahua, you must wait for me to come back."

In just a few seconds, Yu Tingzhi continued to walk forward, with hurried steps.

Without further ado.

He had to find the primitive right away.

This is Song Hua's last hope.

Looking at Yu Tingzhi's back, everyone was slightly taken aback.

Chu Liangyu came over at this moment, "Who is that one who just came?"

She is also from Jiangcheng, so she naturally knows Yu Tingzhi's name.

But she has never met Yu Tingzhi.

The young man just now, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, looked imposing, and he was not an ordinary person at first glance.

How could he be Yu Tingzhi!

Must have heard wrong.

"It's Huahua's boyfriend Yu Tingzhi." Song Xiuwei said.

Knowing that Song Wei is very satisfied with this boyfriend, Song Xiuwei will not maliciously belittle, let alone deny Yu Tingzhi's identity.

Yu Tingzhi's ability to come here at this time and make a promise means that he is not an irresponsible man.

He is more trustworthy than any man.

first meet.

Song Xiuwei was quite satisfied with Yu Tingzhi's first impression.

Hearing this, Chu Liangyu was a little surprised.

She really didn't expect that the rumored waste would have such a skin.

Very surprising.

What was even more surprising was that Yu Tingzhi actually said that he wanted to bring that primitive back.

That Tuyuan is someone who can't be found with all the strength of the Song family. Can Yu Tingzhi find that Tuyuan easily?

No matter how you look at it, how unrealistic it is!

"Huanhua's boyfriend is a bit unreliable," Song Xiuwei walked over at this time, "Too arrogant!"

Someone who can't be found in the entire Song family.

But Yu Tingzhi made the promise easily.

He doesn't think about the consequences at all.

Did he ever think that if he couldn't find the tuyuan, what would he use to deal with the Song family?

Such people.

Typical of this mountain looking at the height of that mountain.

Song Wei is so good, she is suitable for better ones, and she shouldn't stop at that primitive.

Song Xiuwei didn't like the kind of people who had no strength but showed off.

Song Xiuwei said: "Young people, as long as you have this heart!"

In fact, Song Xiuwei never pinned his hopes on Yu Tingzhi.

For him, the most commendable thing is Yu Tingzhi's quality.

As the old saying.

Husband and wife are like birds in the forest, flying separately when disaster strikes.

Song Hua and Yu Tingzhi are not husband and wife yet, so he can never leave, which shows that Song Hua has not misjudged the person.

Song Xiuwei didn't say anything more.

In the current situation, Song Hua's condition is the most important.

Everything else has to come later.

the other side.

Mrs. Song was wearing plain clothes and walking on the road leading to Jiulong Temple.

Kneel three times and worship.

Posture is pretty standard.

Kneeling down, he said in his mouth, "I beg Bodhisattva to bless me, Huahua, to be safe and smooth. Believers are willing to trade their lives for their lives."

She is very religious.

Three steps and one kneeling.

Nine steps and one worship.

Never miss a step.

Soon, it attracted the attention of the road.

Someone stepped forward to persuade, "Old man, you are so old, you can't bear it if you go on like this!"

Mrs. Song turned a deaf ear.

Still bowing down piously.

Although her footsteps were trembling a little, and her forehead was bleeding because of kneeling, she still didn't flinch.

"Oh, it's really not easy for the old man."

"I must have encountered difficulties, otherwise I wouldn't have knelt down and bowed three times. The old man was either fulfilling his vows or praying for his family."

Someone also took out their mobile phone and recorded Mrs. Song's back view.

The cold wind is getting stronger and stronger.

Soon, snowflakes floated in the air.

There are fewer and fewer people on the road.

But Mrs. Song still has no intention of giving up.

Still kneeling all the way.

Into more than twenty kilometers away.

She had walked nearly half of the distance on her knees, and the wind and snow penetrated her clothes, making her very cold.

Biting cold.

The footsteps are also becoming heavy, as if someone has pressed a huge boulder on it, and every step is like a needle prick.

It hurts.

But as long as she thought that if she could persevere until the end, Song Wei would be able to recover, and the old lady Song's pace became easier.

hold onto.

She has to hold on.

She is the best grandma in the world!

Mrs. Song looked at the road ahead, and said disdainfully, "What is this little road? Back then, when I crossed the grass, I walked more than 90 kilometers overnight!"

At that time, it was much more difficult than it is now.

come on.

Shangguan Suihe.

But the further you go, the bigger the wind and snow will be.

This road seemed to have no end, and Mrs. Song's physical strength was also exhausted little by little. She was almost crawling forward on her knees, climbed three steps, stood up again, and finally prayed on her knees.

The bright red blood stained the white snow red.

Mrs. Song didn't know how long she had been climbing, her legs and feet began to become stiff, until she could no longer stand up and could only crawl on the snow.

no.

She has to hold on.

She had to stand up. Old lady Song gritted her teeth tightly and tried her best to stand up from the ground, just as she was about to bend down and kneel down.

boom.

She fell directly into the thick snow.

This moment.

Old lady Song cried bitterly.

It's not too painful.

It's not about worrying about yourself.

She felt that she was so useless as a grandma. Not only did she fail to send her granddaughter to the hospital as soon as she fell ill, but she couldn't even do such trivial things well.

now.

Song Hua was still lying on the hospital bed.

But she was making trouble for everyone.

She is not a good grandma.

"Shangguan Suihe, you are useless!"

The old lady Song just fell in the snow. Just when she was about to give up, she suddenly thought that she hadn't taken a family portrait with Song Wei.

She can't die.

Even if she dies, she has to last until the family portrait is taken.

At this moment, Mrs. Song didn't know where the strength came from, but she really supported her body and got up from the snow.

Then three steps, one kneeling, and nine steps, one prostration.

The wind and snow were getting bigger and bigger, blocking the old lady Song's progress. Her breathing became more and more difficult, and her movements became more and more slow. Her head and body were almost completely covered by snow.

"It's so cold," Mrs. Song couldn't lift any strength, and just fell down in the snow, "Huahua, I'm sorry. Grandma may not be able to take a family portrait."

She doesn't want to die.

She wants to live another ten years.

She felt so greedy.

Or five years?

She wanted to watch Song Hua get married and have children.

She missed Song Hua's childhood, but she didn't want to miss her great-grandson's childhood again.

Song Hua's child.

She must be as sensible and cute as Song Wei, and she looks really pretty.

pity

She can't see it anymore.

With the last of her strength, Mrs. Song took out her mobile phone from her pocket and called up the photo taken with Song Hua.

Her granddaughter is simply the most well-behaved, most beautiful, and most filial granddaughter in the world.

Knowing that she didn't sleep well, she would make a sleeping pillow for herself.

When she is in a bad mood, Song Hua will tell jokes to make her happy.

No matter how busy she is, Song Hua will send her messages every day.

After you can.

She could no longer receive messages from Song Hua.

Think here.

The old lady Song burst into tears.

The photo then flips backwards.

It was a photo taken by Song Wei when she was busy cooking instant noodles in the kitchen.

Mrs. Song still remembers what the instant noodles taste like.

She had never eaten such unpalatable instant noodles.

After thinking about it, Mrs. Song laughed out loud.

This girl.

Probably not born to be in the kitchen.

Maybe it's the realization that I'm dying.

Mrs. Song opened the memo.

With trembling hands, he typed a line:

Huahua, my granddaughter, you must be happy.

She still wanted to type the second line, but her fingers became stiff little by little, and she couldn't move.

at last.

Mrs. Song slowly closed her eyes.

Song Wei's appearance as a child seemed to appear in front of her eyes.

3 months.

Song Wei smiled.

5 months.

Song Hua has grown her first baby tooth.

8 months.

Song Huahui supported the bed and stood up.

12 months.

Song Hua is one year old.

It was also at this time that she learned to walk and also learned to be called grandma.

four years old.

Song Hua is in kindergarten.

seven years old.

After graduating from kindergarten, she will change from a child to a primary school student.

Thirteen.

Song Wei graduated from primary school, and in the same year, she officially became a junior high school student from a primary school student.

eighteen years old.

Song Wei graduated from high school, and she was successfully admitted to Jingzhou University.

Become famous in one fell swoop.

The old lady Song had tears of regret streaming from the corners of her eyes.

In her life, she still has many regrets after all.

I can't bear to part with this world.

The snow fell harder and harder.

The snowflakes as big as goose feathers seem to be pouring down from the sky.

The snow was getting thicker and thicker, and it fell on Mrs. Song's body, covering her.

Xu is the blood connection between mother and child.

Song Xiuwei seemed to have sensed something. He called Mrs. Song, but there was no one answering Mrs. Song. In desperation, he called home and asked Mrs. Song, the servant. Condition.

The servant replied that Mrs. Song had gone out early in the morning, saying that she was going to Jiulong Temple to pray for blessings.

Go to Kowloon Temple to pray.

Although I heard my mother mention this matter yesterday, Song Xiuwei still faintly sensed that something was wrong.

Even if you go to pray for blessings, you won't be unable to answer the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Song Xiuwei immediately asked someone to contact the abbot of Jiulong Temple, but the reply from Jiulong Temple was that Mrs. Song did not go to Jiulong Temple.

Haven't been to Kowloon Temple?

Where did Mrs. Song go? !

Why doesn't she answer the phone?

at this moment.

A phone call comes in.

It's a call from an unknown person, without a note number.

Song Xiuwei picked up the phone, "Hi, hello."

Subconsciously.

He felt that the call had something to do with Mrs. Song.

A voice came from over there, "Hello, is this Mr. Song Xiuwei?"

"Yes, it's me."

"I am Qin Bin, a policeman from the Urban Public Security Bureau. I was found on the side of the road after receiving a report from the masses."

Song Xiuwei couldn't listen to the rest.

boom.

The phone fell to the ground.

The screen was smashed to pieces.

He fell directly on his knees and cried out, "Mom!"

To be honest, this chapter was written very depressingly, and I couldn't control my emotions.

Yinyin saw that Baozi said that there were too many plots about Si Yue, but in fact these were essential plots.

All opinions are accepted.

In the process of making box lunch for Si Yue.

Say, how do you want her to die?

Also, ask for a ticket~