Madam leg hurts please hug

The sadness in her eyes pierced his heart.

"I'm sorry" thousands of words come to my lips, but they can only be transformed into these short three words.

He also thought, if he didn't push An Xiaoyue away, would he be able to know her father's condition immediately and arrange the best treatment for him, so that An Xiaoyue would not lose her father.

"Your sorry is of no value to me." An Xiaoyue squinted at him, the warmth in her eyes had long since disappeared.

In the past, she would not allow him to go out on a rainy day.

In the past, she would not have allowed him to stand in the rain in such a heavy rain.

In the past, she was worried about her leg injury, and would ask him by his side all the time, did her leg hurt?Shall I pinch your legs?Shall I warm you up?
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But now, she is no longer what she used to be.

Now whether he is in pain or not, whether it is good or not, has nothing to do with her.

His complexion was tense, his face was slightly pale, and his thin lips were tight, and he didn't know how to speak.

He has never been so short of words, only in front of An Xiaoyue, he can't say a word.

He was just sad that he couldn't be by her side in an open and honest manner at this time when she needed her most.

"You go," she said, "I don't want to see you, and my dad doesn't want to see you either."

He turned a deaf ear to her words and stood in the rain without moving a bit.

An Xiaoyue knocked off the umbrella above her head, picked up the bouquet of white chrysanthemums he put on the tombstone and threw it towards him, and shouted at her, "I tell you to go!"

The white bouquet hit his chest straight, and the raindrops on the petals splashed his face.

He looked at him deeply, then walked forward to pick up the umbrella that she had knocked aside, and walked to her side again.

He stood by her side, leaning on a cane in one hand and holding an umbrella above her head in the other.

An Xiaoyue leaned against the cold tombstone and tightly closed her eyes, hot tears fell down.

When Ji Huai returned to the cemetery holding an umbrella, what he saw at a distance of more than ten meters was this picture - the girl leaning silently in front of the tombstone, the man in a black suit with a straight back, holding a cane and an umbrella and squatting silently The girl next to the tombstone sheltered him from the wind and rain, and his eyes were firmly locked on the girl.

Ji Huai looked at the umbrella in his hand, laughed at himself, then turned and left.

Two days after the funeral, Li Xiangyun fell seriously ill and had a fever for two whole days. An Xiaoyue stayed by her side every step of the way, until she saw her fever subsided.

During those two days, her nerves collapsed more than anything else.

She no longer has a father, and can no longer be without a mother.

In the old old community, an orange light was lit from a certain window.

An Xiaoyue cooked the meal and helped Li Xiangyun who had just woken up from a nap to sit down at the dining table.

A bowl of porridge was placed in her hand, "Mom, have porridge."

Li Xiangyun had just recovered from his fever, and his complexion was still not very good. Looking at An Xiaoyue, he showed a relieved smile, "Yueyue, you are tired."

"Mom, I'm not tired." An Xiaoyue raised a beautiful smile, "As long as I can stay with my mother, I will not be tired at all."

Li Xiangyun's hand gently put on An Xiaoyue's hand on the table, and gently rubbed it, "I never let you do housework before, I just hope my daughter is like other people's daughters, this hand, Bai White and tender is good."

She stared at An Xiaoyue's slender fingers, and said distressedly, "Now you are cooking, washing dishes and doing laundry and mopping the floor."

"Mom, how can I be so precious." An Xiaoyue held Li Xiangyun's hand behind her back and comforted her, "I don't want to keep my fingers in the spring water. I think this is life."

Li Xiangyun's eyes were full of indescribable distress. The daughter in front of her had lost weight. She didn't have much flesh on her face, but now she is so thin that her face is even smaller.

As a mother, it's not that she doesn't know that during this period of time, she has been running around every day to take care of her, her father, and the hospital's medical expenses.

"Yueyue." Li Xiangyun said softly, "The one-time medical fee that Yunyun paid to your father is useless, and the hospital refunded it. You can pay it back to Yunyun another day."

Hearing this, a figure appeared in An Xiaoyue's mind.

She nodded, "Okay, I'll give it back to her another day."

"Also, didn't we sell our house? Do the math these days, and return all the money you borrowed from friends."

"Yes." An Xiaoyue responded.

An Xiaoyue put vegetables in Li Xiangyun's bowl, and said with a smile, "Mom, eat quickly, try my cooking."

"I know my daughter's cooking skills have always been very good." Li Xiangyun smiled and brought some food for her, "Eat more, I feel sorry for you if you lose weight."

Under the light, a simple dinner is also very warm.

After dinner, An Xiaoyue came out after washing the dishes, and saw Li Xiangyun in the room holding a ball of wool in a daze.

She knows the yarn.

Mom said that she would knit a sweater for her, dad and Gong Yumo alone.

"Mom" she called softly.

Li Xiangyun came back to his senses, put the wool in his hand back and put it away, "I'm tidying things up."

An Xiaoyue squatted at her feet and said with a smile, "Mom, I saw it. The wool is very beautiful. Dad will like it."

What he wanted to hide was seen through, and the sadness in Li Xiangyun's eyes couldn't be hidden after all.

She looked at the unfinished ball of wool and sighed slightly, "Your father is just unlucky. He always said that he has been coaxing me all his life. I have never coaxed him or given him anything." A gift. I finally wanted to learn how to knit a sweater for him, but he couldn’t wait.”

"My dad already knew about your intentions." An Xiaoyue leaned on her lap and said softly, "When you finish knitting the clothes, we will burn them to him, he will be happy."

Li Xiangyun raised his hand and gently stroked her hair, "The sweater is not finished yet, everything has changed."

An Xiaoyue heard the meaning of her words and fell silent.

Li Xiangyun continued, "I hope your dad will learn to be more romantic, drag me a dream, and tell me what patterns he likes, and I will learn to knit a few more for him."

An Xiaoyue lay on her lap, her eyes slightly moist.

Although they both hide their sadness in their hearts so that the other party will not find out, they are all trying hard to learn to accept this fact.

From then on, only she and her mother remained in the life of a family of three.

The moonlight outside the window is very good, hanging high on the branches, as if listening to the secrets of people at night.

An Xiaoyue stared at the phone in her hand for more than ten minutes.

That familiar yet unfamiliar phone number, even if it was deleted from the address book, she could still dial it immediately.

Sometimes memory is so terrible, the more you want to forget, the clearer it becomes.

Finally, he pressed dial, and the call was answered quickly.

"Hello?" The other party's voice was a little hoarse, full of surprise, and seemed a little excited.
"Do you have time tomorrow?" An Xiaoyue said softly, "Let's meet."