Madam leg hurts please hug

The man's tall body enveloped her slender figure, holding her tightly in his arms.

An Xiaoyue stood on tiptoe and tried her best to rest her chin on his shoulder. After hugging him for a long time, until her neck was almost sore, she patted him lightly on the back, "People come and go, it's strange." Sorry, let's go home first."

Gong Yumo's handsome face was deeply buried on her shoulders, and he said in a low voice, "I just rushed here from the hospital, and Mr. Yu passed away."

An Xiaoyue was slightly taken aback, and froze in place.

Yu Lao.
Her mind soon came to the image of the man who lived in a courtyard house, with gray hair and beard, and a pair of round-framed gold-rimmed glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose, who always called him Ah Mo to Gong Yumo with a smile.

Old man.

He only needs to know her size to make the most beautiful dress in the world.

He always squints and calls her girl doll.
An Xiaoyue opened her mouth, not knowing what to say, so she hugged him even harder to comfort him.

"The old man is too self-willed. He didn't say anything when he was sick a long time ago." Gong Yumo's voice was hoarse, "I promised him that I would bring him two bottles of good wine that my father kept privately when I was free, but he didn't wait."

An Xiaoyue opened Gong Yumo lightly, and when she looked up at him, she realized that his deep eyes were foggy and the corners of his eyes were moist.

She reached out and gently touched the corner of his eyes, wiping away the crystals that had not yet dripped down for him, "Let's go and see him."

When they arrived at the courtyard, it was already dawn, and the whole courtyard was silent.

The one who opened the door for them was still the middle-aged man whom Gong Yumo called Uncle Tong.

There were not many people in the courtyard, only a few, who seemed to be following Mr. Yu all the time.

Gong Yumo walked in holding An Xiaoyue's hand, and bowed deeply to the place in the lobby where the black and white photos of the deceased were placed at the moment.

"Old Yu doesn't like noise, he likes to be quiet, so the funeral was kept simple according to his last wish." Uncle Tong stood beside them with a sad expression, "He likes to be cheerful and doesn't like a heavy atmosphere, so mourning is omitted For this part, he said, when his ashes come back, they will be directly buried on the land he chose, and no one will have to pay homage."

"This old man is so self-willed!" Gong Yumo smiled bitterly, and looked straight at the black and white photo. The people in the photo were always smiling cheerfully, looking heartless.

"Yeah, Mr. Yu is just too casual." Uncle Tong said with a face full of self-blame, "I'm also to blame for my negligence. I didn't find out that he was actually in poor health earlier. If it wasn't for this hospitalization, I wouldn't have known it was so serious. .”

"Although I have only met Mr. Yu once, I can tell that he is a very optimistic old man." An Xiaoyue held Gong Yumo's hand tightly, feeling his cool fingertips, "He won't tell you , maybe because he doesn't want to bother you, and he doesn't want you to worry about him, "

In An Xiaoyue's view, such a casual and cheerful old man definitely didn't want everyone to surround him worriedly when he was sick, and he didn't want to see them sad.

He has been so happy and casual all his life, and leaving in a cool way is also his choice.

Gong Yumo took a few steps forward, twitching the corners of his mouth, "Old man, you haven't had the good wine yet, so I can only drink it myself."

"When I was young, you always said I was naughty. I didn't expect you to be more naughty when I was old. You didn't even say hello when you left."

"My dad is abroad now. You told him to leave quietly without informing him. They are old friends for life. He won't even see you for the last time."

"I brought you the girl doll you've been wanting to see." Gong Yumo took An Xiaoyue's hand two steps forward, "It's a pity that I didn't bring her to see you much, and I didn't ask you to give her more." Make some dresses."

A crystal tear dripped from the corner of his eye and hit his feet.

"Old man, I will take this broken yard for you from now on, you don't need it anyway." Gong Yumo held Gong Yumo's hand tightly, with a bitter smile on his lips, "From now on, this yard will be used as an amusement park for my children , you just have a headache."

Although there was a joke in his words, An Xiaoyue knew that he was very, very uncomfortable right now.

Mr. Yu always watched him grow up. In Mr. Yu's eyes, he was always a child. Mr. Yu always looked at him with kind and loving eyes.

But isn't the most helpless thing in life is parting from life to death?

People around me will always leave one by one to another world, and no one will stay by someone's side forever.

In the process of growing up, we can only learn to accept, accept the arrival of everyone in life, and the departure of everyone.

Maybe it was a bit of cold, or maybe it was too tired. After returning to Mo's house from the courtyard, Gong Yumo suffered from a stroke.

The right leg, which hadn't recurred for a long time, suddenly felt severe pain, which startled An Xiaoyue.

She was going to resume work at the company, so she took a few days off with Ji Huai to take care of Gong Yumo at home.

Gong Yumo couldn't hold her back, so she had to put down her work and was forced to stay at home by her.

Seeing that An Xiaoyue came back from a business trip, Sister Zhang happily bought a lot of food and said that the foreign food was not good, so she had to have a good meal at home.

When An Xiaoyue entered the room with a hot pack, Gong Yumo was sitting on the bed leaning against the head of the bed, and his work computer was placed on the quilt.

Seeing her coming in, Gong Yumo hastily turned off the computer and smiled flatteringly.

An Xiaoyue pretended to stare at him, "You said you can't worry about your work, and you secretly deal with work behind my back?"

"There is a file that is urgent." Gong Yumo put the computer on the bedside, and said with a smile, "I'll just take a look."

An Xiaoyue sat down by the bed, lifted one foot of the quilt, then put the heat pack on his right ankle, and put the quilt back on again, "We need to cover our legs and feet well these days, so as not to catch cold, or we will It hurts worse."

She was wearing a big hollow sweater, and her slightly curly black hair was spread out, making her fair and delicate face even more pure and beautiful.

When bending over and lowering the head, a large area of ​​fair skin on the shoulders and neck was inadvertently exposed.

Gong Yumo's eyes were deep, and he kept staring at her.

Her throat rolled involuntarily, and the corner of her mouth curled into a smile.

An Xiaoyue gently rubbed his ankles and knees for him earnestly, raised her head after feeling his warm gaze, and met his straight gaze.

"What have you been staring at me for?"

"You look good." He smiled slightly.

"Did you know?" An Xiaoyue smiled lightly, "I've always been pretty."

"That's right, my wife, Gong Yumo, can't get enough of it." Gong Yumo looked at her lightly, raised her chin gently with one hand, made her look directly at him, and then leaned slightly towards her. forward.