Mr. Qi and Mr. Ji

Chapter 10

After Qi Yang greeted Yun Wanwan, he went to the grandma's yard by himself

The nanny was doing embroidery work under the porch pillar at the door, when she saw him coming, she hurriedly stood up and saluted: "Master."

Qi Yang nodded in agreement, and asked her, "Is my mother resting?"

"Yes, grandma just had some snacks and fell asleep again."

Qi Yang paused at the door, then gently opened the door and entered the room.

The eldest grandma was sitting at the table copying a book, and looked up when she heard the door knocking.

The pen in her hand stopped for a moment, then she continued to copy with her head down.

Qi Yang was angry and seemed to be standing at the door waiting for her to speak.

After a while, Grandma didn't even think about opening her mouth.

Qi Yang's eyes slowly turned red, and he questioned the grandma: "Mother, you are obviously not resting..."

The nanny followed behind and wanted to explain something, but the eldest grandma raised her hand to signal her to go out, "Close the door."

"Yes."

Grandma beckoned to Qi Yang to let him go: "A Yang, what do you want to do with your mother?"

Qi Yang held back his tears and didn't want to go there, he stood there aggrieved.

The eldest grandma sighed, walked over to hold his hand, "What's the matter? Who wronged you?"

Qi Yang finally couldn't hold it anymore, tears streaming down his face, and pitifully nestled into the arms of the grandma, "Mother...why didn't you see me."

"Son, you are still young." The eldest grandma pulled him to sit down, and said meaningfully: "Mother...Mother also wants to watch you every day and watch you grow up, but it's a pity..."

"What's the matter, mother?" Qi Yang hurriedly asked.

"It's nothing." The eldest grandma shook her head, changed the subject abruptly, pinched his face, and said with some distress: "Why are you so thin? Could it be that you didn't eat well without your mother around..."

"No, I'm taller, mother, look." Qi Yang stood up and took the hand of the eldest grandma to make gestures to himself. "Mother, I and..." He hesitated for a while, and said softly: "I am still with Ji Xing now." When we play together, he recognizes Aunt Yun, who is the aunt who sings the song, as his master, we play together, um...mother, will you...would you blame me for not listening to you?"

Grandma's eyes were full of incomprehensible complexity, she lovingly touched Qi Yang's cheek, and said softly: "No, mother won't tell you, but you have to judge for yourself and learn to distinguish good from bad..."

Qi Yang interrupted Grandma as if eager to prove something: "No, mother, Ji Xing and Aunt Yun are good people!"

Grandma replied in a low voice, "Yes."

Going back from the eldest grandma, Qi Yang went to Yun's small courtyard with a worried look on his face.

When Yun Wanwan came back, she heard Yun Qiu say that she felt sorry for these children, so she offered to make hawthorn cakes for the three children.

She took off her make-up and changed her clothes to go to work in the kitchen, while Ji Xing and Yun Qiu were waiting for Qi Yang to come back in the yard.

Seeing his dejected look now, she was very worried, and hurriedly asked him: "What's the matter, Qi Yang? Where have you been?"

Qi Yang was still red-eyed and didn't want to speak, lying silently on the stone table in a daze.

Ji Xing patted Yunqiu on the shoulder and motioned her to help in the kitchen.

Yun Qiu frowns hesitantly and nods, and walks back to the kitchen every step of the way.

"Okay," Ji Xing also lay down on the stone table, raised his eyes and asked Qi Yang; "Is there anything you can tell me?"

Qi Yang shook his head, "I don't want to say it."

A sad expression on his face.

Ji Xing looked amused, and didn't force him. He snored his hair back and forth, and then said, "Okay, stop twitching, silly."

Qi Yang glared at him, and said, "I want...follow my father...to the front line."

"what!"

Ji Xing took a deep breath and touched his forehead in disbelief: "Are you confused? How old are you? You're still young. Besides, Commander Qi will let you go?"

Qi Yang fell silent again, opened and closed his lips for a while, and said, "But...the fourth aunt and the fifth aunt...they have so many younger brothers, my father can't see me now, even my mother... Not out of the yard..."

Ji Xing opened his mouth, and didn't know what to say for a long time. His impression of his father was already very vague, and he only remembered that he loved him very much.

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Mr. Ji and I got off the ship with Mr. Qi at the port of Hamburg, Germany. The doctor on board helped us contact the doctor of a certain hospital in advance.

After disembarking, the hospital sent a car to pick us up. I took Mr. Qi and Mr. Ji into the car and went to the hospital.

It was already [-] o'clock in the evening when all the inspections were completed one by one. Mr. Qi woke up once in the middle, and fell asleep again after a while due to exhaustion.

Mr. Ji had already been exhausted to the extreme, and fell asleep leaning against the back of the chair between the results.

I didn't dare to disturb him, so I covered him with a piece of clothing lightly.

At about eight o'clock, the doctor opened the door of the ward with the test results. I was afraid of waking Mr. Ji, so I signaled the doctor to go outside and talk.

I never thought that Mr. Ji felt very alarmed, and he opened the door with his back foot just after we went out.

Mr. Ji was so anxious that he forgot to take his crutches.I was startled and quickly helped him stand up.

"Doctor, the result...how is the result?"

Mr. Ji was gasping for breath, clasping one hand tightly with the other, and asked in a hoarse voice.

The doctor was wearing thick myopia glasses. He frowned and looked at Mr. Ji hesitantly.

I can see that he is worried about hitting Mr. Ji.

"It's okay," I said, "you can tell me."

The doctor nodded knowingly, and handed me the report: "It's acute myocardial infarction."

Mr. Ji couldn't understand German very well, and looked at me anxiously: "The result... what is it, just tell me."

Alas, I sighed and said to Mr. Ji: "Acute myocardial infarction."

The author has something to say:

Today is a thick and long chapter, little fairies, please forgive me.

I am preparing a new article "A Beautiful Day, That Sweetness". I always fantasize that I am Gong's shou and love to cook and spoil his wife's muscles. Gong, a childhood sweetheart campus essay.

I hope everyone will support comments and collections, I will be more motivated to [make a fist].

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