Now, little cane

In the afternoon, I went to the hospital. Shen Nanxing called Qiling and said there was nothing serious. It had been [-] weeks and I went in the afternoon. Some tests could not be done. The doctor told me to go again tomorrow.

Yan He was listening, and said casually, "Then I'll pick up Qi Shu tomorrow."

Before Qiling opened her mouth, Shen Nanxing thanked her almost to the point of kneeling and worshiping three times.

Qi Ling: ...

That's it.

Qi Ling put down the phone, and said, "You are the only one who speaks quickly."

Yan He smiled and said: "I should say that my ears are good."

The curvature of the corner of the mouth was too short, Qi Ling couldn't help stretching out her hand to pull his cheek, Yan He frowned slightly.

After pinching this, Qi Ling suddenly reached out and touched the corner of Chu Yanhe's eye socket with the tip of her hand, and said, "Looking at it this way, you don't even have laugh lines."

Yan He opened his eyes wide, stuffed his mouth with snacks, chewed vaguely and said, "It's usually a polite smile, and it's not easy to grow old with Asian blood."

Qi Ling caressed his face: "I really can't tell how much has changed."

Yan He: "Impossible, my biological father brought so many mixed races from Europe and America, and my mother is Chinese. Mixed races usually look better when they are young, and they definitely change more than Asians when they grow up."

Qi Ling smiled lightly: "I'm talking about the overall feeling. It's true that your skeleton is open, and there are not so many gender-neutral beauty that are difficult to distinguish between men and women."

Yan He stuffed a plum into Qi Ling's mouth.

Said: "If you smile more, it will be more like before."

Qi Ling didn't care much: "The temperament has changed, it's hard to change it back."

Yan He: "I didn't ask you to change it, just to look at it? Forget it, that is to say."

Qi Ling was sore by Mei Zi's stamina.

Yan He laughed, and said while laughing: "I also feel too sour."

Qi Ling glanced at him, then gently pushed him away indulgently, but the plum did not spit out after all.

After swallowing, he suppressed Yan Heqin in a vengeful manner.

The acid left in the mouth is also shared.

At the end of the kiss, Yan He gasped, and Qi Ling slipped his hands under his clothes, both of them were beating very fast.

Qi Ling's eyes were dark, she put her finger into Yan He's mouth and stirred it, bringing out a little body fluid, Yan He's lips were so red.

Qi Ling: "Your face is so red."

Yan He leaned back his neck and panted lightly.

Qi Ling couldn't hold back.

After finishing, we sweated and hugged each other.

Yan He fell asleep exhausted, and happened to rest his head on Qi Ling's heart.

Qi Ling hugged the person, suddenly she was reluctant to close her eyes.

Hearing the beating of the heart, Yanhe's breath sprinkled on the skin of the heart.

Pulled a thin blanket over the two of them.

Qi Ling pressed her lips lightly to Yan He's hair, and it took a long time before they parted.

On the first day, I packed Qi Ling's lunch to take to the company, and asked him to heat it in the microwave.

When Qi Shuling left, she whispered in Yanhe's ear, "Qi Shu, call me if you need anything."

Yan He was stuck in the quilt in a daze, Qi Ling pinched his face, and Yan He responded: "Mmmmmm."

After another half an hour, Yan He got up, and when he was washing, he was annoyed to find that Qi Ling had left a mark under his collarbone again, not deep, but shallow.Yanhe sighed.

In the past, when he was in school, he needed to take physical education classes into account, and Qi Ling never left a mark on him.

Now, it is simply unscrupulous to vent this preference.

Not too many, but there are always one or two.

Yan He chose a shirt and went out.

Seeing Qi Shu, her complexion was not very good.

Yan He asked, "Does it hurt today?"

Qi Shu shook her head: "It's just not that comfortable."

"That's fine, I just checked everything today, and you should pay attention in the future, don't get angry."

Qi Shu nodded.

When he arrived at the hospital, Yan He sent Qi Shu outside the obstetrics and gynecology department. When she came out with the receipt, he asked her to sit down, helped her run up and down, paid the money, and gave it to Qi Shu for an examination.

Qi Shu: "Maybe a long time."

Yan He: "It's okay, I just happened to go to the inpatient department to see someone."

Qi Shu was surprised, but didn't ask any further questions.

Yan He bought some fruit and milk at the entrance of the hospital, and walked to the inpatient department according to his memory.

Auntie was watching in the ward, Yanhe chatted with Zhimei's parents for a while, put things on the bedside of the hospital, Zhimei's parents recognized him, and happily reminisced about the old days.

Asked about Zhimei, Zhimei's mother said that she had just been called out by the attending doctor.

Yan He walked out of the ward, went to the attending doctor, and saw Zhimei talking to the doctor at the corner.

Zhimei wiped her tears with one hand while talking.

Yan He's heart was moved, he didn't approach, and waited quietly a few meters away.

Zhimei suppressed her emotions and asked, "Is there really no other way?"

The doctor was in a dilemma: "This is already the third relapse, and it is already a miracle to survive until now..."

Zhimei turned her head to the side, suppressed her emotions, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Then...the follow-up treatment."

Doctor: "The patient's condition. Miss Zhi, speak openly, palliative care, take it back for a few days to live in peace, maybe you can live longer, it's really wasted in the ward... Besides, the current ward is not like before, even if It's rich..."

Zhimei held back: "Thank you."

The doctor nodded and sighed softly.

Zhimei: "I'll excuse you first."

The doctor nodded in understanding.

As soon as Zhimei turned around, her tears didn't stop, and she fell down.

After walking a few steps, when she bumped into Yanhe, Zhimei couldn't bear it anymore, and her tears became more and more wanton.

Yan He saw her meeting, opened his hands, and asked, "Do you need a hug?"

Zhimei endured and endured, wiping her tears repeatedly, wiping more and more.

In the end, he couldn't help but stepped forward and plunged into Yanhe's arms, covering his face and crying.

Yan He patted her on the back lightly, led her into a corner, stood there, and didn't say much.

When Zhimei's crying became quieter, Yanhe said: "Come, follow me."

Zhimei nodded, and Yan He half-accompanied her to go downstairs to the small garden.

Finding a quiet corner, Yanhe asked Zhimei to sit down.

It's much better since Zhimei vented, and she just said, "I'll show you a joke again."

Yan He handed Zhimei a pack of tissues: "Say something out of the ordinary."

Zhimei took it, and laughed at herself: "That's right, you haven't seen me looking down."

Yan He shook his head, but didn't say anything.

After Zhimei wiped away her tears, Yanhe took the wet tissue, went to the corner and threw it away, and then walked back.

Zhimei stared blankly at the scenery, not knowing where her gaze fell.

Yan He sat beside her, quietly accompanying her.

Zhimei suddenly said: "The cancer cells have spread all over the body, and the doctor suggested that we go home. Although I knew that the days are numbered, I always feel..." At this point, Zhimei lowered her head and held back her tears, suppressing her emotions.

"Really at this moment, it's still...

"It's still so sad, ugh..."

Zhimei covered her mouth with her hands, lowered her head, her long hair covered her, she couldn't see her expression, her shoulders kept shaking.

Yan He stretched out his hand in the air, paused when it touched Zhimei's shoulder, and then slowly stroked her back.

Yan He said softly: "Aren't you a Buddhist? The Buddhist scriptures say that people have reincarnation."

Zhimei nodded, but the tears still couldn't stop.

Zhimei's father has been ill for more than ten years, and Yanhe knows that she knows everything, and she must be more thorough than him, so he doesn't need to elaborate.

Then he kept silent again.

I couldn't help crying again.

The eye makeup was all gone, but she didn't care, she wiped it all off, and her eyes were flushed.

Zhimei whispered: "My mother and I both know, it's inevitable.

"I can live more than ten years because of you, relying on..." Zhimei took a deep breath.

Zhimei finally said: "People are always greedy, huh..."

Laughing is worse than crying.

Yan He shook her hand, Zhimei shook it back for a moment, with great strength, as if she was looking for something to rely on.

Yan He said softly, "It will pass."

Zhimei nodded.

After sitting for a while, Zhimei didn't dare to mention her father anymore, and asked Yanhe: "Can I save your mobile phone number? I... don't usually call."

Yan He exchanged mobile phone numbers with her, and added a WeChat by the way.

Zhimei: "When my father is discharged from the hospital, can you come?"

After finishing speaking, he said: "I want him to thank you, you have done so much, but my family..."

Just bite your lip.

Yan He nodded: "Yes, no problem."

Zhimei raised her eyes to look at him, as if she was still the same boy back then, she couldn't help but look straight, then quickly lowered her eyes, half concealed her embarrassment and got up and said: "I'll take you out, there's nothing to say today."

Yan He: "Alright."

Speechless all the way.

When he reached the junction of the inpatient department and the outpatient clinic, Yan He was about to ask Zhimei to go back when the phone rang first.

Yan He picked it up: "Are you okay?"

Qi Shu: "I'm fine. The doctor said I'm fine. I'm going to see you. Where are you now?"

Yan He looked around, and turned left ahead, which was the outpatient department.

Yan He: "It's around the corner, come to the outpatient clinic immediately."

Qi Shu: "Huh? The one leading to the inpatient department?"

Yan He's words froze: "It should be... right."

Qi Shu: "Why didn't I see..."

The voice on the phone coincided with the reality, and Qi Shu came out from around the corner, but as soon as she stood still, her eyes were glued to the woman next to Yan He.

Qi Shu's mind was a little numb, inexplicably familiar, but clearly not.

Yan He couldn't stop him, so he just stood where he was and didn't speak.

Qi Shu looked at Zhimei deeply.

Zhimei was the first to recognize it, and couldn't help but take a step back, brushing her ears and hair subconsciously, and pursing her lips tightly.

This action is too familiar.

It instantly matches with the girl with medium hair in my memory.

Qi Shu's mind went blank, she let go of her hands, and the phone fell to the ground with a thud.

She fixed her gaze on Zhimei, in disbelief: "Zhimei?"

Zhimei bowed her head and said to Yanhe, "I'll go back first."

Yan He said, "Go."

Zhimei tilted her head, unwilling to even look at Qi Shu, brushed her hair, and left in a hurry.

Qi Shu was in doubt, Yan He stepped forward to pick up the phone for her and put it in her hand with a calm face.

Yan He: "I didn't tell you, that friend is Zhimei, I guess you don't want to know."

Qi Shu's expression became indescribable.

Yan He lowered his eyes: "Her dad's cancer cells can't survive for half a year, I'll come over and have a look."

Qi Shu: "Ah? No, didn't you have an operation?"

Yan He lowered his eyes: "It's the second relapse, so I can only say that it's fate."

Qi Shu's heart was also extremely complicated.

After a long time, Qi Shuqi said to Ai Ai: "Brother Yanhe, then, please don't tell my brother

"He was stimulated by my mother just now, and if he knows that you have a connection with Zhimei... I'm afraid of him, what's on my mind."

Yan He pulled Qi Shu to the side of the road, and an ambulance passed by.

Yan He nodded: "I won't tell him. What I think is that after Zhimei's father dies, I will stop contacting her."

Qi Shu knew that Yanhe was in a dilemma, and bowed her head: "Thank you."

Yan He laughed at himself: "I don't want to make trouble for myself. I still remember the time when he slapped Zhimei on the face."

Qi Shu: "My brother, my brother..."

Yan He interface: "I know, he doesn't like me getting too close to women."

Qi Shu stopped talking.

Yan He stroked Qi Shu's hair: "You forget it too, it's not your problem."

Qi Shu smiled, reluctantly, and said, "It's because we are too..."

Yan He interrupted: "The past, let it go, the baby is fine, come on, you should be happy."

Qi Shu looked at Yan He, Yan He smiled at her, and she laughed too.

The two walked back slowly, Qi Shu worried and asked again: "Does Zhimei still like you now?"

Yan He laughed: "I'm getting married soon."

Qi Shu patted her chest: "That's good, that's good."

Yan He shook his head, almost amused by her actions.

The author has something to say: Thank you Taohuasu for the thunder~ Moji=3=~

Zhimei, you can guess whatever you want, if you guess it, I admit defeat 2333~

There is no episode where a nephew (/female) is born~~~~