Abduct a boy and bring him back

Qiao Mohan blamed himself and repented. If he had thought more and made the old man less worried, what happened today might not have happened. It was because he didn't think carefully, because he was too hasty.

In the afternoon, Feng Xiang brought in two meals. Qiao Mohan rushed from the airport to the hospital early in the morning, and then came here from the hospital. In addition, he didn't eat on the plane, and the man's face was not very good-looking.

"Leave it alone." Qiao Mohan said, and then someone called the doctor in and pulled out Ling Huan's needle.

"You go back first and negotiate with the hospital. Don't show up here for the time being. I'll talk to Ling Huan about it after the old man's funeral is over." Qiao Mohan whispered to Feng Xiang, and waited until the doctor As soon as he came out, Qiao Mohan went into the bedroom again.

Ling Huan had already opened his eyes, but the temperature hadn't subsided yet. He was dazed, looking at the man who came in, and it took him a long time before he spoke, "You're here..."

Qiao Mohan stepped forward in two steps, pulled the chair in front of the desk and sat on the side of the bed, "Well, do you feel better?"

Ling Huan moved his lips, wanting to say something more, but he seemed unable to express his emotions at the moment, so he could only give up and continue to stare at the man in front of him, then nodded.

"Just say it if you feel bad, but you can't cry anymore today, you need to drink two more glasses of water, you are a little dehydrated." Qiao Mohan reached out and poured him a glass of water that had just been boiled, and took a sip himself, noticing that After it was not too hot, I helped him up.

There was no consolation, no forcing him to accept the truth.

Ling Huan fell asleep, but his mind was still groggy. He always felt like he was in a dream. Qiao Mohan in front of him also became unreal. After taking a few sips of water in the cup, he was about to get out of bed to see grandma.

Qiao Mohan didn't stop him, he could only follow behind him step by step.

The funeral parlor had already left. When Ling Huan entered grandma's room, what he saw was grandma who had changed her clothes and tidied up her appearance. He burst into tears.

In memory, it seems that this is her most beautiful appearance.

Qiao Mohan stood behind Ling Huan and knelt in front of the old man together.

He asked Grandma Zhang how many relatives there were in the Ling family, and there was no plan to set up a mourning hall afterwards. He wanted Ling Huan and the old man to spend this time without being disturbed. What rules and customs are there after a person dies? , all become unimportant.

After Ling Huan's aunt came once and was turned away, she never came again.

Ling Huan didn't seem to think much about it, he was just immersed in his emotions, and he didn't react until Qiao Mohan handed him the letter that the old man had placed beside the bed.

"This is from grandma." He picked up the envelope and handed it to Ling Huan. "Grandma must have struggled for a long time before leaving. Don't blame her."

Ling Huan stared blankly at the envelope for a few seconds before accepting it, with a broken expression on his face, "I'm not blaming her, I'm just blaming myself." He said, Ling Huan's voice was hoarse, It hit Qiao Mohan's heart directly.

He pinched the back of Ling Huan's neck and rubbed it twice, but he didn't make a sound. He's not good at comforting people, so it's useless to say anything more at this time.

After opening the title page and seeing the characters inside, Ling Huan's hands trembled slightly.

"Grandma's handwriting is really beautiful." Qiao Mohan hugged Ling Huan's shoulder and praised.

Ling Huan raised the corners of his mouth and pulled out an ugly smile, "Grandma used to be an elementary school teacher, and she has been practicing calligraphy every day since she retired, how can she be ugly."

Qiao Mohan nodded, a little surprised.

After reading the letter left by the old man to Ling Huan, he realized how much his grandma loved him. The passbook inside the envelope actually contained more than 7 yuan. Grandma's pension is not much, and with the handwork she often does, she can barely maintain it. Their lives are just that, under such circumstances, God knows how they saved up the odd and small 7 yuan.

Ling Huan came to grandma's bed on his knees, hugged the paper and sobbed for her to come back, could he give him another chance to be filial.

Qiao Mohan's eyes turned red when he saw the passbook. The old man chose such a decisive way because he was afraid that he would drag Ling Huan down. This kind of family affection moved him and made him feel more sorry for the boy in front of him.

After crying, knowing that he had no appetite, Qiao Mohan fed him two more glasses of water before giving up, "You are obedient, grandma only has you as a grandson, and there are still many things you need to do in the future, you have to cheer up, you know? You can’t eat without an appetite.”

Ling Huan shed a few more tears before reluctantly agreeing.

Seeing that he could hear him, Qiao Mohan let go of his heart that had been hanging in mid-air.

When Feng Xiang came back in the evening, Qiao Mohan fed Ling Huan a whole bowl of chicken porridge with a frown before he knelt back to his grandma's bed.

Qiao Mohan had nothing to do with him, and he didn't dare to say a harsh word, so he could only stay with him.

At night, Ling Huan glanced at the tired Qiao Mohan and pushed him back to rest.

"I can do it myself, you go back and rest."

Qiao Mohan rubbed his temples, but did not move. Ling Huan was very touched and felt guilty, "Really, Brother Qiao, you make me feel useless like this, and you always drag others down. Go back and rest, go back to eat Have a good night's rest after dinner."

The man knew what Ling Huan meant, he got up and hugged him gently in front of him, and then whispered in his ear, "I'll just sleep in your room for a while, call me if you need something."

Ling Huan was stunned, feeling warm in his heart, he wanted to persuade him to go back.

But Qiao Mohan walked out of the room without giving him another chance.

The past two days were really like a dream. Ling Huan lowered his eyes and looked at his grandma's hand that had gone through many vicissitudes, wanting her to move it, and then told himself that it was all fake, and he had to go back for surgery tomorrow.

In fact, Qiao Mohan wanted Ling Huan to come and rest with him, but he thought that these three days would be his last chance to see the old man, so he didn't force him. Facing the future life.

In the kitchen, he briefly reheated the rice left by Feng Xiang, and ate it tastelessly. In fact, he didn't feel sleepy at all, and he could only force himself to sleep for a few hours for the next thing.

As soon as he woke up, Qiao Mohan subconsciously glanced at his phone.

It is four o'clock in the morning.

He got up and went to the living room to pour a glass of warm water for himself, poured another glass for Ling Huan and glanced at the open door of grandma's room, only to hear Ling Huan talking to himself.

Qiao Mohan stood by the door, watching Ling Huan speak with lowered eyes.

"...Tell me, did Brother Qiao treat me particularly well?" Then he glanced at grandma's letter in his hand, and continued, "He's not a bad guy, and I didn't take advantage of him, I wrote an IOU, In the future, when he is admitted to university and earns money, he will pay it back.”