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The long winter nights lasted, and the temperature in the ward was comfortable.

Lu Qilin sat beside the hospital bed, quietly looking at Mr. Yan who was wearing an oxygen mask. The last time this kind of similar scene happened was on the day of Lu Mian's wedding.

He was also sitting in the ward like this, waiting anxiously in his heart, he didn't know what would be waiting for him in the end.

I can't figure out why they can't live in peace and harmony. He no longer expects to get anything from his so-called father, but he doesn't see his good at all, as if his existence is owed to him.

Holding the hem of his clothes tightly, as if trying his best to suppress the urge to break free, Lu Qilin lowered his head indifferently.

The door of the ward was gently pushed open and closed, and a hand was placed on Lu Qilin's shoulder.

"Go to the next room and sleep for a while, I'll watch over here!"

Lu Qilin raised his head in a daze, looked at An Yiyang who was standing beside him without saying a word, his clear eyes were blank and dependent, and he turned sideways without any sign.

An Yiyang looked down at Lu Qilin who was hugging him, and sighed. An Yiyang raised his hand to stroke the back of Lu Qilin's head, looking at the old man on the bed feeling helpless.

What the doctor said was actually not very good, which An Yiyang couldn't say no matter what he looked at the current Lu Qilin.

An Yiyang couldn't be more clear about Lu Qilin's concern for Mr. Yan.

This is his negligence recently. He just didn't expect that his mother, who has always been calm, would go to Lu Qilin in person this time.

No matter what the original intention is, the result now cannot be undone.

In the end, Lu Qilin did not leave Mr. Yan's ward, relying on the infusion of nutrient solution to maintain it.

On New Year's Eve, Lu Qilin sat in the hospital all night, accompanied by An Yiyang, but the phone in his pocket vibrated for a long time before returning to calm.

When An Yiyang walked out of the ward early the next morning, he saw his mother who had been waiting outside for who knows how long.

"Mom, why are you here?" An Yiyang stepped forward and was about to pull his mother down.

"I should come and have a look. I cannot shirk my responsibility for this matter. I am sorry for that child, but I will not compensate my own son for it!"

Zhang Fan's tone was calm and firm, and he looked at An Yiyang even more sadly and pleadingly.

"You are my only son. Is he really more important than your mother in your heart?" Zhang Fan regretted more than once in his heart.

She really regretted being nosy back then, and even a little disgusted with her extra sympathy.

"Is this the so-called good intentions not rewarded?"

"Whether you are kind or not, you know in your heart!" Lu Qilin continued standing at the door of the ward at some point.

Reaching out to close the door of the ward, Lu Qilin looked at Zhang Fan coldly.

He didn't have superfluous feelings for this woman. He was kind and caring when they met for the first time, but when he realized that Lu Mian really hated him, he just let it go...

Lu Qilin's instinctive repulsion for such a purposeful approach is not because of Lu Mian's disgust, but because he doesn't like such emotions mixed with too much calculation.

But An Yiyang was an accident, and she was An Yiyang's mother.

This is an unalterable fact.

Thinking of this, Lu Qilin silently swallowed the following words, and looked up at An Yiyang who stood aside with a strange expression.

"You guys have to find another place to talk, don't disturb my grandpa here!"

After Lu Qilin said this, he walked into the ward again. He didn't want to say anything now, and he didn't want to see anyone.

An Yiyang stared at the closed wooden door, turned first and walked downstairs.

"You have been guarding here all night, go home and rest first, your Uncle Lu is already looking for the best cardiologist to come and take care of you." Zhang Fan thought for a while before saying to An Yiyang, "Your father I want you to go back and have a look these days..."

"Mom, you know I won't leave at this time. Although he doesn't like to talk, he always sees his heart more clearly than ordinary people, and his personality is more sensitive. I want to stay here and watch him."

"He doesn't need you to look at him, he still has his own father, and he doesn't need a child to bear all the things." Zhang Fan said that the corners of his eyes were already a little red.

"Even if Mom is begging you, okay? Mom is not as calm and calm as she seems. Mom is very anxious and worried about you now. What I taught you since childhood is a very upright and positive outlook on life. Why do you now become like this?"

"Maybe you just misunderstood and mistakenly misinterpreted sympathy and pity as liking. Mom knows that you can't force you, but you still have a long way to go in the future. You can't change your direction so resolutely now. Another difficult road!"

"Mom, mom...we all need time, I don't want...I just want to be with him now, can we talk about other things later?" An Yiyang stretched out his hand to embrace Zhang Fan in his arms, My mother, who has a strong and beautiful memory, has gradually become thinner.

Two different senses of responsibility are intertwined and entangled in my heart, but there is no universal law in the world, and I have to bear Tathagata and Qing.

I don't know if it's guilt or some other reason. Lu Mian really attaches great importance to Mr. Yan's condition, but the old man is old after all, and his heart still has old diseases.

After three days, Lu Qilin still hadn't woken up, and Lu Qilin, who had been insisting on staying in the hospital, became more and more calm and desolate.

An Yiyang looked worried, but Lu Mian was very tired of seeing An Yiyang and Lu Qilin staying together.

The doctor finally issued a critical illness notice, and Lu Qilin didn't make any hysterical noises, and even accepted the fact with a somewhat abnormal calmness.

On the morning of the fourth day of the Spring Festival, there was a heavy snowfall, which filled the backyard of the inpatient area. The old man struggled to open his eyes. Lu Qilin reacted for a while and was about to run out to call the doctor, but the old man stretched out his hand to hold Lu Qilin.

"Grandpa?" Lu Qilin called out tentatively. In the past few days, he had hallucinations of the old man waking up countless times, but every time he didn't know it was real.

The old hands are like dry bones, and walking to the end alone is like a big tree that has lost all nutrients, and it is time to return to dust.

Mr. Yan looked in good spirits, and even stretched out his hand to slightly pull down his oxygen mask.

"Grandpa!" Lu Qilin yelled again worriedly, the fear in his heart began to spread, tears were already dripping down uncontrollably.

"Don't...don't be afraid, we are all irresponsible adults who let you bear so many things at such a young age. Grandpa feels sorry for you and can only watch you come here."

"Life is so long, the rest of your life is for you to live..."

As soon as An Yiyang was about to enter the door, he heard a cry, and some felt bad and immediately called for the doctor.

Several doctors ran quickly, An Yiyang reached out and hugged Lu Qilin, who was holding the old man's hand, to stop him.

But the final rescue was not carried out in time, and the old man seemed to go away quietly.

"Ah... ah..." Lu Qilin struggled in An Yiyang's arms that he didn't let go of, and those heart-piercing voices made the eyes of the people around him sore.

Lu Mian was attending an important banquet, and when he rushed to the hospital, he just took a quick look at the mortuary.

The preparations for the funeral were extremely simple, but on the day of the burial, many students who had been taught by Professor Yan came, and some of them were even over fifty years old.

Lu Qilin was dressed in black, kneeling in front of the tombstone with the portrait of Mr. Yan in his arms, unwilling to get up for a long time.

All time and space are far away, the gray weather is cold to the bone, the cool wind seems to be able to blow into the bone through the pores, Lu Qilin lowered his head and looked at the tombstones on the left and right.

"This is my grandmother, and this is my mother." As he spoke, he turned his head and glanced at An Yiyang, who was kneeling beside him, "Will you still be with me?"

Before An Yiyang could speak, Lu Mian in the distance got out of the car angrily. Lu Qilin gently put down the portrait and stood up. Before Lu Mian came over, someone stopped him.

"You bastard, you bastard!" How could Lu Mian not be angry? No one in the circle knew that Professor F's respected Professor Yan was his father-in-law. As a result, he received the lawyer's letter just after the Spring Festival. go out.

The cooperation project he had prepared for more than half a year was temporarily put on hold because of this incident, and even his reputation for so many years of business was ruined.

The two bodyguards who followed Lu Mian and the people who blocked them were torn apart, and the tense atmosphere was on the verge of breaking out, and Lu Qilin had no intention of backing down in the slightest.

Since he has nothing left, why is Lu Mian able to do his business well, earn his money, and enjoy his wealth.

There is no absolute fairness in this world, and he doesn't want to have the last laugh, he just wants to see Lu Mian has nothing.

Everything the Yan family gave him can be taken back.

"You dared to come, I thought you would be afraid?" Lu Qilin looked at Lu Mian and narrowed his more delicate and beautiful eyes slightly, "Are you afraid of retribution?"

"Little bastard, I am your father!"

"Haven't you announced to the whole world that you have severed the relationship between father and son?" Lu Qilin reminded indifferently.

"Then I am also your father, and only the father disciplines his son. How can a son sue Lao Tzu for treason!" Lu Mian was very angry, and his heart was even more angry and reconciled. He would be planted in the hands of a young child.

"Really? Didn't you say that my mother has me because of her affair with other men?" Lu Qilin said as he walked towards Lu Mian.

"After so many years of carrying the tragedy of the victim, I really wronged you. In this case, what relationship do I have with you?"

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