Necessary and sufficient conditions for secret love to come true

The bag was not small, and a pile of bits and pieces were poured out, and they were picked up casually. The Zong family's parents included Zong Jiahe's household registration book, ID card, real estate certificate, passbook, bank card and even a medical insurance card, four or five pieces of gold jewelry, a watch, two It's hard to find such a complete set of mobile phones for them.

Zong Jing stared at the pile of things silently, trembling with anger.

Second Uncle Zong rubbed his hands, "Well, look, it's been well kept for you, there's nothing missing..."

Aunt Zong snatched her bag, put back her wallet, eyebrow pencil, hand cream and other odds and ends that fell out along with it, and muttered dissatisfiedly, "If you are looking for something, just look for it. I have been out for a few years to be polite. It's all gone..."

The old lady was still talking and crying like a storyteller. The eldest son was gone, so she had to rely on the younger son and daughter. She was obviously on their side, complaining that Zong Jing hadn't been home for many years, and made trouble when he got home.

Zong Jing couldn't bear it anymore, and suddenly got into trouble, picked up the cups on the coffee table next to him and threw them on the ground one after another, "Get out of my house!"

Shards of glass splashed everywhere, and Aunt Zong jumped back a few meters, scolding in a high-pitched voice, "It's said that you are mentally ill, now you look like a lunatic!"

All the things were taken away by Zong Jing. If the three of them were bundled together, they probably wouldn't even try to take things from him. They didn't take advantage of anything. The loss of a family to support their parents was even more stressful, as well as the problem with Zong Jing. The contempt gathered together made her ignore it.

Second Uncle Zong still wanted to show some face, he helped the old lady who jumped up and hid behind him, and sternly accused, "Be reasonable, we ran for a day just to let you get out?"

Zong Jing's eyes were red, like a trapped animal, and he tried his best to hold back his anger, "I thank you all, now, go back to your own homes!"

Seeing that he seemed to be even angrier than before, the young man in his twenties hadn't seen him for seven or eight years, and they would have to bear it if his relatives refused to recognize him. Thinking about it this way, the three of them would no longer dare to entangle each other, just like running away Go out one after another.

Mrs. Zong went downstairs in tears, eager to let the whole world know her grievances. Along the way, she almost grabbed a person who was walking his dog in the neighborhood and cried a few words.

Finally quiet, Zong Jing huddled on the sofa, covering his throbbing stomach with one hand, and covering his eyes with the other.

I don't know how long it took before the door of the living room rang twice. The door was not locked at all. The people outside waited quietly for a while, then tried to open a crack, "Zong Jing?"

With an unfamiliar female voice, Zong Jing struggled to sit up, "Who?" The room was brightly lit, and he suddenly opened his eyes and couldn't see clearly for a moment.

"Bai Xianyun," self-reported home, Bai Xianyun carefully walked around the glass shards on the ground, "Yutang will arrive in about an hour, he asked me to come and see you first. How are you?"

"What is he here for?" Zong Jing's aching stomach twitched again because of the way he sat up.

He slowly remembered that the old stomach disease was almost cured early, and the pain now was probably caused by the sudden accident and excessive mental pressure.

"Of course he is here to accompany you. He will definitely be by your side at this time." Bai Xianyun has been taking care of patients for the past few months, and he is no worse than a professional nurse. As soon as he got close, he found something wrong, "Where are you wrong?" Comfortable? Have you eaten anything today?"

"No," Zong Jing had mixed feelings in his heart. Except for his grandma, who had been guarding outside the ICU, holding his hand at noon and handing him a glass of warm water. For a whole day, surrounded by relatives, no one asked him if he had eaten or not. Did not drink water.

"Is there anything else that needs to be done tonight?" Bai Xianyun walked around the living room, and quickly found a broom and dustpan to clean up the broken glass.

"No, I want to go to the hospital to guard." Zong Jing said to get up to help.

"Stay here and rest," Bai Xianyun pushed him back, went to the kitchen and began to boil half a pot of boiling water, at the same time unceremoniously rummaged through the cabinets, found a bucket of children's rice noodles, soaked them and brought them to the living room, "You have to Hold on, Yutang will be here in a while, if you need anything, tell him, tell us."

"Okay," Zong Jing said with a sore nose, "Then I won't be polite. Help me look through the kid's clothes in the room. Zong Jiahe is still in the hospital, so I haven't prepared anything for him."

"Okay, you drink the rice noodles. If you don't have enough, go to the kitchen to make your own. I'll pack up and make sure you have everything before you go to the hospital."

"Thank you! Really, thank you." Zong Jing held the somewhat hot bowl, feeling the warmth spread from his palm to his limbs.

"Thank you, Yutang," Bai Xianyun smiled, and deftly took out a small bag, which was full in a short while, including toiletries, a change of clothes, and the little doll's underwear.

When the two went out, Liu Yutang called and he had already landed at Q City Airport.

Both sides rushed to the hospital, Liu Yutang arrived at the hospital only a quarter later than Zong Jing, Bai Xianyun picked him up downstairs, explained the situation, and the ward floor explained, "I'll go back at night, it's too late You can order takeaway to feed yourself, and give him some light food, I will deliver food to you tomorrow morning, so please stay with him."

Liu Yutang hugged her gratefully, "Thank you, dear."

Bai Xianyun thumped him, "I want to thank me. From now on, I can think about this year's birthday present. I will take whatever you give me. Now, stop talking nonsense and go to accompany someone."

Liu Yutang sent her off and went to the ICU first. At night, the empty corridors and benches in the hospital were chilly, and Zong Jing was the only one sitting with his face buried in his palms.

It had been sixteen hours, and the doctor's diagnosis was still brain death.

He didn't even dare to lie on the glass and look in. His mother's head was covered with thick gauze, and her cheeks were covered with scabs of blood.

Liu Yutang walked over lightly, bent down and pressed his palm lightly on his shoulder.

Zong Jing raised his eyes suddenly, saw him, relaxed his tense shoulders, took off the hands on the shoulders and held them, without saying a word.

Liu Yutang didn't know what to say, because he felt the same way, it was useless to say anything at this time, so he could only squat in front of Zong Jing and put his arms around his shoulders.

Zong Jing was hugged by him for half a minute before he could react, and suddenly clasped his shoulders with both hands, and clasped him tightly in his arms with all his strength, burying his face in his pit of strength.

Liu Yutang felt that the skin on the side of his neck was cold and damp, and immediately his whole body was as heavy and suffocating as if soaked in the cold muddy water in early winter.

"...It's like a dream." Zong Jing's voice was close at hand, but indistinct.

But I can't tell you, it will get better, Liu Yutang's eyes were sore, "I'm always here."

Zong Jing let go of his man, still holding his hand, "Are you here on leave?"

"Well, it's all arranged, don't worry." Liu Yutang tried hard to warm him up, took his hand out of his palm, closed his hands together and wrapped his cold fingertips in the middle.

Zong Jing suddenly let out a long sigh, "I thought my life was already difficult enough, but I didn't expect that the thieves haven't had enough fun."

If there is anyone in this world who can let him speak his mind, there are probably only Liu Yutang and Zhang Taian left.

Liu Yutang quietly listened to his talk about the few people who were tumbling in their house when his father was still dead and his mother was still alive, silently sticking closer to him, trying to make him lie down on the bench, "You have a good rest, when the time comes I'll call you when the nurse looks at the data. They won't last long in your life, and many of the things you've said to me before will be fine without me repeating them..."

"I understand the truth." Zong Jing followed his pressure and lay down on his side, but he couldn't help it.

Suddenly remembered, in the past, every time he dragged his exhausted body and gritted his teeth, he had a small hope that someone could say when he was tired, "Go to rest early..."

Such consolation and pampering came suddenly in such a gloomy and cold moment.

Zong Jing was pillowed on Liu Yutang's lap, holding his hand with mixed feelings.

When the sky turned pale, the doctor on duty finished recording the data of the testing equipment, and stood in front of the two with an apologetic expression. I'm young, sorry."

Zong Jing blinked his sore eyes, "Thank you."

Like him, Liu Yutang hadn't slept all night. Standing outside the glass window and looking at the people inside who were covered with various monitoring equipment and life support machines, he was in a trance, and subconsciously grabbed Zong Jing's hand tightly.

Zong Jing stood outside the window and watched for half an hour, then suddenly wiped his face, "Go and see Zong Jiahe."

"Okay." Liu Yutang ran to the nurse's station to say hello, and followed Zong Jing to the inpatient department.

It was still early, and the pediatric ward was already bustling with activity. Besides the constant crying, there were also many parents.

Liu Yutang followed Zong Jing and saw him stop still when he reached the door of the ward, "What's wrong?"

Zong Jing's face concealed a sad calmness, like an ice surface cracked by a boulder, he clenched his fist for a moment, pushed the door open and went in, "Second Aunt came here quite early."

Second Aunt Zong was handing Grandma Zong a face towel, and at the same time sang and cried to Zong Jiahe with the old lady. Hearing this, she turned around and glanced at him bitterly, "Why do you leave such a kid in the ward in spite of?"

The nurse next to him who had been trying to stop him quickly raised his hand, "Mr. Zong, I'm in bed with you all night."

Zong Jing nodded, "Thank you, please help him prepare some breakfast."

The nurse couldn't wait, and left like a wind holding a stainless steel lunch box.

Zong Jiahe's big eyes similar to Zong Jing's were a little swollen, but he didn't dare to make a sound, and just shed tears silently. When he saw two strange men, he sat on the bed and unconsciously moved back.

He is only four years old. From last night to today, he was first frightened by his parents' quarrel, then left in his mother's arms, chased by his father, and thrown out by a car accident. My hands were wrapped in plaster and I couldn't move. I didn't know anyone around me, and I was considered brave if I didn't cry until I lost my breath.

I finally saw someone I knew this morning. My grandma was crying, and he couldn't understand most of what she said. What does it mean that my father is gone?What do you mean gone?

At the beginning, he also cried a few words, "Mom, I want my mother..."

Being pinched on the calf by the second aunt, "Your mother is dead! When you are crying, be honest now!"

Afterwards, he only dared to choke and weep silently, and seeing two people who might be more vicious than the second aunt, he was so frightened that he almost fainted.

Zong Jing walked past the two women and hugged Zong Jia under his armpit as if no one was around, "I'm your brother."

Zong Jiahe was suddenly lifted up by him, so frightened that he forgot to breathe, and his face turned blue for a few seconds.

Liu Yutang snatched him off in a hurry, patted the back of his shoulder gently, "You're scaring the kid," he glanced at the toiletry bag on the bedside table, picked it up and stepped back, "You take care of other things first, I'll take him with you." Go out and wash up."

Zong Jiahe felt that he might be abducted. The kindergarten teacher told the story of the little boy being taken away by strangers and sent to the mountains more than a dozen times, and his mother said it every day. He understood this very well.

Immediately, he didn't dare to hold it in any longer. Although the second aunt and grandma were fierce, they were people he knew. He burst into tears and struggled to get out of Liu Yutang's arms, calling vaguely, "Help, I won't go away." ,I do not go!"

Second Aunt Zong caught her and grabbed Liu Yutang's cuff with all her strength, "Who are you? Why are you hugging our child? Let go of him, let go!"