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I don’t know how gratifying it will be to see it online.We are... friends, he's gone, I'm just doing my best for him. "

The corners of his eyes were suddenly wet, and the lenses were covered with a layer of moisture. Xiao Zhang took off his glasses and gently wiped them with a doctor's gown.

Grandma Han's fingertips slid across the white of his black hair, "It's our fault after all, and everything in the world is inseparable from cause and effect. Xiu'er has become like this now, it always reminds me of his father... last night , I have been thinking, is this God's punishment for us, punishment for our unreasonableness, punishment..."

(12 fresh coins) (Birth) 143 When will the pain of the vicissitudes of life disappear?

The stars change, and what is changed is only the moment of vicissitudes.

Things are different, and all that remains is the heart-wrenching tossing and turning.

That year, the midsummer was scorching;

That year, Xiao Zhang was in full bloom.

This hospital, this corridor... Blood spilled from the elevator all the way into the operating room. I never knew that so much red liquid could flow out of a person's body.

No one can forget that pair of pupils containing thousands of words, unwilling and helpless... wide open.

On the blood-stained operating table, Xiao Zhang's trembling hands tried hard several times, but he couldn't close his eyes; his blood seemed to be drained, and he was as pale as paper.

A tear slowly fell down, many people saw it, but they didn't know who the tear was shed for, it was a secret, hidden in the tightly closed eyes forever.

One glance of nostalgia exhausted his whole life.

"Xiao Zhang, do you hate him?"

Shaking his head, Xiao Zhang knelt down and lay on Grandma Han's lap, crying like a child.

"Back then, I failed to keep him; now, I will do my best to wake his son up."

"Son, it's hard for you." Grandma Han choked up, tears flickering.

Cause and effect are all in circles.

The sound of firecrackers, the celebration and singing, and the dance steps of the New Year are crazy and enthusiastic.

Han Kaixiu didn't wake up, despite his family's endless calls.

In the first-class ward, there were waves of servants shuttling back and forth, and daily utensils, large and small, moved in one after another. This place seemed to have become a private apartment.

Grandma Han has been living in the hospital all this time, and she almost moved the big bed from home with such a big fanfare. People who didn't know thought she was in the hospital.

Mama Zhang would bring Da Bao and Er Bao over every day and let them stay with their father, hoping that the two unweaned children could wake up Han Kaixiu.

Time was passing bit by bit, despair seeped into the bones and blood, tugging at the heart; Wei Yiran came, when the car accident happened, he was abroad, and he rushed back as soon as he got the news through the TV broadcast.

Wei Yiran doesn't doubt Han Kaixiu's love for the grassroots, he just hates Han Kaixiu for not being able to protect the grassroots, and hates himself for not being by his side when the grassroots are in trouble.

"If the grassroots followed me back then, it wouldn't be like this now."

Death is like a lamp being extinguished, and the original vows are turned into smoke.Seeing Han Kaixiu who was so angry on the hospital bed, his heart ached inexplicably.

For the grassroots, for myself, and for Han Kaixiu.

Is the destruction of the family the final outcome of homosexuals?

Grass roots, do you regret this ending?

Many people were eagerly waiting for Han's year-end meeting, but Grandpa Han stubbornly postponed the meeting, ignoring the protests of individual shareholders.

Regardless of his old age, Grandpa Han resolutely sits in front of the Han family and tries his best to guide the unstable Han family into the right track.He desperately wanted to leave the Han clan to Xiu'er, no matter how long the wait was, he had to wait.

In Han Kaixiu's office, Grandpa Han finished processing a pile of documents, he took off his reading glasses, and stared at the photo frame on the table with vicissitudes of life; the person inside was no stranger to him, it was the man named Caogen.

Withered fingers brushed the smiling cheeks, "I'm sorry for you, Xiu'er hasn't woken up yet, you know in heaven, please keep Xiu'er safe."

Wei Yiran recorded the photos of the grassroots at home into a CD, which was played in the ward in a loop 24 hours a day.Han Kaixiu didn't wake up, but Grandpa Han and Grandma Han gained a comprehensive understanding of everything at the grassroots level through these trivialities of life, and through Zhang Mawei's supplementary description.

Accompanied by their sleeping father, Dabao and Erbao gradually grew up from soft, cartilaginous meatballs. Now they can crawl on the bed by themselves, and occasionally use their soft hands to gently caress their father's sleeping baby. The face was drooling and shouting indistinctly, as if calling for his father to wake up quickly.

Wei Yiran basically appears in the hospital every day, except for occasional conversations in front of Han Kaixiu's bed, most of the time he holds the child and looks at the grassroots who are crying or laughing on the screen in a daze; no special care is requested, Mama Zhang took care of all the washing and feeding. She rejected the maid brought by Grandma Han, and she took care of the two little ones herself. In just a few months, Mama Zhang's hair was almost completely white.

"Mother Zhang, please someone, you're going to collapse if you continue like this."

Narrowing her eyes strenuously, Zhang Ma looked carefully at Wei Yiran who was standing in front of her.Her eyesight has deteriorated severely, and the distance between her hands is foggy.

"Xiaoran, you came so early today!" Mama Zhang beat her waist, and hugged Dabao on her lap with great effort. "Baby, it's time to talk to Dad. Grandma will take you there."

Hugging Er Bao at the side, and walking inside, Wei Yiran frowned disapprovingly, "Why are you doing this!"

"The blood of the grassroots, I don't feel at ease giving it to others, it's better to take care of it myself." Putting the child on the bed, Zhang's mother turned to prepare tea, "What should I drink? Is it still green tea?"

"Mum Zhang, don't be too busy. I came here today to tell you something." Wei Yiran played with Er Bao's short fingers, and glanced at Han Kaixiu who was sleeping on the bed from the corner of his eye, "The grassroots car accident, I originally wanted to wait until Han Kaixiu, who was sleeping on the bed." Kaixiu woke up, let him deal with it himself, now it seems..."

Her back was so bent that Mama Zhang had to use a stool to get the cup on the shelf, "Young Master will wake up, he will not let anyone who hurts grassroots be spared, I believe Young Master."

Zhang Ma's body was shaking violently on the stool, Wei Yiran was sweating, she was really afraid that she would suddenly fall down.

Suddenly, Wei Yiran wanted to cry.

Grassroots, did you see it?Do you feel that this life is not in vain to have a mother who treats you so dearly?

After brewing tea, Mama Zhang washed some fruit and cut off two thin slices for Da Bao and Er Bao to suck and play, "Xiao Ran, I have worked hard for you these past few months, it's rare that you have the heart to come here every day."

"I just... cherish the two children. When they are still ignorant, even the grassroots will be sad. Seeing them every day, at least let the grassroots know that his children are still under my care. He will feel at ease point."

The love and hatred that used to be gone, even if the love is still there, it can only be kept in the heart and fermented with the passage of time.

Dependent origin and extinction cannot be controlled at all. Some things should be treasured in the heart.

"It's been half a year, young master... when will you open your eyes? Face the facts, face the child..."

On the LCD screen, the potbellied grassroots laughed happily in Han Kaixiu's arms. They were happy and happy at that time, and they expressed their happiness without reservation.

Wei Yiran thought, maybe they are too happy, God will set a harsh deadline for this happiness.

No one can guess how long it will take for Han Kaixiu to wake up; some say ten or eight years, and some say maybe it will be like this for a lifetime.

Wan Mulin has been here several times, each time getting older.When he came for the last time, he was still supported by someone, and he wanted to say something to the baby with trembling lips, but he didn't utter a word.

It was another severe winter and the twelfth lunar month, and Dabao could already stand up by himself, while Zhang Ma was almost blind.The news about Han's family is no longer news. The car accident on New Year's Eve last year gradually faded from people's minds, and only a few people still remember it.

The snow fell endlessly, and the car that had been on the side of the road for a long time finally started, passing through the snow and melting into the whiteness.

"Master Huan, do you regret it?" The person I once loved so much.

Cheng Huan faded away his stubbornness from a year ago, and the well-fitting suit made him look more elite, "It's all over, and regret can change anything. Let alone, the contract with Tian Cheng must be signed today, and the time is not up to date." Too much, hurry up and drive."

Last year's snowy night was also unforgettable for him.

Owning everything in the Wan family, the days when the stars are crowned with the moon, the heights are extremely cold; when he wakes up in the middle of the night, he is lonely and sleepless in an empty room.

From now on, my brother will take care of Xiao Huan, and my brother will protect you!

He inexplicably missed that man.

"Brother..." I don't even have the right to miss you!

(12 Fresh Coins) (Birth) 144 Awakening from a Dream: Things Are Different

In the season of warm spring and flowers blooming, the wind is light and the sun is warm, birds are singing and insects are singing, above the lush lawn, colorful kites are scrambling to climb higher and faster, and the cheerful silver bells of children escape into the clouds together with the kites.

On the balcony, two cute children who are as delicate as dolls pouted their buttocks and pointed to the envious Kuangliu Halazi at the sky.

Leaning on crutches, Zhang's mother fumbled to the side of the child, her gray eyes opened wide with difficulty, "Oh, my babies, what good things are you so happy to see? Tell grandma..."

The identical twins shook their little bodies happily when they saw Mama Zhang, laughing and throwing themselves into her arms.

Unable to tell who was who, Mama Zhang gently stroked the baby's tender face with rough palms, "This is a beautiful second baby, and she is drooling so much, grandma, change the baby into a beautiful pocket." Touching the crutches to get up, she stuffed a soft ball into her hands, "Mother Zhang, I've already brought them