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Patting that young and strong hand, Zhang's mother smiled, "Xiao Ran, you are here, let's see the young master, he is much better today."

"I'll see the child first, and I'll go there later."

Wei Yiran didn't change much, just changed his hairstyle, the short hair gave him a restrained edge, a bit more sharp and less friendly.

Dabao bared his baby teeth, "Mouse...mouse..."

He took out a small candy from his pocket, peeled off the wrapping paper and ground Dabao's teeth, "Uncle! Be good, remember, it's uncle."

Grabbing the candy, he narrowed his eyes with a smile, "Mouse...mouse..."

Zhang Ma put Erbao's wet bib aside, "After a while, the articulation will become clearer. Now Dabao can call Dad, and the young master is very happy. Erbao should slow down, I don't know when he will speak." .”

"The child who talks late is smart and doesn't worry. The two children are so good-looking, how great it is for him to see!"

Er Bao, who had put on a new bib, grabbed Zhang Ma's hand and stretched it towards Wei Yiran.Seeing that her brother had something to eat, the little girl got greedy, and asked Zhang Ma for candies, she felt shy.

Looking at the children, thinking of the grassroots, the memories that will never be erased made them burst into tears.

Candy was fed into Erbao's rosy mouth, Zhang Ma tried hard to hold back the tears, "Don't mention it in front of the young master, he cried for a few days after waking up, he just calmed down yesterday, don't let him be stimulated again."

A week ago, Han Kaixiu woke up without warning, and Zhang Mama Wei Yiran and others were overjoyed.

After a series of examinations, there is no problem in all aspects of function, but the sleep time is too long and the body is weak.

Whether the person is awake or not makes everyone worry; after waking up for a few days, Han Kaixiu has not said a word, from the beginning of crying to the two days of silence, even the psychiatrist cannot enter his inner world, he Shut up and refuse to talk to anyone.

When Grandpa Han found out that his grandson had woken up, he knelt in front of the photo of Grassroots and kowtowed loudly three times, "Thank you, Grassroots."

In front of Han Kaixiu, the two old people are like children who have done something wrong, facing Han Kaixiu's indifference with silent shame.

He was thin, his eye sockets were deeply sunken, he hadn't been exposed to sunlight for a long time, his hair color and skin were withered and dull, lying there like a puppet.

"Mum Zhang, he's the same as yesterday."

Putting Dabao and Erbao on the bed, Mama Zhang coaxed Dabao, "Baby, be good... Dad, call Dad..."

Dabao stretched his two fat legs and sat down on Han Kaixiu's stomach. His saliva dripped down, and he yelled, "...Dad...Dad..."

A miracle happened, Han Kaixiu, who was like a wooden man, smiled, although it was only a small movement, Wei Yiran still saw it.

"Mum Zhang, your eyes are not..." You can see it like this.

"Hehe... You don't know that, taking care of the young master for so long, many things are not relying on the eyes, but using the heart, and everything can be achieved with a heart!"

Tears welled up in Wei Yiran's eyes, "Han Kaixiu, you heard it, everything will come true if you want to, cheer up quickly, Mama Zhang and her children are waiting for you, and... and..." He was cruel, "The people who killed the grassroots are still at ease. If you love them, stand up and give the grassroots three treasures justice. They are all watching you."

"Xiaoran..." It's not that I said it, don't mention that.

"Grass root is his only medicine, and only stimulation can break him out of his corpse-like state."

Is it really?

Mama Zhang fumbled with her hand, and when she touched the warmth, she was startled, "Master, you are crying!"

"He listened, that's why he cried." Wei Yiran helped Zhang's excited mother, "Let him be quiet, I believe he will recover soon."

The door was closed, and the wind flapped the curtains, listening to the soreness of the man's heart palpitations when tears fell.

"dad……"

Dabao was playing with the small toy in his hand, but kept yelling the only single word he could say clearly.

Holding his son tightly to his chest with trembling hands, Han Kaixiu burst into tears.

The next day.

At daybreak, Han Kaixiu got up; Dabao and Erbao were still wandering in their sleep, sucking their fingers.

The shaver made a slight vibrating sound, and with his slightly unfamiliar hands, he cleaned the stubble off his chin little by little.

Once, there was a pair of clumsy hands shaving his beard, and there was a person who gnawed on his chin with envy...

"Why can you grow such a beautiful beard, I don't have it, it's not fair..."

"...If you were ugly, would I love you less..."

"Xiu, I love you—"

love you love you……

With a hand, there was a sharp pain on the face.

For a year, he has been having a dream, chasing the dream of this voice; in the chaotic darkness, he can't find the way forward, so he can only pursue this voice and move forward.

Love strengthened his pursuit, but... no matter how hard he tried, he got farther and farther away from him.

Sleeping for too long, Han Kai stayed up all night last night, almost without blinking, he greedily stared at the two children who had been neglected by him for more than a year, trying to find a bit of similarity to that person.

The twins have inherited many characteristics of the grass roots in their innocence, and even the little movements in their dreams are exactly the same as the grass roots.

Loved, hurt, cried, heartbroken... Loved so much that I couldn't love, loved until the end of the song.

Wife, you don't want to see me because you can't let go of your children; you wait for me, and when they are adults and independent, I will go to you, no matter how many years, you must wait for me, wait for me...

Without alarming others, Han Kaixiu took his three children and Zhang's mother, and quietly left the hospital where he had been staying for more than a year.

At the door, Wei Yiran waited there quietly.

The morning light shines on Han Kaixiu, ignoring his haggardness, he is still the cold and threatening Han Kaixiu.

The car window was opened, the morning breeze was blowing on the face, and the eyes as calm as the sea looked up at the sky.

Ma'am, we're going home.

In the bright and clean office, the sunlight penetrates the glass windows, and the brilliance shines in.

In front of the window, there was a man standing quietly with his arms crossed, facing the hustle and bustle outside the window, he didn't know what he was thinking.

Someone knocked on the door, but he didn't look back, "Come in."

"President, there are some gentlemen who want to see you, they..." The secretary hesitated to speak.

"Didn't I tell you to cancel? What should I do?" He was very angry, and he was not in the mood, so today's appointments were all cancelled.

"Oh, I can't tell, it really seems like that to put on an official air." The cool tone, just as the secretary was about to explain, sounded as the door was pushed open.

Turning around slowly, his deeply frowned brows furrowed even deeper, "What are you doing here?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Wei Yiran didn't invite himself in, and sat down casually, "You are a guest, you should serve a good cup of tea anyway, thank you for helping you!"

(12 coins) (Birth) 145 Exile, let conscience punish...

Signaling the secretary to go out to make tea, Cheng Huan sat on the tall CEO seat, condescending, "Tell me, what do you want to do?"

With slender fingers intertwined, Wei Yiran looked straight at him, his sharp eyes seemed to pierce his soul, "It doesn't matter what I want to do, what matters is what you have done, you know it in your heart."

Cheng Huan avoided his gaze, "I don't understand what you're talking about."

"Guilty." Wei Yiran smiled coldly, "Don't think that no one knows what happened to the grassroots. Han Kaixiu woke up, how long do you want to deny it?"

"Snapped"

Cheng Huan shouted angrily, "It was Han Kaixiu who killed brother, not me."

"You don't have the right to call him brother!" The cold voice pierced his eardrums, and Cheng Huan looked at the door in shock.

"Kai...Brother Kaixiu!" Good thing, he woke up.

Stepping on the steps step by step, rubbing the weight of the soles of the feet, Han Kaixiu stared at this face that was somewhat similar to the grass roots, and the more he took the step forward, the more he hated him.

"If you want people not to know, you have to do nothing. Cheng Huan, everyone should be responsible for the crimes they committed, you, I will not let you go!"

The joy was fleeting, and Cheng Huan's eyes returned to calm, "Brother Kaixiu, your accusation is groundless. When did I commit the crime, why didn't I know? Also, what about the evidence? I didn't even know you were say what."

"Wow---"

The thick envelope fell on the table, and a large stack of photos slid out.Han Kaixiu pointed at the person above, "Don't say you don't know this person, you took him away, and you still have a plausible argument. Cheng Huan, do you really have a heart? He treats you so well, so what do you do?" Pay him back? How could he have such a wolf-hearted brother like you!"

His expression remained the same, Cheng Huan looked at the photos one by one, and he actually smiled, "It's a good shot, I never thought that my brother would be so photogenic under this kind of lens, it's really..."

"You bastard!" Wei Yiran couldn't maintain Han Kaixiu's calmness. He rushed over furiously, grabbed Cheng Huan by the collar, and swung his fist, "You have no humanity, you are not human at all, you are not even a beast! Not as good."

The meticulous hairstyle was messed up, his cheeks were red and swollen, and Cheng Huan was still smiling, but his eyes were cold, "I'm not a human, so what are you? Wei Yiran, you never used your brother? Han Kaixiu, you treat your brother Enough care, good enough... How could my brother think of leaving you, your Han family, willing to accept my brother, how could he sneak away with the child on New Year's Eve. It's you, you are the murderer. Yours is ruined!"

"You will never die until you reach the Yellow River." There was an extra CD on the smooth tabletop, "Grass-roots kindness makes you a jackal like a relative. You are negligent, the video of that breakfast shop is the best It proves that the grassroots value family affection, and you brazenly took advantage of him and dared to call him brother in a hypocritical way, I feel like vomiting when I hear it."

The secretary came in with tea,