One centimeter temperature difference gl

Quanyuan was not worried about Xiao Yao, but she was even more worried about Lao Dao.

Although no matter how strong the character is, women are always the weak side when it comes to love, but Xiaoyao understands self-regulation and will not do stupid things.

The old knife is different.

He could keep himself sick.

Lao Dao's character really makes people hate iron and steel, and he is so angry that he can't hit him.He wouldn't snort if he was killed.

However, Quanyuan thought about his own personality, which seemed to be quite toothache, and for a while, he felt that it would be useless to scold Lao Dao.

She saw that Lao Dao really wouldn't chase the little demon anymore, so she had to tell him to go up first and go see the little demon by herself.

It's just that when he ran to the door, the little demon had long since disappeared.

Quanyuan turned to a place where no one was around and called Xiao Yao.

When playing the second time, Xiao Yao picked it up.

She should be tidying herself somewhere, the sound of running water can be heard at the source of the spring.

Quan Yuan said, "Shall we have a meal together at noon?"

The little demon has a strong nasal voice, and her voice looks pitiful.

"No, sister, don't worry about me, I'm just uncomfortable, and I'll be fine in a while."

Quanyuan said, "I asked Rongrong to look for you?"

"No, sister, leave me alone, I don't want to talk."

Quanyuan said: "I don't persuade you. You also know that Lao Dao is a man. He can't do things that deliberately make others blame him. But his temper is really annoying. If you like him, you have to bear it. If you don't like him, it's okay." You have to cry for him, right? That’s the thing about liking people. When you cry, there is always a time to laugh. If you don’t laugh for him, there are always others, right?”

"I know……"

"Eat well at noon."

There was a hum over there.

Quan Yuan said: "I promise. If I don't eat, I will get wrinkles."

The little demon smiled, but his voice was still bitter.After a while, he asked, "Sister... Should I still like him?"

Quan Yuan said, "Do you still like him?"

The little demon sniffed, but didn't speak.

Quan Yuan said: "Only you know what you like. If you still like him, go ahead and like him boldly. If you don't like him, then let him go without hesitation. You are the most important thing. Only you can have the person you like."

The little demon cried over there again.

After crying for a while, she said: "I just want to cry for a while, I will have a good meal at noon."

Quanyuan hummed.

Xiao Yao said: "Sister hang up, you can go up to see Auntie. Today is the holiday, and she is happy if someone visits her. I was embarrassed to run out just now."

Quan Yuan said, "I'll go up. If you want to have dinner together, just call me. I'll introduce my friend and my brother to you. We'll have fun together."

The little demon said, "Next time."

After hanging up the phone, Quanyuan looked around again... The little demon shouldn't be far away, it's in the front building.Just now a group of nurses were talking and laughing, and she seemed to hear the nurses talking and laughing on the phone.

It's just that she thought about it and finally couldn't find it.

Xiao Yao is different from He Chenxi.

He wasn't so intimate with her that he could show her how embarrassed he was, so let Xiao Yao be quiet for a while.

When he went upstairs and entered the ward, the doctor was changing the infusion bag for Lao Dao's mother.After the doctor left, Quanyuan went over to say hello.

Lao Dao's mother looked haggard and haggard.Very emaciated, as if only a handful of bones remained.And also too old.After she heard Quanyuan's voice, she turned her head to look at Quanyuan and smiled, "You bothered me, and you came to see my old lady one by one. A girl came over just now." She asked Lao Dao, "Where is the girl? You Don't ask people to sit down for a while."

Lao Dao said: "Is there anything good to do in the hospital, please invite her to sit at home next time. And she suddenly has something to do."

The old lady said, "Mom is also confused, and she told people to come to play again when she is free. Why did the hospital come to play? People won't blame Mom for not being able to talk, right? Tell her..."

Quan Yuan could hear the feeling of uneasiness and inferiority in the old lady's tone, and said, "Auntie, don't be so obsequious, everyone in the company is a friend."

The old lady was busy looking at Quanyuan again: "That's right, you take care of each other and work hard..." She continued to babble, this is a common problem of the elderly.There is no theme logic, just like to talk.Maybe it's because I'm lonely after staying in a place like a hospital for a long time, so the words seem extra.

Lao Dao said: "This is the leader of our unit, who bought fruit for you."

The old lady snorted, and immediately sat up a bit: "Hello, leader, please sit down quickly. Please pour some water for the leader."

Lao Dao's name is Lu Zheng.

Quanyuan hurriedly said no.

She wanted to say that she was Lao Dao's friend, but when she saw Lao Dao's mother, although a little embarrassed, she looked proud of her son, so she followed Lao Dao's meaning: "Brother Lu works hard and has good ability. They all depend on him.”

The old lady was even happier: "You are the ones who take care of him. As a mother, I understand his temper, so you bother me."

Quanyuan followed this topic and chatted with the old lady for a while.It's just that the old lady always looks dazed.

The old lady said: "The girl just now is also an employee of the boss's company?"

Quanyuan said yes.Look a little embarrassed.Liu Yun also called her the boss, and now it's weird to hear Lao Dao's mother say that.What's more, they are a little-known small company, and the boss has few soldiers and generals. It's too awkward to hear an old man tremblingly calling the boss like this.

"Auntie, you can just call me Koizumi. I usually call me Brother Lu Zheng."

The old lady smiled contentedly because her son's boss gave him face.

She asked: "Tell auntie, is the girl just now dating? I asked Zheng Zai and he refused to say."

Quan Yuan was about to answer, but Lao Dao interrupted her: "In the company, colleagues are not allowed to fall in love. If you don't say these things, Boss Quan won't know."

"..." Quanyuan couldn't hear Lao Dao calling him boss.But she could see that Lao Dao didn't want her mother to be too close to her.It must be that he was afraid that the old lady would ask him to help her match her son with 'that girl'.

Quan Yuan could only say, "Well... I don't know either."

"That's it... Then why can't we find each other?" The old lady didn't understand: "Why? It's not tiring to work with men and women. Your leaders are here, don't lie to me."

Lao Dao looked at Quanyuan, and Quanyuan had no choice but to say: "There is such a saying...the main reason is that everyone will be distracted."

"How can you be distracted? It's not tiring to work with a man and a woman. That's what my ancestors said..."

Lao Dao said: "Mom, you don't understand the company's affairs." He lowered his voice: "Our leader is still here."

"Oh..." The old lady came to her senses, "Leader Quan, don't worry...my old lady doesn't understand, she talks nonsense."

"Just call me Koizumi..."

The old lady was still depressed.

Usually she never saw her son dating any girl, and now a nice girl came to the hospital to see his mother and the old lady was excited.

Girls are all reserved, and they must be talented if they take the initiative to come here.

As a result, her hopes are now in vain, and even the fact that the leader came to visit her son's mother can't make her happy again.

After chatting for a few more words, the old lady seemed a little out of spirits and was trying to hold on.

Quanyuan hurriedly left and asked Lao Dao to stay and take care of his mother, but the old lady insisted on sending her son off.

Quanyuan had no choice but to ask Lao Dao to help the old lady lie down first, and then the two went out together.

At this time, there were a lot of people waiting at the elevator, so Quan Yuan said it would be better to take the stairs.

Lao Dao was quite eloquent in front of his own mother, but now he is silent again.

Quanyuan sighed inwardly.

She knew that Lao Dao refused to talk, so it was not easy to ask.

And he was under too much pressure.

This can be regarded as a kind of induction of "similar people".

Quanyuan always feels that Lao Dao is also the kind of person who pushes himself too hard because of some character that is not quite right.

I don't know what's on his mind.Quanyuan didn't dare to ask.Not at that opportunity, talking about this topic will not improve the status quo, but will become a kind of oppression.

Quanyuan didn't dare to put pressure on Lao Dao.

She feels that Lao Dao has become more and more depressed recently, and there is always a feeling that one straw may collapse.

It doesn't take a lot of brains to think about it... I'm afraid Lao Dao's mother is not well anymore.

Quan Yuan asked, "What's going on with Auntie's illness?"

Quanyuan actually visited Lao Dao's mother before.But it was late that time, and the old man was very tired after the infusion, so she put down the flower and fruit basket and left.

Although the memory of the old man will be a little bit declining, but it should not be completely unimpressed like looking at a stranger.

And not to mention the spirit, the appearance of the body is worse than before.

Lao Dao choked up for a while before opening his mouth: "It's about to die. His eyes are also blind."

Quan Yuan was stunned.

Eyes were fine last time.

Now she wants to understand what that sense of loss is... It turns out that the old lady can no longer see.

"Didn't it mean that the kidney source was discharged?"

"The hospital didn't dare to change it, and the doctor didn't recommend changing it...and it couldn't last. My mother's diabetes is also in the advanced stage. Recently, her mind is very confused, sometimes even I can't recognize it."

Fountain was silent.

Birth, old age, sickness and death are natural, but when you meet them, you really don't know how to comfort others.

Language is always pale.

What words are useful?

It will always get better is self-deception and hurting others.Say cheer up to save your family from worrying? ...It's also completely useless, it will only give people more pressure.

Finally Izumi patted his arm.

"Auntie wants to see you find someone..."

Lao Dao shook his head.

"Xiao Yao is a good girl, and it's not that you don't like her. If it's because of Auntie..." Lao Dao's mother won't live long, and it won't drag Xiao Yao down much.The first thing Quanyuan thought of was this fact.However, such a fact is too cruel to say. She said: "Don't always think that doing this is good for the little demon. She ran out and cried just now... I called her and she kept crying. Don't forget to ask me to spend more time with your mother... She is a good girl, and she is willing to take care of your mother. You think you are treating her well but you are actually hurting her."

Lao Dao shook his head: "She doesn't understand. Don't try to persuade me. We can't be together. She can't live a good life with me...I'll go up first."

Quanyuan knew that there was no way to talk.

"Go up. If you need money, just tell me..."

Lao Dao nodded.

Eye sockets turned red.

His mother is his weakness, and money is a knife.

Money made this man sad.

If he was rich, he wouldn't have made his mother's later years so difficult.

Quanyuan didn't want to see him cry, and Lao Dao didn't want to cry in front of Quanyuan either.

He couldn't speak anymore, he just waved his hand towards Quanyuan.

Quan Yuan also waved his hand and turned around immediately.

After Lao Dao went upstairs, she turned her head and took another look.

He was indeed the dying camel.

He also seemed to be an old man dying.

The back view of Lao Dao made Quan Yuan uncomfortably depressed.

But how to help him?

I always feel that besides his mother's illness, there is something in him that has been oppressing him and sucking his vitality.