I'm weak, I installed [Transmigration Book]

Two sounds of water intertwined, Chunle water quickly rinsed the foam from his hands, Chu Lin stood on the other side of him washing his hands, and saw someone coming and called Teacher Jiang politely.

Jiang Buyi nodded, and said to Chu Lin: "The performance is very good, and the choreography is also very good,? I heard from your director that you are also undertaking part of the choreography and director work of the dance troupe?"

Chu Lin nodded.

Jiang Buyi said: "If you are dug into the national dance, will your dean hug my leg and cry?"

Chu Lin paused, then smiled and said, "It's not impossible."

Jiang Buyi smiled, and said to Chun Leshui, who waited anxiously for Chu Lin to wash his hands, "You dance very well, too."

"Thank you." Chun Leshui couldn't wait for Chu Lin to dry his hands, so he took out two paper towels and stuffed them for him, and dragged him to leave, "Brother, let's go out first."

Chu Lin was surprised, subconsciously glanced at Song Hanzhang who was silent next to him, thinking that the two of them had some trouble, but Chun Leshui could stay away from Song Hanzhang, Chu Lin wished for it, smiled apologetically at Jiang Buyi, and went out smoothly Throw used paper in the trash can by the door.

The outer door creaked twice, and after the footsteps disappeared, only Song Hanzhang and Jiang Buyan were left in the bathroom.

After the two looked at each other, they each looked away, Jiang Buyan lifted his foot into the room, Song Hanzhang turned around and went out from the bathroom.

He turned back along the way, and met Jian Wen who was looking for him halfway.

Jian Wen said: "Jiang Buyan and the others finished their meeting, and they will come down in a while. Let's wait for him in the lobby on the first floor."

Song Hanzhang had no objection, but turned his head to look inside when passing by the performance hall.

[Go, go, go, go, dog, stay away from my elder brother. 】

"What are you looking at?" Jian Wen looked along, only seeing the closed door of the performance hall.

"It's nothing."

The voices and footsteps became farther and farther away, and Chun Leshui breathed a sigh of relief: "Brother, let's go out too."

As he said that, he stretched out his hand to hold Chu Lin behind him, but it was empty.

Chun Leshui turned his head in a daze, Chu Lin turned around and lay on the back of the chair a few steps down, and raised his hand at him: "Here, Xiaochun."

After the interview, all the lights in the performance hall were turned off, except for a few beams of extremely dim spotlights on the ceiling by the wall, which made it difficult to see.

Chun Leshui called senior brother suspiciously, walked over and sat beside Chu Lin.

They were facing the stage that had just performed and was now hidden in the darkness.

"Xiao Chun," Chu Lin said, "I think I may not be able to get the role of mountain ghost."

"Why?" Chun Leshui was puzzled, "Brother, you dance so well."

Chu Lin smiled lightly, looked sideways at him, and even had a bit of complaint in his eyes, poked his head resentfully, although the movement was not heavy, he still poked Chun Leshui lightly twice.

"Senior brother!" He covered his forehead and refused to poke him, so Chu Lin took the opportunity to stroke his hair before withdrawing his hand.

Chu Lin knew that Chun Leshui's words were all sincere praises of him. This little junior always thought he was the best, and he was never stingy with his compliments. Level, like the kind of person who felt that his grades were poor every day when he was studying, and worried about No. 1 after the exam, but the result was a lot higher than others, and he was very surprised and thought it was impossible.

You said he was naturally dumb, but he wasn't dumb either.

But in the professional field full of talents, apart from enjoying the moment of standing on the stage and the joy brought by dancing, the rest of the time is too dull.

Chu Lin said: "If I were the interviewing teacher, I would definitely give you the role of mountain ghost."

"No!" Chun Leshui said, "If I were to interview the teacher, I would definitely give you the role of mountain ghost."

In Chun Leshui's heart, Chu Lin will always be the best one.

"Do you want to bet?" Chu Lin asked.

"What are you gambling?"

"I haven't thought about it yet, do you have a suggestion?"

"Then the loser promises the winner one thing," Chun Leshui said, "let's leave the game for now, and we'll talk about the specifics later when we think about it."

Chu Lin agreed, and Chun Leshui raised his little finger to pull the hook, Chu Lin smiled and hooked it: "Like a child, are you still afraid that I will break my promise?"

Chun Leshui smirked, Chu Lin couldn't break his promise, he just wanted to hook hands with him.The two sat in the dark performance hall for a long time. When they went out, Chun Leshui thought of Jian Wen and Song Hanzhang in the hall downstairs. Although he didn't know if they had left, but just to be on the safe side, he pushed Chu Lin out through the back door of the theater.

If Chu Lin couldn't tell who he was hiding from, he said helplessly, "Jian Wen and I have no chance, you don't have to guard against him like a thief."

Chun Leshui sighed and shook his head: "Student Chu Lin, you are still too young, and you have not been deeply involved in the world to know the sinister human heart."

He had an old-fashioned tone, and Chu Lin couldn't help laughing, and he made a gesture of listening sincerely: "What does Master Le Shui say?"

"You're not interested in Jian Wen, but you can't stop him from being interested in you. We have to guard against him!"

These second-generation ancestors were rich and powerful, and if they really wanted to use any means, Chu Lin didn't have any tricks at all. When Chun Leshui thought about it, he felt full of crisis.

Chu Lin said: "But I still owe him a meal."

"What meal?"

"Just last time in the clubhouse, he also helped me, and I still have to thank him out of emotion and reason."

In fact, the last time Chu Lin left early because of Chu Yu's affairs, Jian Wen asked him out a few times after he didn't have the meal with Jian Wen, but at that time he was busy taking care of Chu Yu's emotions at home, and later he was busy preparing for the interview, I really didn't have time to shirk them all.

But Chu Lin really thought about when he would be free to invite the other party back, as a thank you, and also wanted to make it clear that he and Jian Wen are people from two worlds, and he is not interested in entering the other party's world, so please don't come again Bother yourself frequently.

"Isn't it okay not to thank you?"

"After all, they helped me."

Don't look at Chu Lin who looks gentle and easy-talking as if he has a good temper, but Chun Leshui knows that he is a very principled person. Since he thinks that he has been helped by Jian Wen, he must give back to the other party to count this. Things evened out.

"He's not a good guy, senior brother, I'm afraid you'll get hurt." Chun Leshui was worried.

"I know, don't worry."

Chun Leshui lowered her eyes and said in a daze, "I'm afraid you will become the second me."

Chu Lin sighed, pinched Chun Leshui's shoulders to make him look up, his eyes were calm and firm: "No, don't worry, I have a measure."

Chun Leshui was silent for a few seconds, and said: "Then run away after eating, and stay as far away from him as possible."

the other side.

Song Hanzhang and Jian Wen waited in the lobby on the first floor after they went downstairs. The two sat on the sofa in the rest area. Jian Wen looked at his watch frequently: "Why isn't this Jiang Buyan coming down?"

Just as he was talking, a group of people went up and down the circular stairs, Jian Wen's eyes lit up: "It's finally here!"

Song Hanzhang turned his head and saw Jiang Buyan standing at the stairs surrounded by a group of people. He first gestured towards their direction, and then explained to his colleagues what they were doing before the group dispersed.

"What did you say his name was?" Song Hanzhang asked Jianwen.

"Jiang Buyan." Jian Wen said, "Is this name strange to Wuxia, but he also has a younger brother named Jiang Ming, who are obviously twins, but the two names have no connection at all."

Jiang Buwei...Jiang Ming...

These two names lingered in Song Hanzhang's ears. He watched Jiang Buyan come over and greeted Jian Wen first. Jian Wen introduced Song Hanzhang to him: "My partner and Fa Xiao, Song Hanzhang."

Song Hanzhang sat without moving, looking at him from bottom to top, Jiang Buyan also kept looking at him with one hand in his pocket, neither of them moved.

The atmosphere is stagnant.

Jian Wen looked around: "Do you know each other?"

"It's not acquaintance," Jiang Buyi raised his eyebrows, took his hand out of his pocket and handed it over, smiling wickedly, "It's just a meeting, isn't it Mr. Song?"

He carried a gun and a stick, and Song Hanzhang didn't budge. He stared at the hand for a while before slowly getting up. He didn't intend to shake hands at all. Instead, he stuffed his hands into his trouser pockets: "I really don't know him."

Jiang Buyi withdrew his hand indifferently, and the two stood facing each other, Jian Wen was taken aback for a moment when their eyes met the spark and lightning.

Not only does this look look like they don't know each other, but why are they meeting the two rivals in love?

He asked Song Hanzhang with his eyes, but it was a pity that the young master was in a bad mood now and took the initiative to block him.

"Jiang Buyan?" He repeated Jiang Buyan's name, "I thought your name was Jiang Ming."

"Jiang Ming is my younger brother, I did borrow his name last time." Jiang Buyan said, "But it doesn't seem to have much to do with you, does it?"

It really has nothing to do with Song Hanzhang, not to mention that Jiang Buyan borrowed Jiang Ming's name, even if his real name is Jiang Ming, it has nothing to do with Song Hanzhang.

After all, Song Hanzhang was upset with him not because of his name.

He said coldly: "You use someone else's name to contact Chunle Shui. Chunle Shui belongs to me. Do you think it has anything to do with me?"

They are all men. It is not difficult for Song Hanzhang to see that Jiang Buyi is interested in Chun Leshui. Although he does not like Chun Leshui, he has not divorced Chun Leshui after all. Since there is still a husband and wife relationship, it is still his Song family. people.

Chun Leshui is thinking about other men every day, so Song Hanzhang can bear it. After all, although he still doesn't know the reason, he found that Chun Leshui just thought about it and didn't really do anything. After all, he was a bone in his own territory. How can he be indifferent to a dog passing by outside and drooling at it?

This kind of mentality is like a dog protecting food, even if you don't like it, no one else can take it away from him.

"I can't tell, you guys are quite affectionate?"

Song Hanzhang heard that there was something in his words, and was about to answer, when Dr. Chen called, he stopped talking to Jiang Buyan, and went to the side to answer the phone: "Uncle Chen?"

"Master, are you free now?"

"Yes." Song Hanzhang paused, "Is there anything new about Grandpa's review today?"

Dr. Chen was silent for a moment: "If you are free in the afternoon, you should come to the hospital first, and we will talk about it when we get there."

After Song Hanzhang hung up the phone, he pinched his mobile phone and texted for two seconds in a daze, and then he said unceremoniously to Jian Wen in front of Jiang Buyan: "If you want to vote for a dance drama, you can vote for it yourself. I'm not interested, so don't take me."

Jian Wen frowned: "Eldest Young Master, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing, I have something to do temporarily, so let's go first."

His face was not very good-looking, and Jian Wen vaguely heard him mention the old man, and was a little worried: "It's grandpa...?"

Song Hanzhang didn't say much, patted Jane and smelled it, and left in a hurry.

Jiang Buyan was met by Jianwen in a foreign theater. At that time, he was traveling there and saw a domestic dance troupe performing in a national theater there. Jiang Bujin on the stage was amazed.

He is easy to get caught up in, and he wants to chase after him. Jiang Buyan didn't refuse but said that he only wanted to do the above one. Jianwen would definitely not be happy if he bumped into the number. When it came to the martial arts competition, Jian Wen, who practiced muay thai, felt that he was sure of winning when he saw his thin arms and legs, but he was the one who was beaten to the ground instead.

Jiang Buyi has practiced martial arts since he was a child, and his leg skills are no worse than Jian Wen's.

Jian Wen lost, but he vowed not to make zero, so he ran away.

There was no contact for a few years after that, but this time Jianwen found out that the dance drama that Chu Lin was interviewing for was directed by Jiang Buyan, so he took the initiative to send a message to Jiang Buyan. It happened that the crew needed investment, and Jiang Buyan said that he could chat.

Jian Wen originally booked a box at the restaurant next door. He originally said that the three of them would have a meal together. He and Jiang never tired of reminiscing about the past, talking about how young and ignorant they were back then, and then asked about the casting of the leading role. If it wasn’t for Chu Lin, how much investment would it take? Let him guarantee that the protagonist is like Chu Lin.

As a result, we haven't eaten yet, and there is one less person.

But the problem was not too big, he explained a few words for Song Hanzhang, Jiang Buyan said it didn't matter, and went to the next restaurant with him.

If he knew that Jian Wen would ask him to appoint the protagonist by way of investment, Jiang Buyan would not waste his time having this meal with him.

In the dean's office.

Song Hanzhang looked at Song Shiqing's inspection reports with a serious expression, especially the heart and arteriography.

"You can also tell that the old man's condition is much more serious than the results of the last examination." Dr. Chen put a glass of water in front of Song Hanzhang, "In fact, he came to ask me some time ago, did you Asked me about him."

Song Hanzhang raised his eyes.

Doctor Chen said: "Don't worry, since I promised you, I won't say more. I just said that you did ask, but I just told you that it's just an old problem. The old man has been hiding his situation and doesn't want you to know, but Now I think it is necessary to tell you. In fact, you also know that after your mother passed away, the old man’s health has been worse after a serious illness. Later, he always worked day and night to numb himself. Many of the problems I have now are caused by years of hard work."

Later, he experienced a car accident, and Song Shiqing's physical condition began to decline in a straight line after that, getting worse every year.

So he was anxious to get Song Hanzhang and Chun Leshui married two years ago, thinking that if he really left one day, someone would always take care of Song Hanzhang.

In fact, Dr. Chen suggested that Song Shiqing be operated on a few years ago. At that time, his arterial stenosis was not too serious, but he couldn't spare time because of too many group affairs. In the end, he chose conservative drug treatment.

Every year since then, Dr. Chen will bring up this matter again, but without exception, he will be rejected by the old man.

When Song Hanzhang was young, he was indeed raised as an heir. The old man had only one daughter, Song Nanfeng, and Song Nanfeng had only one son, Song Hanzhang. Everything in the Song family belonged to him as a matter of course.

But Song Hanzhang was greatly stimulated by his mother's death. Song Shiqing felt sorry for him and didn't want to restrain him, so he let Song Hanzhang grow wildly and do what he wanted to do. He didn't move the idea of ​​letting him inherit the Song family either.

Because he will leave Song Hanzhang sooner or later, at least he only wants to make Song Hanzhang happy when he can see it.

But Song Shiqing himself is a person who is very strict about his work. Who will the Song family fall into in the future? That is after his death. It is no longer within his consideration, but when he is still there, he will be strict. Take care of everything about the Song family.

In fact, Song Shiqing had already started to consider Dr. Chen's proposal after he fainted last time. He should really retire at this age. It would be good to hand over his work and hold the shares in his hand to live his life.

As a result, it was at this time that Song Hanzhang proposed to start contacting the group business. He was a fledgling kid who didn’t know anything. If he was really put into that environment so unsuspectingly, those old foxes in the group wouldn’t chew on him. No skin left?

So in order to pave the way for Song Hanzhang, the old man's idea of ​​retiring just came up and was stifled by him.

The situation has developed to the present, his condition has worsened, and he has reached a very dangerous situation.

Dr. Chen wanted Song Hanzhang to persuade the old man to put down his work and take care of his body for surgery.

Song Hanzhang was sitting in the car, staring blankly at the front.

Pedestrians go back and forth on the road, the sun is getting darker, the lights are on, and the taillights of rushing cars cast light and shadows on the road.

The middle school students who had just finished school playfully ran past his car, and their carefree appearance attracted Song Hanzhang's attention. He watched them run to the intersection, play and trot past the traffic lights, and then parted ways before disappearing completely in the crowd middle.

He withdrew his gaze, opened the storage box and rummaged for a while, closed it without finding what he wanted, opened the door and got out of the car to buy a pack of cigarettes at the nearest convenience store on the roadside.

Song Hanzhang doesn't usually smoke, but he actually does. He learned it in high school to look handsome, unless it was some particularly upset time, because he didn't know what to do, so he would want to use nicotine to calm himself down.

He leaned against the car door and lit a cigarette.

Harmful substances in cigarettes can disrupt the normal function of blood vessels, and may also cause acute attacks in coronary heart disease patients, and second-hand smoke may even cause severe cardiovascular poisoning*, so my grandfather never smoked.

As long as the two fingers holding the cigarette are pushed back a little bit, the cigarette end can touch the lips, but Song Hanzhang still doesn't move.

So if he hadn't offered to join the company because he was worried about his grandfather's health, his grandfather might have retired and returned home by now, ready to undergo surgery.

He was the one who delayed my grandfather's treatment.

Even because of his sudden decision, he thought he was sharing the burden with his grandpa, but in fact, his grandpa spent more energy paving the way for him and clearing obstacles for him.

The culprit who caused his condition to deteriorate sharply was actually himself.

Song Hanzhang suddenly stuffed the cigarette into his mouth, and took a deep breath, but because he inhaled too fast and too hard, the smoke choked into the intake pipe, he turned his back to the road and leaned on the roof of the car, coughing for a while.Song Hanzhang's face was printed on the car window, probably from being choked a little hard, and even his eye sockets were stained red.

He raised his eyelids and looked at himself on the car window, and bit the cigarette holder again, the pungent nicotine made his eyes red.

A few voices suddenly came from the road behind, a thin old man stopped a passing young girl: "Little girl, please do me a favor, my wallet was stolen and I haven't eaten all day..."

The little girl looked to be in her early twenties, maybe she hadn't graduated from university yet, seeing the old man's frail figure, wearing only two thin autumn clothes in this cold weather, his outstretched hands were as thin as if they were only a layer of skin Feeling compassion, he opened the bag to get some money for him.

The old man waved his hands again and again: "No money, no money, just as long as you can help me buy a bowl of rice."

"Okay, grandpa, what do you want to eat?" The little girl looked around.

This is not the city center, and the location is remote. The largest building is Song’s Private Hospital, because it is a private hospital and the fees are high. There are not many small restaurants in the surrounding area that gather outside ordinary hospitals. Basically, there are only a few restaurants in front of the village. convenience store.

She asked if the bread was okay and went to the convenience store, but was grabbed by the old man, who said, "Don't want that, I can't eat that, I know there is a restaurant not far away, I will take you there."

The old man's hands were very strong, and the little girl couldn't break free. At this point, she finally found out that something was wrong. She refused and wanted to leave quickly, but was entangled by the other party.

Song Hanzhang was about to step forward, when a boy rushed out from nowhere, with a dazzling smile on his tall face: "Grandpa, your wallet was stolen and you can't eat, you should call the police, the police uncle will definitely help you of!"

He couldn't help but grab the old man's arm: "Why don't I take you to the police station?"

When the old man heard that he was going to the police station, he panicked, pushed the boy away and ran, and was grabbed by Song Hanzhang when he passed by.

He turned his head to the boy who looked almost identical to Jiang Buyan and said, "Call the police."

The police from the area came quickly, asked about the situation, and after appeasing the little girl, they told her to be more vigilant in the future: "There are often such people who use your little girl's kindness to deceive sympathy. In fact, they are committing crimes in groups. This is a common method of abducting and trafficking women. , the next time you meet such a person who comes to ask for help, you should call the police directly, and don't listen to him about buying water and food, you know?"

The little girl was frightened and nodded repeatedly.

The police came again and asked about the names of Song Hanzhang and another person, praised them verbally, and took the old man away.

And the boy who reported that his family name was Jiang Ming went back to appease the little girl, and when he heard that she was afraid of finding a boyfriend to pick him up, he said, "Then we will wait with you."

Song Hanzhang, who was automatically classified as "us" by him: "..."

I have to say, the world is really small sometimes.

As soon as he met Jiang Buyan on the front foot, he met his so-called twin brother on the back foot.

But at the first glance, Song Hanzhang was dazzled by his bright smile, and he didn't see the shadow of Jiang Buyan on his face at all.

It was only after a few more glances that he and Jiang Buyan almost looked like they were carved out of the same mold, but their temperaments were completely different, even if they looked exactly the same, no one would confuse them.

But Song Hanzhang is a small-minded person. Since he doesn't like Jiang Buh, he doesn't like Jiang Ming if he hates it.

Especially his familiar appearance.

Song Hanzhang was thinking about who is with you and us, opened the car door and sat in, put on his seat belt and ignited the ignition in one go, and distanced himself from Jiang Ming with one step.

He was in a bad mood, and he didn't know how to face his grandfather when he got home. He wandered aimlessly on the road with the car window open, and the gust of wind howled into the car, hitting his face like a sharp sword.

Song Hanzhang's face was blown bloodless by the wind, but he ran out of the city all the way as if he didn't feel the coldness at all, and parked his car in a cemetery in the suburbs.

During the day, you can still see a few people who came to pay homage here, but after nightfall, the cemetery falls into a deep sleep, and even the sound of the soles of shoes crushing dead leaves can be heard clearly.

It was the first time that the guard of the tomb saw someone who came back so late, and he opened the door for Song Hanzhang, wondering, "Why didn't Young Master Song come over with the old man during the day?"

Song Hanzhang paused slightly: "My grandfather came today?"

"Yes," said the man, "the old gentleman came alone, and Mr. Xu didn't even follow him."

Ever since Song Hanzhang could remember, Uncle Xu has been working with his grandfather in the Song family, not only helping him with trivial matters in life, but also helping him with some work matters.

Xu Qing has been by Song Shiqing's side all the time, and has not married yet.

He is more than ten years older than Song Nanfeng. He is a child picked up by Song Nanfeng's mother from outside. He doesn't have a deep impression of his childhood. Just because Song Nanfeng's mother handed him a bite to eat, he went home with her. Grandma's surname, and then grandpa gave him a clear character.

Since then, she has been living with grandpa and the others, and grandma said that Uncle Xu is her younger brother when they go out.

When his mother was still alive, Song Hanzhang would occasionally hear her call Xu Uncle and Xiaojiu. She called Xu Qing very confusingly, sometimes calling her brother and sometimes calling her uncle, even Song Hanzhang at that time was also called uncle and uncle. .

Song Hanzhang remembered that his mother told him that when she was young, it was the busiest time for her grandparents to start a business. It was common for her to be away from home for days and nights when she was busy. But Uncle Xu was different, no matter how busy he was at work He will also rush home to take care of her regardless of the weather.

His mother's death hit him no less than his grandfather's. Every time they came to the cemetery, they would accompany each other. This was the first time Song Hanzhang heard that his grandfather came alone without Uncle Xu.

What did the old man do when he came here alone?

Is it inconvenient to climb such a high step with inconvenient legs and feet and no one to support you?

Why didn't he bring Uncle Xu with him? Did he want to whisper something to his mother?

Every time he took a step up, Song Hanzhang couldn't help asking until he stopped in front of Song Nanfeng's tombstone.

Compared with the tombstone with a thick layer of dust that no one has visited for a long time, Song Nanfeng's tomb is very clean, obviously someone has carefully taken care of it. There is a bunch of flowers in front of the tomb, of different types, but Song Hanzhang can recognize that they are all old. The flowers in the backyard that still bloom in winter.

In fact, growing flowers is not grandpa’s hobby, but mother’s. It’s just that after she passed away, grandpa also fell in love with growing flowers. He dug up all the flowers she had raised in the yard and house before, and took good care of them. Grandpa would be sad for a long time if he died from illness or pests.

But in the past 20 years, those flowers that my mother took care of have long since withered.

But my grandfather still knows how to raise them, and spends a lot of time with Uncle Xu every year to collect all kinds of flowers. The flowers in the yard of the old house are always in bloom all year round.

Song Hanzhang and his mother with a bright smile in the photo looked at each other. The dead leaves on the ground were blown up by the wind and spun twice before falling down. Occasionally, you could hear the long howls of young people racing on the road outside late at night, but in the cemetery It was always silent.

Song Hanzhang originally thought that he would have a lot to say to Song Nanfeng when he came here, but he couldn't say a word when he met those bright eyes.

He just sat in front of Song Nanfeng's grave for a long time before leaving and driving home.

It was early in the morning when Song Hanzhang arrived home, everyone was asleep, and the sound of the door opening and footsteps were very clear.

He stayed in front of Song Shiqing's door for a while, but he didn't push the door to go in after all, and went upstairs as lightly as possible.

As soon as he walked to the door of the room, the door of the next room suddenly opened, Chun Leshui was wearing pajamas but his eyes were clear: "Song Hanzhang, I have something to tell you."

Song Hanzhang was very tired at the moment, not physically but psychologically. He squeezed the Qingming point and didn't want to talk to Chun Leshui: "Let's talk about what's going on tomorrow, I'm tired."

His state is indeed different from what he saw when we met during the day, as if he was taken away by something, but Chun Leshui was very upset that he seemed to be haunted by Chun Leshui.

[If it wasn't for grandpa, who the hell would want to talk to you? 】

Song Hanzhang paused.

Chun Leshui raised her hand and was about to close the door: "Just pretend I didn't say anything."

Song Hanzhang's eyes were sharp and his hands were quick to block, he grabbed Chun Leshui's arm: "What do you want to tell me?"

Chun Leshui looked at him, then slowly lowered his head to look at his hands, and then pulled out a nasty smile: "It's not impossible if you want to know, but first you can learn how to bark like a dog?"

Song Hanzhang frowned: "Chun Leshui."

"I don't know who it was yesterday..." Chun Leshui said, "If you touch me again, it's a dog? I forgot what you said so soon, do you want me to recall it for you?"

Song Hanzhang stared at him sullenly.

Chun Leshui looked back without any scruples.

The two competed vigorously, and neither of them would admit defeat, but in fact Chun Leshui didn't really want Song Hanzhang to shout, after all, it was more important to talk about grandpa: "Forget it..."

Just as he was about to show mercy, he heard a calm, unwavering, dying sound——

"Wang."

Chun Leshui blinked twice in confusion.

If he hadn't seen Song Hanzhang open his mouth with his own eyes, he would have thought he was hallucinating.

【…】

Things were too magical, so he decided: "Did something call just now? I didn't hear clearly."

【I suspect it was my hallucination just now, I have to confirm it again. 】

Song Hanzhang took a deep breath, and couldn't help tightening his five fingers holding Chun Leshui's arm, but Chun Leshui's expression didn't even change, and "Call me a few more times" was written on his face.

If it wasn't for Grandpa, Song Hanzhang would have driven Chun Leshui out of the house on the spot.

His face was ashen, with bulging veins on the side of his neck, and he squeezed out a voice between his teeth: "Wow."

[Fuck, it's really not my hallucination. 】

[Song Gou is really learning how to bark like a dog? ! 】

Anyway, the yelling was all over, Song Hanzhang also went all out, since Chun Leshui didn't believe it, then he said: "Wow woof woof woof!"

"Enough, enough, enough!" Chun Leshui hurriedly stepped forward to cover her mouth.

And Song Hanzhang didn't know if he had been depressed for too long today, but he felt a little more relaxed after barking these two times. While barking incessantly, he dragged Chun Leshui's hand away from covering his mouth, and wanted to follow him. He seems to be doing it.

Chunle water...

Chun Leshui almost laughed out of anger.

He was afraid that Song Hanzhang's madness would wake up his family, so he grabbed his collar and threw him into the room, closing the door: "Why are you crazy?"

Song Hanzhang's clothes were torn crooked by him. Anyway, there was heating in the room and it was not cold. Song Hanzhang took off his windbreaker, put it on the armrest of his sofa, and then sat down.

Pushing the sleeve of the sweater to the upper arm: "Didn't you call me?"

"Do you still want to listen?" He leaned on the sofa, "If you want to listen, I can still call."

Chun Leshui was speechless.

In terms of illness, he is indeed inferior to Song Hanzhang. He lost, and he was willing to bow down.

"Then since you don't want to hear it anymore, let's talk about business?" Song Hanzhang said, "What do you want to tell me, is it about grandpa?"

Chun Leshui was taken aback: "Do you know something?"

"I went to the hospital today, and Uncle Chen told me all about it."

The room fell into silence. This was probably the most harmonious time the two of them stayed together during this period of time. There was no quarrel, and Song Hanzhang was not mad at Chun Leshui.

Song Hanzhang asked him: "How do you know?"

"I accompanied my grandfather to the hospital for reexamination today."

After these words, the room was silent again.

Chun Leshui asked: "Then what do you think?"

"I want to persuade grandpa to have surgery." Song Hanzhang glanced at him as he spoke, and Chun Leshui nodded to show that he thought so too, but...

If Chun Leshui hadn't opened the door to stop him tonight, Song Hanzhang would have been thinking about it all night alone, and he could only bear all the worries, tensions and fears by himself, and he didn't dare to tell his grandfather suddenly Knowing that and then persuading him to go for the operation, no one knows better than him how stubborn grandpa is. If he strongly refuses and becomes emotional, the consequences will be disastrous.

Song Hanzhang was very afraid of losing his grandfather, so he didn't dare to think deeply about it, but he didn't know if it was because he suddenly had someone to share with. Even if this person was Chun Leshui, he subconsciously showed his true emotions.

Song Hanzhang looked down at his feet: "But I'm quite scared."

After speaking, he raised the corners of his mouth mockingly, ready to wait for Chun Leshui's contemptuous voice.

But he waited for a while, and only waited for a sentence, "Me too."

Song Hanzhang looked up in surprise, Chun Leshui was sitting by the bed, his eyes fell on the vase by the bedside, there were a few well-bloomed flowers in it, he picked and cut them in the grandfather's garden after he came back in the afternoon.

The two looked at each other when they looked back, and then fell silent.

Until Song Hanzhang left Chun Leshui's room, neither of them spoke.

After the door was closed, Chun Leshui saw the windbreaker Song Hanzhang had forgotten in his room, so he naturally didn't bother to send it to him, and lay down on the bed staring at the ceiling in a daze.

For the operation, not to mention the grandfather, in fact, even they were not mentally prepared.

What if the operation fails?What if grandpa can't get through the dangerous period?

All this is like a boulder weighing heavily on the heart, making it hard to breathe.

Chun Leshui woke up all night, didn't sleep well, woke up very early, it was still dark outside, and it was only five o'clock.

Anyway, she couldn't sleep, so Chun Leshui went downstairs, and when she saw the kitchen light was on, she stepped on her slippers and walked over: "Aunt Xu, why are you up so early to cook?"

Then he bumped into Song Hanzhang who was making coffee in the kitchen.

Seeing that he was still in the same dress as last night, Chun Leshui knew that he hadn't slept all night. The two of them looked at each other in silence. Chun Leshui took a cup from the cupboard and handed it over: "Give me a cup too."

Song Hanzhang took it silently, filled his cup first, and then started to drink the second cup.

Chun Leshui turned and went upstairs again, he didn't close the door, and when Song Hanzhang was about to enter the door with coffee, he stopped him, and directly threw the windbreaker he forgot at his place last night.

Song Hanzhang grabbed it in his hand and entered the room.

The desks in the room were in a mess, and the laptop hummed slightly when it was running.

It was two hours after going downstairs again, Song Hanzhang stepped down the stairs wearing a tie, and everyone except him was sitting at the dining table.

Chun Leshui and Song Shiqing talked and laughed, as if they knew nothing about Song Shiqing's illness.

The old man looked in good spirits: "Hanzhang woke up?"

"Grandpa," Song Hanzhang sat down, "Why are you talking so happily?"

"It's nothing, Le Shui asked us if we heard the dog barking last night, did you hear it?"

Song Hanzhang glanced at Chun Leshui silently, Chun Leshui smiled innocently, and put a deep-fried dough stick into his bowl: "Aunt Xu fried it now, eat it quickly."

"No, I slept too deeply." Song Hanzhang said.

The old man was still sighing with Uncle Xu: "Could it be a wild dog from somewhere?"

"I also heard two noises," Uncle Xu recalled, "It's just this wild dog barking too strangely."

[Uncle Xu, you don’t understand, what kind of wild dog is this? 】

[This is the Song family's domestic dog. 】

Song Hanzhang didn't say a word the whole time, but squeezed the spoon so hard that his thumb turned white.

"Have you all heard?" Aunt Xu came out of the kitchen with her apron untied, and asked in confusion, "Why didn't I hear?"

"Aunt Xu, you sleep