I'm weak, I installed [Transmigration Book]

At that moment, Song Hanzhang was almost lost in Chun Leshui's smile.

It took him a long time to find his voice, and he moved his eyes uncomfortably, and replied, "Happy New Year."

The sound of fireworks exploding could be heard endlessly, and the yard was flickering. Chun Leshui didn't notice his momentary stiffness.

The pyrotechnic stick in his hand gradually burned to the end,? He stood up on his knees.

"Have you eaten yet?" Chun Leshui asked as she turned around and pushed open the door behind her. "If you haven't eaten, there are dumplings just made by Aunt Xu in the refrigerator. You can cook them for padding."

Song Hanzhang pushed the box in silently. When he was changing his shoes, he couldn't help but look at Chun Leshui from the corner of his eye. The latter locked the door with his back turned to him after he entered.

After two clicks he turned around.

Song Hanzhang looked away.

He felt that Chunle Shui seemed to be different again. If it was said that he was indifferent to strangers a while ago, then tonight Chunle Shui was a little more... friendly?

and……

Song Hanzhang listened with bated breath, Chun Leshui's heart was highly consistent with his current behavior, very calm, without any sound.

But why?

What happened during the month he was away that made Chun Leshui friendly to him?

Song Hanzhang was puzzled, but he was really hungry all the way home.

Leaving the suitcase at the entrance, he took off his coat and casually laid it on the sofa, opened the refrigerator and saw Aunt Xu's packed dumplings.

He took out a box, looked at Chun Leshui's back, hesitated for a few seconds and said, "Do you want it?"

Chun Leshui had already tasted the Spanish mackerel dumplings made by Aunt Xu in the afternoon. When Song Hanzhang asked him, he paused when he had already stepped on the stairs. I feel empty in my stomach, after all the sumptuous New Year's Eve dinner at night was contributed to the sewer.

"Then have some." Chun Leshui withdrew his feet very obediently, and told Song Hanzhang, "I'm not very hungry,? I'll just eat two to satisfy my hunger."

He spoke frankly, but Song Hanzhang was taken aback for a while, and after a long while, he said yes.

Song Hanzhang is not used to such Chunle water.

Chun Leshui also asked him friendly: "Can you cook, or should I do it?"

"Yes." Although Song Hanzhang doesn't know how to cook, he can still do things like making dumplings that don't require any technical content.

Chun Leshui then sat down at the dining table without hesitation, regardless of whether he really knew it or was just being polite.

The hot water in the pot boiled, and the dumplings floating on the water dangled and bumped into each other occasionally.

Song Hanzhang poked his head out from the kitchen: "Do you want to dip the dish?"

Chun Leshui was lying on the dining table playing with her mobile phone, and looked sideways when she heard this: "What dipping dish?"

Of course Song Hanzhang didn't know how to dip the dish, so he could only say: "Vinegar."

"No." Chun Leshui turned her head back.

It wasn’t cold in the room with the heating on. His down jacket was thrown on the sofa, and there was a pullover hoodie inside. When lying on the table, his head seemed to be retracted into the hat, and only a little furry top could be seen. .

It was strange that Song Hanzhang couldn't tell what he was feeling.

He turned off the fire and put all the dumplings on the dinner plate with a colander...

Song Hanzhang paused, looking at the fat and slippery dumpling in front of him, he finally figured out what was wrong.

It was because he and Chun Leshui got along too harmoniously.

It seems that the relationship between the two is actually pretty good.

But the problem is that they never miss.

Obviously heard the sound of turning off the fire, but Chun Leshui, who hadn't come out for a long time, had already come to the kitchen door: "Are you ready?"

"Okay." Song Hanzhang came back to his senses, and handed Chun Leshui's bowls and chopsticks to him.

Generally, fresh Spanish mackerel will be withdrawn from the market in December, and the taste of dumplings made from frozen fish and fresh fish is quite different. Chun Leshui doesn’t know where Aunt Xu’s fish comes from, but he said today When I got up early, I saw Aunt Xu handling fresh Spanish mackerel.

The purpose is to make dumplings for the evening meal.

Aunt Xu rolled the dumpling wrappers herself. The wrappers and fillings are both springy and delicious.

Chun Le Shui got hungry just looking at it, he picked one up, put it into his mouth and bit it unceremoniously.

humming—

Grinding my teeth.

Aunt Xu also wrapped coins in the dumplings. He didn't eat any of them at night, so he won the prize with the first bite in the middle of the night?

Chun Leshui spat out the coin, and Song Hanzhang next to him also spat out a coin from his mouth in sync with his movements.

The two looked at each other, Chun Leshui put the coin on the table, pinched it up with his fingertips and flipped it slightly, the coin spun rapidly on the table, turned slower and slower, and finally lay down.

Chun Leshui looked at the coins with heads up and smiled and said, "Make a fortune in the coming year."

His eyes are very soft, and the smile on his face is a gentleness that Song Hanzhang has never seen before.

"What do you see me doing?" Chun Leshui turned to look at him.

"Chun Leshui..." Song Hanzhang narrowed his eyes and looked at him, "Have you lost weight?"

Chun Leshui chewed the dumplings in his mouth slowly, and said flatly: "Oh, I've been too tired from rehearsal recently, so I'm a little thinner."

He put down his chopsticks: "Eat slowly, I'm going upstairs."

He said he only ate two, but he really only ate two from the beginning to the end.

Song Hanzhang watched him go to the stairs, picked up a dumpling from the plate, and before putting it in his mouth, he heard Chun Leshui's very aggrieved voice.

【Ah, the dumpling in Song Gou's hand is so fat and cute, it looks delicious! 】

Song Hanzhang looked up silently, Chun Leshui was standing not far away, looking back at him... the dumpling in his hand.

eagerly.

"..."

Song Hanzhang said: "Eat some more?"

Chun Leshui shook her head, took a deep breath and turned her head with tears in her eyes.

Song Hanzhang: "?"

[Is there anything worse in the world than having a plate of delicious Spanish mackerel dumplings in front of you, but you can't eat them at all? 】

[I love him so badly. 】

In fact, it's not that you can't eat more, but Chun Leshui's body has some slight rejection reactions after just a few mouthfuls, and he already feels a little nauseous.Compared with eating a few more mouthfuls for the sake of instant pleasure and vomiting them all out, he would rather bear the pain and eat less, at least let them all stay in his stomach.

[Chun Leshui, you should go to bed early, you have everything in your dreams. 】

After returning from a business trip this time, Song Hanzhang couldn't understand Chun Leshui even more.

the next day.

Chun Leshui woke up early. He rolled around in the bed but didn't want to get up. Finally, it was Uncle Xu who came to call him and he managed to get up.

Obviously sleeping is a matter of recovering physical strength and energy, but Chun Leshui woke up feeling tired and weak all over. He wiped the water off his face, raised his head and looked at himself in the mirror.

There was no abnormality in his face, but his body felt cold, and Chun Leshui suspected that he had a fever.

He took his temperature with a thermometer secretly hidden in the room, and it was 38 degrees, a low-grade fever.

He threw the thermometer back, opened the medicine box, found the antipyretic medicine and took it. Ever since he fell ill, he secretly hid a small medicine box in his room, which contained everything, just to prevent this kind of situation from happening.

After taking the medicine, he waited for about ten minutes before opening the door and going downstairs. There was no sign of discomfort on his face.

"Grandpa, Xu Uncle, Xu Aunt." Chun Leshui happily greeted the parents, and then received several red envelopes of different sizes from them one by one.

He put it in his pocket without hesitation.

After lunch, Song Shiqing said that he wanted to take a family portrait, and asked Chun Leshui and Song Hanzhang to go upstairs to change into more serious clothes. He stood up on crutches and walked to his room: "Old man, I will also change, as well as Xu Qing and Xu Qing." Min, put on your best clothes."

"Why do you suddenly want to take a family portrait?" Song Hanzhang glanced at Chun Leshui.

Unexpectedly, Chun Leshui shook her head and stood up from her seat.

Song Hanzhang was about to get up when he saw Aunt Xu passing by behind him who was about to go back to the room to change clothes, stopped, looked at Chun Leshui's table and complained: "Why does this kid only eat so few mouthfuls? I have to talk about him in a while." ..."

Aunt Xu walked farther and farther, Song Hanzhang half-cast his eyes, the amount of food in the Chunle water bowl was only half of his usual, so he only ate a third.

He remembered that during the meal, Chun Leshui seemed to be eating inattentively, stuffing it into his mouth as if counting the grains.

He frowned, put down his napkin and went upstairs to change.

Compared with the uncomfortable feeling when he first came into contact with the company's business and put on a suit, Song Hanzhang is now quite used to buttoning his shirt to the top, and then pushing up his bow tie.

He draped his suit jacket over his wrist, buttoned his shirt at the wrist, and opened the door.

The opposite door opened at the same time, and Chun Leshui stood beside the door, dressed neatly.

Looking at the familiar double-breasted white suit on his body, Song Hanzhang continued to fasten the button on the other wrist calmly, but did not put the button into the buttonhole after buttoning it several times.

The clothes inevitably reminded him of some memories that might not be too good.

He really wanted to ask if Chun Leshui only had this dress?

But the fact is, if not counting the wedding dress, Chun Leshui really only has this set.

Because apart from going to Cheng Qiqiao's birthday party this time, in the past two years, he didn't have any scenes where he used a formal dress.

Seeing Song Hanzhang, he raised his eyebrows.

[Song Gou is now more and more like a domineering boss. 】

[It's really nice to look like a dog. 】

Song Hanzhang suspected that Chun Leshui was scolding him.

When he was thinking this way, Chun Leshui had already flown down the stairs like a bird, threw himself on the sofa and hugged Song Shiqing's neck from behind: "Grandpa!"

Song Shiqing was startled by him, and patted his arm: "Where's Hanzhang?"

"Grandpa." Song Hanzhang walked over.

"Sit." Song Shiqing patted his side, "Le Shui sit on my side."

The two sat next to Song Shiqing, one on the left and the other on the right.

The old man's suit today is very formal, with a three-piece suit and vest, and even his hairstyle is very neatly combed.

"Grandpa, you are so handsome today." Chun Leshui held his arm.

Song Shiqing happily straightened his collar: "You're not bad either."

The two of them, grandparents and grandchildren, were so close that at first glance they thought they were blood-related relatives.

Song Hanzhang's eyes softened involuntarily after watching the joyful scene.

Xu Qing secretly recorded this scene with a camera.

The first photo only took the three of them. Chun Leshui held Song Shiqing's arm and leaned on his shoulder like a child, not sitting upright like other people taking this kind of formal family portrait.

Song Shiqing let him go, and put his other hand on that of Song Hanzhang next to him.

All three of them looked at the camera with smiles of varying shades in their eyes.

After the filming, the people around Song Shiqing became Xu Qing and Aunt Xu, and Chun Leshui and Song Hanzhang stood behind them.

"Let me see how the picture is going?" The shutter flashed, and Chun Leshui was about to go over to see the finished picture.

Song Hanzhang called him to stop: "Chun Leshui."

Chun Leshui: "?"

Song Hanzhang took out a piece of paper and handed it to him: "You have a nosebleed, don't you feel it?"

[No, come again? 】

He wiped it under his nose as he said, his fingertips blushing: "It's true."

Probably because the bleeding was not serious this time, it was just a slight exudation, so Chun Leshui didn't notice it.

"Thanks." He took away the paper from Song Hanzhang's hand, patted him, "I'll deal with it."

After speaking, step up the stairs step by step in three steps.

[No, I have to divorce my grandfather after the operation and move out of the house, or I will be found out sooner or later. 】

Song Hanzhang frowned and looked towards the corner of the corridor where he disappeared.

Song Shiqing's surgery was scheduled for the next year. In order to spare a few days before and after, even when the whole group was on holiday during the Chinese New Year, Song Hanzhang still had some work to do.

Although the workload is not too large compared to usual, the assistant also has no way to take a vacation, and reports to the old house on time every day. Song Hanzhang even temporarily arranged a desk for him in the study.

After moving back to the old house for so long, it was the first time that Song Hanzhang stayed at home for such a long time. Although he was more often locked in the study room, the laughter of Chun Leshui and Song Shiqing would always come from the crack of the door, from the The courtyard outside the window squeezed in and got into his ears.

Song Hanzhang didn't pay attention to it before, he only knew that Chun Leshui was very good at pleasing his grandfather, but now Song Hanzhang discovered that as long as Chun Leshui thinks about him, almost everyone can like him.

Aunt Xu's main job is to help them prepare three meals a day. Chun Leshui often gets together with her to study the recipes, and sometimes just chats with her casually, and then inexplicably beats her; The kitchen asked Aunt Xu what she was doing, and took the first bite with chopsticks confidently. After eating, she praised him so much that Aunt Xu's family loved him the most and thought of him first when there was anything good.

Uncle Xu is with his grandfather most of the time, and occasionally helps Aunt Xu with some household chores. Chun Leshui will come over to help when he sees it.Although Uncle Xu's character is not as cheerful and extroverted as Aunt Xu's, Song Hanzhang can also see that he really loves Chun Leshui.

At last……

Song Hanzhang looked out the window, and Chun Leshui was squatting side by side with Song Shiqing by the flowerbed, holding a watering can and gardening tools.

As the old man took care of the flowers, he helped pass the tools, and then kept asking: "Grandpa, why do you need to loosen the soil before watering?"

"Loosening the soil can improve the air permeability of the soil and prevent it from compacting. Otherwise, the soil will not be breathable, and the water will not seep to the bottom. Grandpa's flowers will die."

He was eager to try with a small rake: "Then I will help you."

"Don't move." Song Shiqing hurriedly stopped him, with mud still on his gloves, "Don't turn around and shovel the flowers to death for me."

Usually, Xu Qing helped Song Shiqing do these tasks together, but now Xu Qing has been pushed aside by Chun Leshui.And Chun Leshui didn't have any experience in growing flowers, Song Shiqing didn't dare to let him get started easily.

The people in the yard are all his darlings, Chun Le knows water, and said kindly: "Then let me help you water, I will do this."

Song Shiqing laughed at him: "You know this too."

Song Hanzhang: "Hey."

"President Song..." The assistant sent the file to Song Hanzhang's mailbox, "I just sorted out the relevant data and sent it to you, please take a look."

He didn't get a response. He thought that Song Hanzhang was still immersed in the work at hand and didn't hear it. He looked up to remind him again, but saw Song Hanzhang looking out of the window in a daze, with a slight smile on his face.

The little assistant looked back and saw their chairman and Mr. Song's legal husband and wife squatting in the yard, head to head surrounded by a pot of flowers.

The chairman's clothes were dusty in several places, but he didn't notice it. He directed Mr. Song's little husband to pour water into the flowers, and taught him how to observe whether the water was fully watered while telling him to water it.

The imaginary wealthy family is full of jeweled servants.

In fact, the wealthy family planted flowers with their own hands and covered them with mud.

This down-to-earth scene shocked the little assistant when he saw it for the first time, but now he is used to it.

It's quite warm, and it's very happy to look at it.

Although the little assistant can understand Mr. Song's absence at this time, I'm sorry, as a migrant worker, he wants to finish his work earlier and go home.

He could only disturb Song Hanzhang very apologetically: "Mr. Song...Mr. Song?"

Song Hanzhang came back to his senses, and when he looked at him, the corners of his lips were already flattened: "Say."

"I packed the data and sent it to your email, can you take a look?"

"En." Song Hanzhang nodded, and refocused his attention on his work, but Chun Leshui and Song Shiqing's voices of talking and laughing could still be heard in his ears.

Being completely in this atmosphere, Song Hanzhang clearly realized that these pleasant sounds at home were all brought by Chun Leshui.

Although this is the Song family, Chun Leshui is the one who mobilizes the atmosphere and makes the house more like home.

One day when Chun Leshui was not at home, the house suddenly became quiet. It hadn't been a few days, but Song Hanzhang became a little unaccustomed to it.In the quiet working atmosphere he was accustomed to before, he frequently lost his mind.

He asked his assistant to help him pour a cup of coffee, but after talking for a long time, there was no answer. When he looked up and saw the empty table opposite, he remembered that the assistant had gone to run errands for him.

Song Hanzhang squeezed the space between his eyebrows, and stood up holding an empty coffee cup.

When I opened the door, I bumped into Song Shiqing who was sitting on the sofa.

Seeing him, Song Shiqing said: "It's just in time, let's see where is the best place to hang these two family portraits?"

There are two 28-inch photo frames on the coffee table, which contain photos of the five members of the family and the three of them.

Song Shiqing pointed at the wall with a cane: "Do you think it's better to live in the living room, or is it better to put it in the hallway?"

You can see it when you enter the entrance, but there are two photo frames hanging there, which is a bit crowded. Song Hanzhang thought for a while: "Let's put it in the living room."

"I also think the living room is better." Song Shiqing made a decision, "When your Uncle Xu comes back, I'll let him hang it up."

"Let me come." Song Hanzhang looked around as he said, seemingly casually said, "Where's Chunle Water?"

"I went to the flower market with Xu Qing...move a little to the left..."

After Song Hanzhang hung up the two photo frames, the old man nodded with satisfaction: "Not bad."

Song Hanzhang narrowed his eyes and looked at the other normal-sized photos on the table.

The next day the little assistant received a new task, Mr. Song asked him to take his family photo and put it on the desk in his office.

The seven-day holiday passed in the blink of an eye, and Song Shiqing was admitted to the hospital three days before the operation. He underwent a series of examinations and monitored his physical condition to ensure that the operation was performed in the most stable physical condition.

"Old Chen, are there too many people in my ward?"

Song Shiqing sat on the bed wearing a hospital gown, still in the mood to joke with Dr. Chen who came to examine him.

The operation will be performed tomorrow, and today the whole family put down their work and came to the hospital to see him.

Although this VIP four-person ward has a lot of space, there are a total of six people including doctors and patients, which seems a bit crowded.

"The old man is in a good mood," Doctor Chen said with a smile, "Aren't you nervous?"

"Anyway, my old life is in your hands, you can figure it out yourself." Song Shiqing said.

Dr. Chen is also Song Shiqing's chief surgeon. After hearing Song Shiqing's words, he smiled knowingly: "You can take a good rest tonight, and just sleep on the operating table tomorrow."

He said to the others in the room: "There are indeed too many people, which will affect the old man's rest, and all of you here will also increase the pressure on him, just leave one person here to take care of him."

It's obvious who to keep, Aunt Xu immediately said: "Then I'll hurry back and make some delicious food for the old man."

Dr. Chen looked at Chun Leshui and Song Hanzhang again, and chased them away with his eyes.

Chun Leshui said: "Grandpa, rest well, and we will come to see you tomorrow."

Song Shiqing nodded, smiled and waved them out.

After leaving the ward, Song Hanzhang asked Dr. Chen about the situation, and Dr. Chen said, "Heart bypass is a very mature operation now, and the old man's physical condition is also stable in all aspects. You don't have to worry too much."

That is to say, but neither Song Hanzhang nor Chun Leshui can be as calm as Dr. Chen who has performed countless heart bypass operations.

This is the first time for them all.

Although Chun Leshui kept comforting himself with the plot he knew, after all he and Song Shiqing had been together for so long, in his heart Song Shiqing was his grandfather, not a name on the page, so he was still a little nervous.

So he tossed and turned, and finally sat up from the bed and opened the window to breathe.

Today the weather is fine during the day, and the night is equally clear, with no dark clouds, and the moon hangs in the sky like a silver disk. It should be fine weather tomorrow.

These seem to be good omens.

He squatted by the window and watched for a while, only to notice a dark figure squatting beside the flowerbed, just hiding in the corner between the flowerbed and the shadow, and was not spotted by the moonlight.

[Then who?thief? 】

As soon as Chun Leshui thought this way, he saw that person standing up and turning his head to look over.

【Oh...it's Song Hanzhang. 】

[Song Hanzhang didn't sleep most of the night, where did he spoil grandpa's flowers? 】

Then I thought about Chun Leshui and realized.

【He was probably too nervous to fall asleep. 】

Song Hanzhang stepped on the grass covered with night dew in pajamas and slippers, and only put on a black woolen coat. He took a small rake to look away from Chun Leshui's face, and squatted down again.

He didn't spoil grandpa's flowers as Chun Leshui thought. He just kept turning over the small piece of lawn in front of the flower garden with gardening tools.

It was true that he couldn't sleep, but it wasn't all because of grandpa, but partly because of Chun Leshui.

He hadn't had the dream about Chun Leshui dying in his arms after losing temperature for a while, but today it might be because he was too anxious about his grandpa's surgery tomorrow, from falling asleep in a daze to being awakened by that dream, just before and after Ten minutes.

After waking up, thinking of Chun Leshui's pale face recently, he almost knocked on Chun Leshui's door and asked him if he felt any discomfort recently.

Just as his hand was about to fall on the door of Chunle Water Room, Song Hanzhang paused, and immediately realized what he was doing.

If you really want to knock on the door and dig people out of bed to ask such a question without thinking, you are sick.

Probably because of his grandfather's surgery tomorrow, Song Hanzhang was so restless tonight. He wanted to do something to calm himself down, so he loosened the soil on the lawn in the flower garden.

Song Hanzhang and his grandfather took care of the flowers brought from home when his mother just passed away. The two of them didn’t understand anything, so my grandfather bought a lot of books on flower cultivation to read, dragged him out of the room, and put them in his hands. Throw a little rake in and tell him what to do.

The two of them followed the method in the book and asked the professional gardener at home to slowly rescue those dying flowers.

Later, my grandfather really fell in love with growing flowers, but Song Hanzhang rarely picked up these tools.

He squatted here, doing what his grandfather did most often, and felt a lot more at ease.

Chun Leshui didn't know if Song Hanzhang had been digging the soil all night, anyway, when he went downstairs in the morning, Song Hanzhang had already changed his clothes and was sitting at the table eating breakfast.

The two looked at each other with varying degrees of solemnity, and neither spoke.

[It's not a big problem. 】

Chun Leshui comforted herself again.

[Grandpa was alive and well when I died. 】

Song Hanzhang paused while holding the coffee cup, and looked sideways at Chun Leshui.

Chun Leshui didn't pay attention to his gaze, pinching the full glass of milk with her slender fingers and pouring it into her mouth.

His face was as white as milk in a glass. Although it was white, it lacked its previous luster.

Song Hanzhang couldn't help but frown.

What does Chun Leshui's words mean?

He was wearing a turtleneck sweater under his coat, supporting his small chin. He was obviously as tall as Song Hanzhang, but somehow he looked very weak, as if he would fall down when the wind blows.

Chun Leshui only drank half of a glass of milk, he put down the glass and quickly wiped his mouth: "Let's go."

Song Hanzhang glanced at the half glass of milk on the table, put down the coffee cup and went out with him.

He really wanted to ask Chun Leshui how he was doing recently, and if he felt any discomfort, but he didn't know how he should care about him.

And he's not very good at doing this kind of thing.

Song Hanzhang is familiar with losing his temper, but he is not so good at caring about others.

In the end, the two arrived at the hospital without a word, but they didn't see anyone from Grandpa.

Xu Qing specially sent a message to them on Song Shiqing's behalf: "I said seeing you two as if you were facing a big enemy made him nervous. In order to avoid being affected by your emotions, I disappeared before the operation."

"Grandpa was okay last night, nothing unusual?"

"Very good." Xu Qing reassured them.

The waiting time for the operation was long and anxious, and I don't know how long it took before the red light "in operation" went out.

Dr. Chen came out first, took off his mask and said with a smile: "The operation was successful. The old man is still under anesthesia. He needs to be monitored in the ICU for 24 hours. If there are no special circumstances, he can be transferred to the general ward."

Everyone who had been holding their hearts all the time breathed a sigh of relief.

Things went better than expected, Song Shiqing successfully passed the dangerous period after surgery, and was transferred to the general ward.

It's just that he's still very weak after such a major surgery.

Song Hanzhang's eyes turned red when he saw his grandfather lying on the bed with all kinds of monitoring equipment plugged into his body.

Song Shiqing was already awake, beckoning him to come closer.

Song Hanzhang held his hand and pressed his face against it, kissed the back of Song Shiqing's hand lightly, and called grandpa softly.

"Grandpa is fine." Song Shiqing lay motionless, and seemed weak when speaking, he lightly raised his fingertips and pinched the tip of his nose like coaxing a child, "I thought you'd grown up, but in the end you still cry like you did when you were a child."

"I'm so happy." Song Hanzhang said, "Get well soon, I'm afraid to see you lying like this."

Chun Leshui by the bed saw Song Hanzhang's fragile side for the first time.

Even the last time in the hospital he hadn't admitted his fear so bluntly.

What he didn't know was that Song Nanfeng left like this at the beginning.

She was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment due to excessive blood loss. She was connected to various instruments. She let Song Hanzhang pass by, but before Song Hanzhang could hold her hand, the hands that would usually gently caress Song Hanzhang slipped from the air. He fell heavily on the quilt.

The picture that had been hidden in his heart for many years reappeared, and Song Hanzhang really couldn't hide his fear.

"It will be fine in a few days." Song Shiqing comforted him with a smile.

Indeed, as he said, Song Shiqing's overall situation gradually improved visibly to the naked eye in the next few days.

"Grandpa, let me tell you..."

Before opening the door, Song Hanzhang heard Chun Leshui's voice inside. He talked about what happened to their crew in a particularly exaggerated tone, which made Song Shiqing laugh uncontrollably.

Song Hanzhang's hand on the doorknob stopped, he felt that he couldn't make grandpa laugh like Chun Leshui, and he also knew that if he went in at this time, it would definitely destroy the warm and beautiful atmosphere inside.

Turning his back against the wall, listening to the overlapping laughter inside, Song Hanzhang couldn't stop curling his lips.

"Le Shui, is grandpa okay?" Chu Lin asked during the rehearsal break.

Chun Leshui nodded, and said while adding water: "It's good, it's just that grandpa is getting old, Dr. Chen said to let him stay in the hospital for a while." He laughed, "But the old man is boring to death .”

It has been almost a week since Song Shiqing was transferred to the general ward. Ordinary heart bypass patients can be discharged from the hospital about half a month after the operation. However, because the old man’s physical condition is relatively poor, Dr. Chen still recommends him to stay in the hospital for a longer period of time. Time, it is safer to monitor all aspects of the body.

Although rare, certain complications can still occur after heart bypass surgery in the presence of other medical conditions.

Of course, Song Hanzhang didn't dare to take it lightly, and decided to extend the hospital stay with Dr. Chen in total disregard of the old man's objection.

Chun Leshui thought it was funny when he thought of the old man suing him.

"You recently ran around the theater hospital, is your body able to bear it?" Chu Lin said, "I see that you have lost a lot of weight."

Especially when the two of them danced duet, because Chun Leshui danced women's steps, there would be some lifting and cuddling movements, Chu Lin could clearly feel that Chun Leshui's waist was getting thinner and lighter day by day.

"Isn't this about to be a performance? Just wait until the performance is over." Chun Leshui bumped into Chu Lin as he said, "And I'm a little thinner, you don't need to lift it up, do you?"

Less than two months have passed since the premiere in May, and Chun Leshui can more and more feel that those targeted drugs are gradually failing. There are already many bruises formed by subcutaneous bleeding on her body, and the symptoms of anemia are becoming more and more serious. The more severe the disease, the more frequent the attack made him very nervous, especially afraid of being discovered by Chu Lin.

Fortunately, he hid better and has not been bumped into by Chu Lin so far.

Chun Leshui had made up his mind, and as soon as the premiere was over, he immediately resigned to Jiang Buyi, and then left from Shencheng with the excuse of wanting to relax after the divorce.He wrote many letters to Chu Lin and sent them to him every year on his birthday, saying that he didn't go back because he was traveling around the world to relax, and he also made up many stories about starting a new life in foreign countries.

Even if Chun Leshui will start the second week, even if he may still involuntarily approach Chu Lin in the second week, he still doesn't want Chu Lin in this world to be sad because of his death.

But sometimes accidents come so suddenly, Chun Leshui didn't expect that one second he was glad that Chu Lin didn't catch him having an illness, and the next second he passed out during the rehearsal.

Although this brief loss of consciousness lasted less than a minute, he was still dancing well at the first moment, but at the next moment he suddenly fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string, and his heart was almost stopped by Chu Lin.

Including the other dancers in the rehearsal hall, they were startled by Chun Leshui's sudden fainting.

If he wakes up one second later, a colleague will dial 120.

The first thing that came into view was Chu Lin with a worried face. Chun Leshui sat up slowly propped up on the floor, and smiled lightly to appease the friends who were eagerly asking him about his health: "I'm fine, everyone, don't worry."

He said and rubbed Chu Lin's arm: "Brother, don't worry."

"I think your condition is very bad recently," Chu Lin said, "I will help you and Director Jiang take a leave of absence, and I will accompany you to the hospital for a checkup tomorrow."

How could Chun Leshui dare to go to the hospital with Chu Lin, and quickly refused: "Go, I've been there, I've gone for a checkup."

Faced with Chu Lin's worried and questioning eyes, Chun Leshui decided to tell the truth.Now that he said it was fine, Chu Lin would definitely not believe it, but he couldn’t tell Chu Lin that he had leukemia, and the most convincing lie was that it was half-true: “Isn’t it the first time I’ve acted in this kind of dance drama, and I’m the main character again, so I’m afraid It’s too stressful to act well.”

Chun Leshui observed Chu Lin's expression while talking: "... I was a little anxious, and then I lost my appetite and couldn't eat, so I was a little anemic." Finally, he turned the conversation to Chu Lin, "Brother, you Were you nervous when you performed in a dance drama for the first time?"

"Don't change the subject." Chu Lin refused to listen to him, and asked him, "You are anemic, why didn't you tell me?"

"Senior Brother~" Chun Leshui took out his trick of playing tricks and acting like a baby again.

"I said that I can't see you when I eat recently. I'm hiding my feelings. I'm afraid I will find that you don't eat?" Chu Lin said seriously, "From tomorrow onwards, I will eat with me at noon, and I will watch you eat."

"Okay, okay," Chun Leshui nodded repeatedly, "Go and continue the rehearsal, I'll take a break."

Although Chu Lin was not at ease, he patted his leg and went to rehearse.

He looked in the direction of Chun Leshui several times on the way, and Chun Leshui grinned at him.

Leaning against the wall to rest for a while, his nose was a little itchy, Chun Leshui had a dark secret, and sneaked out of the rehearsal hall along the wall.

When he rushed to the bathroom, the unstoppable nosebleed had already seeped from between his fingers and dripped onto the floor.

Chun Leshui pressed the bleeding nose, frantically pulled the roll paper on the wall as if she didn't want money, and wiped the blood that snaked down her arm.

The bang bang sound of the rotating drum was especially clear in the empty bathroom.

He was busy stopping the bleeding when the phone in his trouser pocket rang again.

Chun Leshui hadn't wiped off the blood on her fingers, so she pulled the phone out of her pocket with her orchid fingers raised, connected it and pressed the speaker button.

"Uncle Xu, what's the matter?"

"Le Shui..."

After Xu Qing finished speaking, there was a long silence, only gasping through the loudspeaker of the telephone.

And the empty bathroom formed a loudspeaker room, amplifying the heavy and eager breathing on the other side of the phone countless times.

Chunle Shui's heart tightened.

"Grandpa...had a complication of perioperative myocardial infarction..."

Perioperative myocardial infarction is a serious complication after heart bypass surgery, because vascular embolism leads to acute ischemia of the heart, and in the worst case, it will kill people. *

Chun Leshui felt that the sky was about to fall. Isn't my grandfather recovering very well? He can talk and laugh. Why did such a serious complication suddenly appear?

His bleeding didn't stop, but it got better. Chun Leshui hurried out of the bathroom, bumping into someone who was about to come in.