Mr. Fu Hei doesn't think so

Zenyuan Shier reconnected with his former partner Kong Shiyu, and in order to earn Huili's medical expenses, he began to return to his old business, taking on some simple but quick-paying jobs.

Fu Heihui was left at home more and more often. It seemed that the first time he discovered that Hui could stay at home obediently and not cause trouble, Shi Er never worried about him again. Later, when he went to the hospital to visit, Huili saw through it at a glance. Knowing Hui's situation, she frowned and scolded Shier severely, so when Shier went out to work, Fu Heihui was sent to the hospitalized Huili.

Hui is obedient and quiet, not noisy at all. Rather than letting Eri who is in the hospital take care of him, it is better to say that Hui is trying hard to make Eri change his mood.

Huiyi, who chose to come with fairy tales after thinking hard, raised his head hesitantly. He held the fairy tale book high, opened his green eyes and silently asked his mother to read it to him. Of course, her mother, who was so cute by her son, would not Refused, she almost immediately found a job that she could still do after being hospitalized. While she was relieved, Eili took over the responsibility of taking care of Hui with ease.

The responsibilities of husband and wife were reversed, and Eri, who was originally the breadwinner, took over the work of taking care of the children because of a serious illness.

The nurses in the inpatient department love the Eli family very much, and they are full of praise for the young but obedient Hui, "Xiao Hui is really good, she is not noisy at all, and she doesn't need to worry too much about her."

"I hope Xiaohui will be more self-willed."

The pale and thin Huili hugged her son who was asleep in her arms, gently patted the little guy on the back, and replied softly:

"Xiaohui is too obedient, especially after I was hospitalized. It's strange to say that I always feel that Hui knows everything... Although it is obvious that I am taking care of Xiaohui, in reality, it is Xiaohui who is taking care of me."

"This is your illusion, Mrs. Chanyuan, right? No matter how sensible you are, Xiaohui is only over one year old!" The nurse didn't believe it.

"It's true, this is my intuition as the mother of this child."

Eili kissed the forehead of the son in her arms, obviously suffering from illness, but still smiling brightly and happily.

"My lovely Xiaohui has been working hard to make me happy."

So, I have to work hard too.

Eili gently rubbed the cheek of little Fu Heihui, trying hard to suppress the sadness and reluctance in her heart.

……

It's just that no matter how actively she received the treatment, no matter how hard Huili worked hard, in the autumn of October, Huili's condition still deteriorated unstoppably.

Several times of chemotherapy and targeted drugs had already made Eri skinny to skinny, her skin was festered due to the side effects, the cancer cells had spread to her head, the tumor had compressed the optic nerve, and she was completely blind in both eyes.

It hurts too much.

When the sickness broke out, there was severe pain from all over the body. The pain could almost make people collapse, and people could feel the breath of death very clearly. However, when the pain reached that level, death was no longer a fear. Rather, it is a relief that people hope for.Of course, that's only when it happens.

When I was in pain, I wished I could die immediately, but after recovering, I struggled to survive.

This is terminal illness.

Hui was carried outside the ward by the nurse, listening to Eili's almost inaudible crying, biting her lower lip with her newly erupted deciduous teeth.

mom.

He struggled to get out of the nurse's arms, and wanted to go to Huili's side to accompany her to comfort her, but he was hugged tightly.

It was Eri's mother who asked the nurse when she was still conscious.

Ask her to take Kei out anyway when she is aching all over and unable to maintain her sanity.

Although her hair had fallen out and her body was too thin to be called ugly, Eri still didn't want her son to see her sad appearance of begging for death when she had an attack.

Fu Heihui also knew this, so he hung his head, his eyes were sore, and finally stopped struggling, and when he realized it, there were already water marks on his face.

The money for Huili's treatment has never been cut off, but Shier gradually never came to see him again.

He just came to pick up Fu Heihui on time every day, then stood silently at the door of Huili's ward, turned around and left after a while.

"Shier didn't come in again today."

Eili listened to the nurse's words and smiled, but felt a little lonely

Hui looked at her mother's expression, pursed her lips, and when Shi Er sent her to the hospital the next day, she clung to the other's trouser legs and dragged her into the ward.

But failed after several attempts.

Fu Heihui kicked his father hard and fiercely, but this little soft force was completely negligible to that Heaven and Tyrant.

It wasn't until Huili was critically ill that Shier was finally pulled into the ward by his son.

At that time, Huili couldn't sit up anymore and could only lie on the hospital bed.

When she heard her husband's voice, she froze for a moment, and subconsciously smiled.

——Still the most beautiful smile in the eyes of Shi Er and Hui, just like the sun.

"I'm sorry, Shier, Xiaohui."

Lung cancer death rate is too high in the late stage, no matter how optimistic Huili is, she must face up to this reality.

She is going to die.

Eri has always been a straightforward character, so she will not escape her own ending.

Both father and son knew what Eili meant, they sat on the edge of the hospital bed, silent together.

"Xiaohui."

Eili called her son's name, her eyes were no longer able to see, she could only raise her hand, and explored towards the bed.

Fu Heihui walked over immediately, and grabbed her mother's emaciated palm with only bones left in it with her own pair of small hands.

"Xiaohui."

benefit.

Drawing the concept of his son's name, he broke free with a little force, and then stroked the little guy's face.

Already invisible, she could only feel her son's appearance with her hands.

Soft, cute, child who rubs against her palm like a kitten.

Chan Yuan Hui.

God's gift to us.

That is my child, a well-behaved and lovely one-year-old child.

Eri murmured in her heart.

He's still so young, I haven't watched him grow up yet.

How strong is the desire to watch the child grow up with her husband, and how desperate is the pain of not being able to realize it.

"Xiaohui, I'm sorry, I have to leave you alone, I'm really sorry...but mother loves you, and wants to accompany you to grow up very much, but I'm sorry, mother is too weak, and lost when fighting the disease gone."

Mother Eri caressed Fu Heihui's face, her voice was weak and apologetic, as if she had cried too much before, but she was able to keep smiling at the last moment, as if she wanted to dispel the pain of parting: "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I will live a good life with my father in the future."

"And Shir, Shir is an old kid who can't love himself and always wants to give up on himself. If no one pulls him, he will definitely go on the wrong path. He always says that he has nothing He still has us, but now my mother is leaving, and Shier will only be left with you in the future."

"Xiaohui, grow up quickly, father will entrust you."

Eri kept talking, as if she wanted to tell all the things she couldn't let go of in the short time left.

"If he does something bad in the future, no matter what, only you must not hate him... You have to trust Dad, he actually loves you, but he is too stupid and doesn't know how to express it. "

The little Fu Heihui endured the sour eyes, and let out a soft whimper in his throat.

Eri's mother withdrew her hand that was stroking her son's face, and then leaned out to Hui's side.

But not caught.

"Shir"

She called her husband's name, but there was still no answer.

But Eili knew that the man was right here, beside her.

Zenyuan Shi Er kept silent, bowed his head deeply, his forehead hair covered his eyes, and he couldn't see any expression clearly.

Eri waited stubbornly for a long time.

"PAPA!" Hui looked around and shouted anxiously.

Shi Er stared fixedly at his son's green eyes full of accusations, and then at his wife's weak face. After a long while, he finally tremblingly held Huili's outstretched palm carefully.

Like holding a fragile glass object.

"Shir."

Eili grabbed her husband's finger, weaker than Hui, who was over a year old, she murmured her lover's name softly, took Shi'er's hand and pressed it to her face, she rubbed against her, as if Feeling relieved, he showed a gentle but trusting smile.

Then, Eri gave her husband her last blessing.

——Chanyuan Shier unilaterally believes that it is a [curse].

"I'm counting on you, Hui."

Please work hard to live for Kei.

Huiyuan Huili has always been thankful that she gave birth to this child for Shier.

Even if he left by himself, Shi Er was not left with nothing.

Great.

Enduring all the reluctance, Eili forced herself to say in her heart:

That's great.

When Eili's hand was slowly lowered, Fu Heihui's mind went blank, and the spell power that exceeded the body's capacity began to be confused.

No.

He held his breath and begged, but nothing could stop him.

……

Huiyuan Huili was hospitalized for six months and passed away in the bleak autumn.

She did not live to Fu Heihui's second birthday.