Passionate to know

An Zhi followed the address given by Tang Ling, returned to City A, and found the First Hospital.

Standing in front of the hospital, he felt that he was really stupid.I took the car without bringing anything, and when I came to my senses, I realized that the person had already arrived here.Maybe Tang Ling was right, he was just waiting for an excuse.

But how should he face Song Zhiyang? An Zhi couldn't figure out this question.

He stood at the entrance of the hospital for so long that the guard guarding the gate started to look sideways at him. He had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk in.

In fact, An Zhi hated coming to the hospital. When he first saw his mother being draped in a white cloth and pushed into the mortuary, the pain was like a sharp knife piercing his heart.

In fact, when he heard that Jiang Yuyuan was seriously ill, An Zhi still couldn't believe it, because in his memory, that woman was powerful and resolute, and it seemed hard to imagine that she would decline like this.

Birth, old age, sickness and death are the most helpless, no matter how stubborn a person is, he can't stop the pain and suffering.

Originally, An Zhi thought that it would be good to just take a look at it from a distance.But when he really saw Song Zhiyang, he seemed to be nailed to the ground, unable to take a step.

It was at the end of the corridor, and a half glass wall exposed everything inside.Song Zhiyang did seem to have lost a lot of weight. He sat on the side of the hospital bed with his eyes downcast, and there was the kind of helpless sadness that An Zhi was familiar with in his eyes.Jiang Yuyuan on the bed had a few infusion tubes stuck in his hands, the wires of the instrument were connected to his whole body, and his face was covered with a breathing mask. Compared with what he remembered, he was so thin that veins were crawling all over his skin. Scary and terrifying, with a look of exhaustion.

As if feeling An Zhi's sight, Song Zhiyang suddenly raised his head and looked at the place where An Zhi was standing. He was stunned for a moment, because he was so shocked that he couldn't make a sound at all, and the movement of standing up was too violent. the chair behind him.

It's hard to say what obvious expression is on Song Zhiyang's face. He still doesn't distinguish between emotions and anger, but his eyes are always locked on An Zhi. If that gaze is real, An Zhi will probably be seen right now.

Song Zhiyang turned his head and whispered a few words to Jiang Yuyuan on the bed, then opened the door and walked to An Zhi.

Before An Zhi could react, Song Zhiyang pulled An Zhi into his arms and leaned against the wall.

"It's really you..." Song Zhiyang whispered in An Zhi's ear with a voice full of nostalgia.

Before An Zhi came here, she had imagined countless times what it would be like when she really saw Song Zhiyang.Whether he will be happy, disappointed, or unresponsive.He imagined many scenes and dialogues, but at the moment when he was being held in Song Zhiyang's arms, he realized that his mind was buzzing and at a loss, he couldn't say anything, he could only reach out and hug him back .

An Zhi patted him on the back, thought for a long time and said, "You've lost weight."

Song Zhiyang let go of him reluctantly: "You...why come here?"

An Zhi looked at Jiang Yuyuan in the room through the glass: "Tang Ling told me."

There was a hint of disappointment in Song Zhiyang's eyes, and he carefully concealed it: "... She said, she wants to meet you alone, do you want to?"

An Zhi nodded, "Alright."

When it was confirmed that Jiang Yuyuan was seriously ill, An Zhi's heart actually felt cold, and an inexplicable feeling rose from his lungs. When he opened the door, his hands were even cold.He walked in the door almost unconsciously, and stood in front of Jiang Yuyuan's hospital bed. Many past events were projected in his brain little by little. He suddenly felt that this haggard old man was not so hateful, nor was it so unforgivable.

Probably because of Song Zhiyang, so his heart softened.

She has already received the retribution she deserves, and there is no need for him to force her. Hatred is a double-edged sword. When he hurts her, he also hurts himself.

Jiang Yuyuan on the bed slowly opened her eyes when she heard the voice. It seemed that such a movement also made her strenuous. Her voice was so breathless that if it wasn't for the quietness of the room, she could hardly hear it.

"An... know..."

An Zhi stepped forward and softly replied, "Mrs. Song."

After receiving An Zhi's response, Jiang Yuyuan's chaotic eyes became a little brighter. She moved her hands and feet, as if she was returning to the light, and raised her hand to grab An Zhi's sleeve: "...I...Am I really unforgivable?"

After being seriously ill for a year and going back and forth between life and death many times, Jiang Yuyuan actually finally understood many things, and finally began to regret the wrong things he committed.What An Zhi said at the beginning was not wrong. It is her business whether to apologize, but it is An Zhi's business whether to forgive. If the two people's positions are changed, she may not forgive An Zhi.But when people are about to die, they still hope to be redeemed.

"It's useless for me to forgive you, and it's not me who you are most sorry for."

Jiang Yuyuan closed his eyes, then opened them again: "Yeah, what I'm sorry for is... really... Actually, I should... thank you... thank you for letting me go in the end... not letting me in the cell... to repent past…"

An Zhi let her grab his sleeve and was silent for a long time, until Jiang Yuyuan let go of his hand softly before he said: "You took away my most important person, and I also want your most important person People. Give me Song Zhiyang, and we'll settle the matter."

Hearing this, Jiang Yuyuan's eyes were filled with tears, Wu Qing's lips were trembling, and his teeth were bumping up and down. After a while, he let out a long breath and said, "...that child...he can't leave Open yours...it's okay..."

The equipment in the ward suddenly issued a sharp warning sound, and Song Zhiyang, who was outside the door, rushed into the room with a stride, and then all the doctors and nurses rushed in.

Jiang Yuyuan fell ill again.

She was like a fish stranded on the beach, her body convulsed slightly, her eyes were slack, her consciousness was a little unclear, her hands kept waving in the air, and she kept muttering: "Really...Really...I'm sorry...Really... forgive me…"

The doctors wanted her to settle down, but now Jiang Yuyuan had hallucinations and could not cooperate with the doctor's treatment at all.

An Zhi stepped forward, fending off the flustered doctor, reached out to hold Jiang Yuyuan's waving hand, and covered it in the palm of his hand as if to comfort him, then leaned down and said softly, "I forgive you."

Like a magical spell, Jiang Yuyuan calmed down, and slowly lowered his hands, a satisfied and relieved smile slowly appeared on his face, he slowly closed his eyes, and the electrocardiogram returned to normal.

Doctors and nurses swarmed her and pushed her into the operating room.

An Zhi turned around, looked at Song Zhiyang who was sitting weakly on the chair, with a tired and relieved expression on his face, stepped forward, and hugged him in his arms.When he sent his mother away alone in the hospital, he felt extremely cold. If someone could give him a hug at that time, he would probably be able to remember the warmth in his bones.

"Anzhi..." Song Zhiyang felt his frozen heart be slowly melted by a pinch of fire, "You are so warm."