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Qi Han was seriously injured, and he was pushed out of the operating room after seven hours of rescue, and was directly transferred to the intensive care unit.

The doctor took the five critical illness notices and told Fu Ge that the results would all be tonight. If he could wake up tonight, everything would be fine. If he couldn't wake up, he had to prepare for the worst.

Fu Ge didn't tell anyone, including Fu Juehan, but silently called Qi Han's lawyer. He knew that Qi Han had already made a will, but he never showed it to him.

"Mr. Xiao, according to Mr., the final interpretation of this will belongs to you. You can modify any of the rules at any time. We have no right to intervene. We just want to confirm that Mr. really..."

has passed away.

Fu Ge didn't respond, and stared at the thick stack of papers in silence. There were more than 70 sheets of real estate registration alone, and the rest of the movable and real estate were even more immeasurable.

Qi Han divided all the things he had earned through hard work all his life into two shares, one for Fu Ge, one for Fu Juehan, and the remaining bits and pieces to the second uncle's family.

In addition, a 70-year bursary fund has also been established to help students who are able to attend the Beijing Academy of Fine Arts but cannot afford the high tuition fees.

Fu Ge pointed to the fund and asked the lawyer, "Did my husband explain why this fund was established?"

The lawyer was stunned for two seconds. It was the first time he heard words about Qi Han from this soft but indifferent man. He was so intimate that he didn't know whether he should be happy for his employer.

"some."

The lawyer bowed and said, "When my husband told me to do it, I mentioned it a lot, but I never understood it. The original words of my husband were: If someone had set up this fund at that time, my lover might not have suffered so much. "

Fu Ge stopped reading the will, and Fu Ge's eyes suddenly turned red.

The Beijing Academy of Fine Arts was his favorite school back then, but because of Qi Han's sins, he couldn't even go to university.

The dream that was cut off was like a thorn, buried in his heart for many years, not only Fu Ge was hurt, Qi Han was also not spared.

The half-finger-thick inheritance can buy half of Jiangcheng, but the two biggest beneficiaries have nothing to do with him.

One is his lover who is about to leave him, and the other is his adopted son who has no blood relationship. What Fu Juehan said is correct. If they really boarded the plane and left Qihan to die in the explosion without a sound, maybe even There is no one to restrain him even in the bones.

Those collateral relatives can't wait to scrape off the last trace of his flesh and blood, and then kick the evil offspring out of the family tree.

Fu Ge turned to the last page of the will, and saw a few lines of small characters under Qi Han's signature.

The first sentence reads: If someone takes care of my funeral, please help me engrave this passage on the tombstone——

I hope that after I die, someone will talk about my short decades of life after dinner, not only that my parents died, my childhood was miserable, my behavior was bad, and my career was full of bad things, but I also mentioned that I once had a woman like a bellflower. The same gentle and tolerant lover.

He didn't push me into hell, and he didn't waste my life or life. He gave me the happiest two years and eleven months, and a cute and brave child.

Although they left me in the end, I have no regrets.

Beads of warm water trickled into threads and dripped onto the paper.

Fu Ge raised his hand to cover his face.

He walked into the ward at five o'clock in the morning, and there was only one hour left before the "tonight" deadline given by the doctor, and Qi Han still didn't show any signs of waking up.

Fu Ge called all the bodyguards and escorts out, and stood guard in front of the hospital bed. Qi Han's back was almost shattered, so he could only lie on his stomach on the bed, half of his face was covered by a pillow, but he looked surprisingly soft.

Fu Ge held his fingertips and spoke as if chatting.

"I have imagined your death countless times, from my 20s to now, it has even become my must-have program before going to bed."

There are countless fragments flashing in my mind, and the past that I thought I didn't care about is still vivid in my mind.

"When we met again at the age of 23, I pierced your shoulders with glass and pierced your lower abdomen. At that time, I thought, you'd better lose too much blood and die directly."

Too bad you didn't.

"Later, you sacrificed half your life trying to save me, and the gangsters in the hospital cut your back with a bone machete. With such a deep wound, I wish you to die. If you die, it will be over between us."

Too bad you don't either.

"Later, you lost all your fame and wealth due to me, and you were imprisoned. You almost spent the rest of your life in prison. I thought you could finally let me go."

It's a pity you still haven't.

Even though he was forced to that stage, Qi Han was still able to make a comeback and did everything possible to catch him back to his side and tie him in a cage forever.

"I always thought you were omnipotent and omnipotent, so when the bomb exploded and your blood splashed on my face, and when the doctor signed me with so many critical illness notices, I didn't believe you would die at all."

Unfortunately, I seem to be wrong again this time.

Fu Ge laughed as he spoke, his bright red eyes were moist and whirling, as if catching the morning mist, but he didn't cry, his tone was calm as if he was chatting about a boring book.

"Brother Qi, if you really can't do it, don't hold on anymore, and don't worry too much about me. You wait for me for two years, and when I settle Ah Jue and Xiao Yi properly, I..."

After a pause, he stroked Qi Han's fingertips, with a faint smile as if letting go of all his past, "I'll go and accompany you."

"Isn't it still...a surprise?"

He pursed his lips, warm water spread to the end of his eyes, and quickly wiped it with his hand, "In the past few decades, I have not lived much for myself. When I was 25, it was for you, and then it was for hatred, and then It's for Ah Jue."

"The day you let me go, I didn't even know what I should do. Later, Ah Jue was injured by Xiaoyi, so I thought I should leave it all to my son and give him the lost childhood. But now Xiaoyi You came back, but you fell behind, it seems like we are destined not to have a complete family."

"Since fate is always up to others, let me decide for myself."

He took out the will and put it on Qi Han's bedside, flipped through it casually, and said in a low voice, "I've already changed the will for you, and left it all to Ah Jue. You wait for me for another two years, and I have to watch over him and the little boy." Once I get married and live a stable life, I will be free from worries."

"Will you be able to let go of all your grudges after you die? Will you still want me so much then?"

He lowered his eyes to look at Qi Han, asked teasingly, and answered to himself: "If you want, you can tell me in a dream, and I will accompany you to the last section."

The ward was filled with the beeping sound of instruments, and Qi Han's breathing became weaker and weaker. Time passed by, and there was only half an hour left before the end of "tonight". Fu Ge got up and opened the curtains, ready to welcome the morning light.

Fu Juehan, who stood outside the door for half an hour, turned his head and left, waiting for the trial of fate.

He went back to Meng Yi's ward. The little mummy on the bed had just woken up for 2 minutes. When he realized that he was not there, he was about to ring the bell when his struggling fingers were held.

"...Brother?" The room was dark, and Meng couldn't tell if it was him.

"Here it is." Fu Juehan turned on the light and sat beside his bed, "Woke up from the pain?"

"No, it doesn't hurt. It's much better. I think I can get out of bed."

"Nonsense." Fu Juehan pinched the tip of his nose reproachfully, wet his lips with a cotton swab, and said casually: "If you feel uncomfortable, just say, the doctor told you that blood can't be given to you, but hugging and kissing the tube enough."

Meng Yi blinked, imitating his tone and saying: "If you feel uncomfortable, just tell me, I can't give you my life, but classmate Xiao Meng's hugs and kisses are enough."

Fu Juehan froze for a moment: "What?"

The distress in Meng's eyes was about to overflow, and he choked up when he spoke: "Brother, what's wrong with you..."

How come it looks like half of your energy is taken away in an instant, like a walking dead hanging in one breath.

Fu Juehan lowered his eyes: "I don't know how to tell you."

As soon as his lover was out of danger, his relatives stood on the edge of the cliff again, but Fu Juehan could only stand aside helpless, because the one who robbed him was the god of death, and the other was the will of his father.

This was the first time Meng Yi saw him like this, fragile and frightened, trying to pretend to be calm, but actually trembling with fear.

"It's Qi Han... right? How is he now..."

Meng Yi still remembered that the man rushed over to protect them in the last few seconds, and was finally blown away, bloody and bloody.

No matter how much indignation and resentment he had towards Qi Han before, no matter how angry he used himself to design Fu Juehan, he became insignificant in the face of life and death. Meng Yi had to admit that he was a great husband and father.

"Half an hour left."

Fu Juehan's eyes were scarlet, he clenched his fists to his lips, and begged, "As long as he can wake up within half an hour, we will have a new home, a family of four, harmonious and beautiful, if he can't wake up... ..."

He took a deep breath, and his wry smile trembled: "I don't have a father anymore, not one..."

Meng Yi opened his lips in shock, unable to speak for a while, his heart that had just calmed down was suddenly pulled up again, and he stammered and asked, "Uncle Fu..."

"I have no right to interfere with Dad's decision."

Fu Juehan said: "He has supported me for too many years, and he is very tired. Qi Han is a thorn in his heart, and it is also a breath that hangs on him. Once the breath is gone, it will be difficult for him to hold on. . . . just like you are to me . . . "

Human life is sometimes so small and pitiful that even a person like Qi Han can be manipulated in his hands.

Meng Yi closed his eyes and hooked his arm with his fingertips: "Brother, can you give me a hug?"

Fu Juehan immediately leaned over and embraced him, "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

"I'm not feeling bad, brother is feeling bad." He took off Fu Juehan's watch, put it in his palm, and pressed his face into his arms: "Do you still remember the song I sang to you in the live broadcast room?"

""Thousand Thousand Que Songs"?"

"Correct."

The warm breath fell on his ear, Meng Yi kissed the back of his neck, his voice was as low as a gnat but it contained a thousand strengths, he said: "This is the half hour you are most afraid of, give it to me, No matter what the final result is, I swear that brother will be with me for the rest of his life."

The voice that was hoarse from crying while fleeing was unexpectedly soft at the moment, and the soft and fragile body on the hospital bed was unexpectedly powerful.

In an instant, as if returning to 13 years ago, Fu Juehan embraced the child who couldn't wear pajamas, and said, "Don't be afraid, I will grow up with you."

The child touched his face: "Xiaobao will always protect my brother."

Like two jigsaw puzzles that have been missing for many years, they were left in a corner where no one cares about them, until the day they came together, they finally tasted the fullness.

In the last few minutes of "Tonight," the song comes to a close.

Mengyi sang the last line seven times, his voice became hoarse and trembling, until Fu Juehan's tears dripped down and wet his shoulders, the door of the ward was finally opened, and a series of messy footsteps The sound rushed in.

Fu Ge stood at the door covering his mouth, his precarious body slid down against the wall, and he said, "Dad woke up..."

The author says:

When Xiaobao grows up, he can protect his elder brother. He will indeed be a group pet in the future and will receive a lot of love, but at the same time, he will also give back a lot of love to others. He and Brother Han will love each other in the future .

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Knowing that the sub-cp is a thunder point for some readers, I am trying to reduce the space as much as possible, and the title of this chapter is also marked.

But this part must be written, because it involves the conflict between Ge Han and Jue Hanfeng's father and son's family relationship. After this party is over, there will not be many CP scenes. Some are family reunion building or Jue Han and his son fighting Meng I only made soy sauce when I was home, don't worry.

Whispered: I want to watch the sub-cp next door "Love Pain", the rhythm is also very fast.