Heterogeneous love

After all, we did not catch up. Not only that, my aunt was rushed to the emergency room due to a sudden cerebral hemorrhage due to stimulation.

When Juechu and I arrived, we could only sit outside the emergency room and wait. Juechu sat on the chair with his head down, tears dripping down, crying silently.

I remembered how my uncle threw me high with a smile when I was a child, and then caught me when I fell, laughing happily.I think of the way he smiled and called me nannie lovingly.I remembered the way he secretly stuffed money into me behind my aunt's back.I remembered his hunched back when he sent me to school that time.

My heart ached and I shed tears.

He stretched out his hands to cover Jue Chu's clenched hands, he didn't look at me, he lowered his head and leaned his forehead on the back of my hands, as if he was drawing strength to support himself, but tears splashed on the back of my hands, so hot, so hot... …

When the doctor came out of the emergency room, Jue Chu and I rushed to meet her. I never liked my aunt in my heart, but now I sincerely pray for her well.

"Fortunately, it happened suddenly in the hospital, and the rescue was timely enough. You can stay in the hospital for observation for a week. Let's visit the patient in the observation room later."

I breathed a sigh of relief, and so did Jue Chu.

He turned around and hugged me tightly, "Yuanyuan, she's fine. She's fine. God bless you."

I nodded, "Yeah. She's fine. It's fine."

God is so pitiful, don't let him bear the pain of losing his parents all at once, that kind of pain is too overwhelming. Back then, I still had my brother by my side to take care of me, but there was no one around him who could share it for him...

When I saw my aunt in the observation room, she seemed to have aged a lot in an instant. I'm not talking about appearance, I'm talking about heart.

That kind of exhausted pain slowly leaked out from the body, which couldn't be concealed.

She must love her uncle very much in her heart. Although she has always quarreled with him in these years, and she has the upper hand every time, she has done nothing less for him.She must love him very much.

My aunt was taken aback when she saw me, but she didn't show disgust like she used to. She just nodded lightly, "You're here too."

I didn't know what to say, so I stood behind Jue Chu and nodded slightly.

"Mom, take a good rest. I'll buy something and cook it for you when I get home."

The aunt glanced at him and suddenly smiled, calmly like a loving mother and loving son, "When will you be hot?"

Jue Chu began to whine, "I'll just buy a book and do it." Then his tone was a bit awkward, "You don't mind me, I'll just do it anyway. You should have a good rest."

After speaking, he turned and went out.I saw it, nodded with my aunt, and followed me out.

The hospital is half an hour away from our home. We took a car to the supermarket near our home, bought bones, lotus root noodles, hot ingredients, etc., and walked back home.

Jue Chu took the [-] cases of pretty irons he bought from the supermarket and followed them seriously.

I just sat by and watched without disturbing him.

He has been standing there guarding the fire, but he didn't know that the fire should be turned down and the lid should not be too tight, but the heat still jumped out...

For a while, I was in a hurry and jumped around.

I sighed, went into the kitchen, helped him remove the lid, turned off the fire again, and poured out half of the water.

"You can't put so much water in the soup, it will boil out, and the taste of the soup is not good." He said, scooped out a tablespoon of soup, tasted it, put salt and chicken essence in it, turned on the fire again, turned it down, and put the lid on Half covered, "That's all."

When he turned around, Jue Chu was looking at me with an indescribable deep gaze. Seeing me turning around to look at him like this, he just lowered his eyebrows and said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you."

I was taken aback for a moment, it turns out that we have already been divided up to this point...

I took the prepared soup to the hospital and gave it to my aunt. After taking a sip, my aunt suddenly burst into tears. It dripped into the soup bowl and splashed out again. Cry."

My aunt looked at him and smiled with tears, "It's not bad. Mom is happy. My son has finally grown up. I can also drink the soup he made for me."

Jue Chu breathed a sigh of relief, and looked back at me with gratitude in his eyes.

The aunt's illness was unbearable, and Jue Chu kept telling her what happened to her in Hong Kong this year.

I looked at his fluttering brows and eyes with an indescribable pain in my heart. He must be in pain now, but I can’t say it or show it, because I’m afraid that my aunt will be sadder, so I pretend that everything is fine as long as my mother is good. She is happy.

Although my aunt still looked tired, the smile in her eyes warmed up, and she raised her head to touch Jue Chu's head from time to time.

Jue Chu and I stayed with my aunt until 10:30.

"Mom, go to sleep. I'll watch you here."

My aunt smiled and drove us away.

"Go back and see what. The nurses here will keep vigil at night and take turns to replace them. You see how many vigils there are so many people in the hospital. It affects others. You go back. Come see mom tomorrow."

Jue Chu insisted on refusing to leave, but was waved away by his aunt.

When we got out of the hospital, Jue Chu didn't take a car, and walked back step by step with an insulated bucket.

I silently followed behind him, just walking all the way home.

When I got home and opened the door and turned on the light, Jue Chu turned his face away, but I still saw tears gushing out of his usual deep eyes, so fast and so much that it was too late for people to wipe them away.

"Go to sleep." He was about to enter the bedroom as he said, but I grabbed him.

"Don't be like this, Jue Chu, don't be like this. Cry out. It will feel much better."

He didn't look back, but his body was trembling, trembling uncontrollably.

I was so sad that it hurt, I went up and hugged him, "Juechu, you can cry."

He suddenly turned around, hugged me tightly, and cried loudly.

Crying like that, like crying out all the pain, leaving nothing behind.

I also shed tears, but just hugged him and didn't speak.

To me, my uncle is just a good relative to me, but to him he is an irreplaceable father. Since then, he has lost a mountain and will never get it back.

Jue Chu didn't know how long he had been crying like this, until his voice became hoarse and he couldn't make a sound.

I pulled him to the bed and made him lie down.

Then he went to pour water for him, and went to the medicine box to find out the loquat paste.

"Drink some. I have to go to see my aunt tomorrow. If you can't speak, today's hard work will be in vain."

Jue Chu leaned against the bed, and I fed him two mouthfuls of loquat paste with a spoon, and the remaining liquid leaked from the corner of his mouth, and I gently wiped it away with my fingers.

When he raised his head, Jue Chu looked at me with a faint expression, "Yu Qingyuan," his voice was hoarse like raw gravel, "Why did you treat me so well? I will never want to let go."

I didn't know what to say, so I helped him turn off the bedside lamp, "Go to sleep, it's getting late. I'm going to the outhouse."

When he got up and walked out, he pulled him from behind.

"Don't go. Yu Qingyuan. Don't go today. Please. Don't go."

I turned around to look at him, the moonlight came in from the window and shone on his slightly upturned face, pale, pleading, sad, helpless...

He just raised his face to look at me so stupidly, held me at the most vulnerable moment, and begged me not to go.

I looked at his tearful eyes and suddenly felt an inexplicable heartache. At the beginning, if I could hold brother like this, would he leave?

"Okay, I won't go." I sat down and hugged him, my voice was slightly bitter but soft, "I'll accompany you, I won't go."

Jue Chu hugged me tightly all night, as if he was afraid of losing something.But he was really tired and soon fell asleep.

I looked at his sleeping face, his brows were still tightly wrinkled, and there were still unwiped tears hanging between his eyelashes, like an abandoned child, his face was full of distress.

I watched, finally sighed, found a comfortable position in his arms and fell asleep.