Chapter 23:

The hospital in New Year is still white, and doctors and patients are endless. Like the isolation from the outside world, there is no atmosphere before the Spring Festival.
Wei Ruxia got up early in the morning. She went to the sink to get a pot of warm water and wanted her grandma to wash her face. When she came out carrying the basin, she found that her grandmother had risen from the bed. She wore a sick suit, smiled at her, and said, "I will do it myself."
She is in good spirits today and has more physical strength than before. Wei Ruxia looked at her cheeks that had turned red for the first time in such a long time, holding the sink and opening the sink door, and said, "I'm going to put water."
When Wei Zishan pushed the door in, Li Suhe was sitting by the window. She had a copy of Tagore's Poems in her hand. She wore a gray cashmere shawl on her shoulders, and her back was warm and serene.
Hearing the opening of the door, Li Suhe turned around and saw Wei Zishan, she smiled and said: "Xia Xia went to the supermarket to buy materials, today we are making dumplings."
The rice cake needs too many tools, which can't be done in the hospital. The dumplings are relatively simple and can still be made.
Wei Zishan was wearing a light brown coat. He was tall, handsome, and had a bunch of flowers in his arms. He had a sense of British gentleman. Li Su and Aihua cannot be kept in the hospital. He buys a bunch every day.
Passing the flower in his hand to Li Suo and his arms, Wei Zishan twisted his brow slightly, and said, "Tang Yuan can be discharged from the hospital and made again. You still have a good rest today."
Li Suhe didn't take it seriously, sniffing the lily in her arms. She put the book on the side table and motioned to Wei Zishan to sit down and said, "Xia Xia accompanied us for the New Year for the first time. I want her to understand Ancheng. New Year's customs."
Hearing that it was for Wei Ruxia, Wei Zishan's eyebrows tightened tighter.
The son sat next to her, she could see clearly any change in his expression. Li Suo leaned on the back of the chair, holding a large bouquet of flowers, and felt a little tired.
"You still contradict her." Li Suhe said, "How to understand her so deeply against her."
Wei Zishan didn't want to discuss Wei Ruxia's problems with Li Suo and her when she was sick, because it was likely to cause quarrels and also make her more uncomfortable.
"Let's stop saying this." Wei Zishan said.
"I love you more than her." Li Suhe said.
Wei Zishan looked up, her mother's expression was calm, and her eyes shone with light. This sentence was sent by her heart, and Wei Zishan felt it. They have talked about Wei Ruxia's problems countless times. This is the first time from this perspective that mother has a feeling of death.
"You are my son, I can't live with you, and I must die before you. After my death, I don't want to make you lonely, so I went to pick her up to Ancheng. I love you more than I love her, otherwise I will not take her to Ancheng so selfishly, let her suffer your cold eyes and indifference all day long."
This idea is not glorious, because it does bring a mother's selfishness. Listening to my mother's words, it is naive and ridiculous for Wei Zishan to refute this question from the perspective of "I can live well".
Wei Zishan is eloquent. On the issue of Wei Ruxia, he was speechless by his mother for the first time.
The throat is a bit sour, and Li Suhe seems to have something to say after he finishes speaking. Her lips moved slightly. After a while, she asked Wei Zishan: "How long has your father passed away?"
Changing the subject, Wei Zishan's eyes moved, looking at Li Suhe and said, "Twenty years."
"You were older than her when your father died. You should still remember how you felt at that time, and you still had me." Li Su slowly closed her eyes and said to Wei Zishan: "She just this year Losing a dependent mother, it’s not as good as a stranger to be with her. She’s more sad than you. Her birth ruined your life, but it’s her mother, not her. You are a kind People, treat the small wild cats in the community with compassion..."
Li Su and the tone of the meal, the sun shone on her face, every wrinkle of the old man seemed so kind. She opened her eyes and looked at Wei Zishan with a slight tone, begging with a low voice.
"Be nice to her." Li Suhe said.
During the New Year in the North, dumplings are made. The dumplings are eaten during the Lantern Festival, but they are basically bought in the supermarket for quick-frozen.
There is a small kitchen in Li Suhe’s ward, which can fit three people. The three grandsons and grandchildren work together, Li Suhe is responsible for making the stuffing, Wei Zishan is responsible for the glutinous rice noodles, and the three people make the dumplings together.
"Are you going to cut the noodles?" Li Suhe watched Wei Ruxia cut the dough into small pieces and cut them into plates and eyes, a little surprised.
Kneading the cut pieces, Wei Ruxia responded with a smile: "It's similar to dumplings."
With an expression of "my granddaughter", Li Suhe turned his head to look at Wei Zishan, who was making dumplings on the side, and immediately looked down on him: "How many times have you wrapped dumplings with me? Why is it not good?"
Wei Ruxia turned his head to look at Wei Zishan. The dumpling in his hand was covered by him, and the black sesame and glutinous rice noodles in his hand.
After listening to Li Suhe's words, Wei Zishan frowned in a puzzling way, tearing a piece of glutinous rice paste in the exposed position. Wei Ruxia watched his movement and couldn't help laughing.
Wei Zishan looked up at her and Wei Ruxia smiled. He had no expression, put the dumpling in his hand, opened the faucet and rushed to the hand, saying: "I'll help you get medicine."
It is already more than seven o'clock in the evening, and after taking the dumplings, Li Suhe should take the medicine.
As soon as Wei Zishan left, Li Suhe began to laugh at him. She took the dumplings and wrapped the stuffing: "What's so difficult to wrap the dumplings? Your dad knows nothing about what to cook, so he's picky. What."
Hearing her grandmother's spit on her father, Wei Ruxia smiled and bowed her head to continue to pack.
A family of three has eaten glutinous rice and it is already past nine o'clock. Wei Zishan lived at home, and left after taking care of his mother's medicine. Wei Ruxia took care of her grandmother to wash, and then the two went to bed together.
In the thirtieth day of today, the sound of firecrackers was everywhere outside, and Wei Ruxia slept soundly. After a dim sleep, she heard the voice of her nurse calling her.
"baby."
Wei Ruxia turned around, turned on the table lamp, and looked at the grandmother who was awake on her side. She is now hospitalized, especially paying attention to sleep. Wei Ruxia got up from bed and said, "Is it too noisy? I'll get earplugs for you."
On the hospital bed, Li Suo smiled and waved, "Come and sleep with me."
"I don't sleep honestly." Wei Ruxia walked down to the grandmother's bed and squatted down, holding the grandmother's hand on the cheek. She also wanted to sleep with Li Suhe, but she was afraid that she wouldn’t sleep and press her.
"Just a moment." Li Suhe lifted the quilt and pointed to the time. "Grandma stays with you."
At this time, Wei Ruxia only glanced at the wall clock in the room, the pointer was pointing at 11:50, and the new year was about to arrive.
An inexplicable emotion flooded Wei Weixia's heart. She couldn't tell what it was like. She took off her slippers and Wei Ruxia got into Li Suhe's bed. Her bed was a bit cold, and Wei Ruxia was warm, leaning towards Li Su and her side. Feeling her coming, Li Suo smiled softly and hugged her into her arms.
Her body is already bigger than her, and Li Suo and the sick hospitalized have become thinner, but now I can't hold her. The smell of disinfecting water in the hospital couldn't cover the scent of the shallow shower gel on the girl's body. This breath with vitality made her squint slightly.
"This is the first time grandma stays with you." Li Suhe said, "Tomorrow is the new year, do you have any wishes for the new year?"
Liefully lying in her grandmother's arms, Wei Ruxia listened to her heartbeat, and the sound of firecrackers in her ears seemed to be diluted by her heartbeat. She felt particularly satisfied and stable.
"I hope my grandma is healthy." Wei Ruxia said.
In the dark ward, Wei Ruxia's voice was very low, and the two people's shallow breaths mixed together, as if she had blown away her wish.
"How about Grandma?" Wei Ruxia asked, looking up at Grandma.
Li Suhe reached out and patted Wei Ruxia's back, soft and soft, like holding Wei Ruxia as a child. Looking at the fireworks blooming outside the window, she said quietly: "I hope you and your father can live a good life."
They are the two closest people in the world.
The sound of fireworks bursting out of the window "Bang" made Wei Ruxia feel heartless. She hugged her grandmother tightly and said softly, "There is also grandma."
When the hour hand points to twelve o'clock, the bell of the main entrance of the hospital rang, and cheers rang out in the isolated and lifeless hospital.
"Happy New Year~"
Li Su and Wei Ruxia, who slept in her arms, kissed her forehead lightly, her voice very soft, like her tentacles reaching into her dream.
"Baby, Happy New Year, help me take care of my father and take care of myself."
In the Luo's mansion on New Year's Eve, all the street lights were on, and all the lights were like arrows pointing to the main house in the center of the mansion.
The main house is an eight-storey villa decorated in the Gothic style. It is magnificent and the whole villa is lit with lights and extraordinary.
Luo Yuan was sitting on a chair and was wrapped in a dumpling. He had just finished his birthday. After he wrapped the dumpling and ate it, Uncle Li wanted to take him downstairs to let off firecrackers to welcome the old.
There are many servants in the mansion on weekdays, but the Spring Festival is approaching, Luo Zhen’s grandmother Shen Zhenshu took them on leave. Only five or six years old servants were left in the mansion.
"Luo Yuan will be in the third year of high school next year. Do you want to go to school?" Shen Zhenshu wrapped Tangyuan and looked at his grandson.
Now only the Luo family members in the kitchen, Luo Jin's grandfather Luo Jincheng, Luo Yuan's grandmother Shen Zhenshu, Luo Yuan's father Luo Qinggu, and Luo Yuan's mother Yang Shuru.
Luo Xuan decided to study abroad from the beginning. Although Luo Xuan was usually reticent, he was a very thoughtful person and parents hardly bothered to worry about it.
"He wants to go to a Nordic country," Yang Shuru replied for him, and then emphasized with Luo Yuan, "You can go to study, but you must return to your country after reading."
Grandpa and grandma have just one grandson, dad and mom have one son, and their roots are in Ancheng.
Putting the dumplings in his hands aside, Luo Yuan glanced at her grandmother and her mother and replied, "I want to read in China."
In a word, the eyes of the remaining four people all turned to him.
Luo Yuan accepted their gaze, and hadn't spoken yet. The phone's bell rang, and it was Wei Ruxia who called. With a slightly raised corner of his eyes, Luo Xuan patted the glutinous rice noodles on his hands and walked out of the kitchen with his mobile phone.
He walked to the window sill of the living room on the second floor, fireworks lit up the sky, and Luo Yuan pressed to answer.
In the sound of firecrackers, a silent voice came from the end of the phone.
"Luo Yuan, my grandmother is gone."
Li Suhe’s body was transported back to Yizhen from the hospital that night. It is now more than three o’clock in the morning, and she will be killed next morning.
Wei Zishan's hometown was in Yizhen. When Li Suhe's body came home, various relatives also came. The funeral is a big event. Just relatives, friends with Li Su and good friends also came.
The Lingtang was quickly laid out. The living room that had been neatly packed by Li Suhe was now left with only one table and a coffin. On the table was the remains of grandma. In the coffin was the remains of grandma. Wei Ruxia was wearing a white mourning dress and was kneeling with relatives in front of the coffin.
This kind of thing happened so often that Wei Ruxia thought she had been in a dream. Maybe she was asleep now, and she woke up tomorrow, she was still in Dongzhen, her mother was not dead, and her grandmother was not dead.
Beside is the howling of relatives, Wei Ruxia's eyes can't dry tears. Wei Zishan is busy dealing with funerals and has been busy greeting outside. He left her the time to cry but she couldn't cry.
The howling of relatives was deafening from the beginning, intermittently at the back, to more than six o'clock in the morning, at the darkest time before dawn, everyone stopped. But inside and outside are noisy, not quiet.
The people kneeling on the side found Wei Ruxia after crying. They looked at Wei Ruxia and whispered.
"This is the kid our sister brought back? Isn't Zishan unnecessary?"
"Her mother is dead, can Zishan want it? Hey, you said it was weird. She was with her. Her mother died. This was just over half a year after we received it, and our sister died."
"The same is true, our sister has not been in good health, how can you say nothing?"
"Oh, oh, sometimes you really have to believe in evil, and it may be Zishan's turn next time."
Wei Ruxia listened to the words of several people, and his heart gradually fell. A figure came suddenly next to him. Wei Zishan looked calmly at the people who had just spoken and said, "It's my turn to die. I'll die. She is my daughter. Less than you talk about it."
Several people heard Wei Zishan say this, and oh, murmured.
Wei Ruxia looked up, and Wei Zishan looked down at her. The man's face was full of haggardness, and only a pair of light brown eyes was still alive. He handed the bread in his hand to Wei Ruxia and said, "Eat something first. You have to be busy all day during the day and you don't have time to eat it."
Wei Zishan was busy preparing everything for the funeral, he had no extra time to take care of her. Wei Ruxia took the bread, unpacked it and stuffed it into his mouth.
It was dawning, and I was about to prepare for burial. In the custom of bereavement, there is a need for grandchildren to pick up lights in front. Wei Ruxia was called out by Wei Zishan and listened to the funeral mother-in-law to arrange for her.
After hearing the arrangements, Wei Ruxia was ready to enter the door and looked up to see the teenager standing outside the courtyard.
The teenager was dressed in plain clothes and stood among the flowers on the edge of the yard. The faint daylight cast a light and shadow around him. His eyebrows were picturesque, his thin lips were ruddy, his white and slender neck was exposed, and he was blushed by the cold wind.
Wei Ruxia stayed up all night and was a little trance-like. When she approached, a bit of surprise flashed in her misty eyes and asked, "Why are you here?"
She didn't look as good as she had imagined, her thin body covered with a large white mourning dress, like ice that was gradually melted by hot water, as if it was gone in a flash.
Luo Yuan looked at Wei Ruxia and did not answer her words. The two were separated by a low wall and the camellia that had just opened on the wall.
"You still have me." Luo Yuan said.
Luo Yuan, my grandmother is gone.
You still have me.
In my mind, these two sentences are connected together.
The fog covering the eyes seemed to be pierced by the needle, and it hurt and itchy. Wei Ruxia chuckled, she grabbed Luo Yuan's clothes, leaned her forehead against his chest, and burst into tears.
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Candy: I ​​will never leave you.