Dyed

Fu Ran walked out of the room in a daze, and saw Steward Xiao sitting there, the two looked at each other, neither of them spoke.

She walked forward along the corridor, butler Xiao stared at her back for a while, got up and opened the door of the ward and walked in.

"Third Young Master, you are awake."

Ming Chengyou looked back from a distance, "Don't call me Third Young Master from now on."

Housekeeper Xiao thought it was because Ming Chengyou woke up and couldn't see anyone, and luckily everything was normal and nothing happened just now, "I'm sorry, I just received a strange call asking me to go to the hospital gate."

Ming Chengyou pointed to the bedside lamp, "Turn off the lamp."

Housekeeper Xiao stepped forward in response.

Even the curtains in the ward were drawn, and when Butler Xiao returned to the rest area on the other side, he almost groped his way there.

The room was so dark that you couldn't see your fingers, but Ming Chengyou felt that his mind was clearer than ever.

With his eyes open, he could see many illusory images, as if after a long, long time, there was always a little person toddling.

Now there is no difference between eyes open and eyes closed, and he feels uncomfortable all over in the same position in the narrow hospital bed.

Ming Chengyou's sudden desire to survive made his heart seem to be active, as if he couldn't bear the violent impact.

Between life and death, he really wanted to give up when he learned that his life experience in the past twenty years was a joke after he learned that there was no child.

Fu Ran called the police as soon as he returned to the ward, thinking of the scene just now, he still has lingering fears.

She pulled up a chair and sat in front of the window, and Ming Chengyou said, let them forget about each other.

Fu Ran also knows that forgetting is actually more difficult than remembering.

Zhao Lan was cooking porridge at home and was about to go out when Mingzheng came upstairs, with no expression of joy or anger.

He was so deep in thought that it was unpredictable, Zhao Lan was serving porridge in an insulated box, and when he saw Ming Zheng, his hands froze slightly.

Ming Zheng glanced, his eyes were cold.

"There is porridge in the pot, and I also fried a few side dishes."

Mingzheng glanced at the dazzling array of so-called side dishes on the table, "Didn't I tell you to let the servants do this kind of thing?"

Zhao Lan was holding a multi-layer insulation box, and Ming Zheng could tell at a glance that she was going out, "Is it for Ming Chengyou?"

Zhao Lan lowered his eyes and said nothing, with a slightly embarrassed look on his face.

Ming Zheng withdrew his hand on the chair handle.

He turned and walked out.

"Ming Zheng," Zhao Lan hurriedly called him, "Should we go out after breakfast?"

Ming Zheng glanced at the heat preservation box in her arms, and then strode away without looking back.

Zhao Lan stared blankly at the direction of the door, and after a while, went outside the villa to take a taxi.

Ming Rong was sitting in Ming Chengyou's ward, Li Yunling was still resting after hanging up the water, Zhao Lan came to the door holding the incubator.

Ming Rong raised his eyelids and closed his mouth lightly. After all, his status was embarrassing, so he finally opened his mouth, "Auntie."

"Is Chengyou awake?"

"I woke up last night, but I may still be asleep this time."

Zhao Lan's slender body leaned against the door panel, Ming Rong stretched out his hand in embarrassment when he saw this, "Auntie, I think Cheng You may not want to see you now."

Zhao Lan has self-knowledge, but the longing in her heart is really heavy. She understands that Ming Chengyou's physical condition at this time cannot be stimulated.

She handed the thermos box to Mingrong, "Give it to him for me, I just cooked it, let him eat some."

Ming Rong didn't reach out to take it, but his expression seemed to be moved.

Zhao Lan knew that her status was embarrassing, and Ming Rong grew up with Li Yunling when she was a child. She was afraid of embarrassing him, so she took the thermos away in disappointment.

Seeing her turning around to leave, Ming Rong hesitated for a moment and then called out, "Auntie, you can go in, but only for a while. I saw that he was still asleep just now. You put down your things and come out immediately."

"Okay." Zhao Lan nodded hastily, his eyes lit up.

She cautiously opened the door and went in. Ming Chengyou hadn't woken up yet, so Zhao Lan put the heat preservation box on the bedside table softly.She pulled up a chair and sat on the edge of the bed, bending over.

Why didn't she think that Ming Chengyou was her son?

When he and Mingzheng were young, Ming Yunfeng often took photos and told her more than once that this was his favorite son.

Zhao Lan always thought that Ming Yunfeng loved Ming Chengyou so much that he would say that, how could he think it was because of this reason?

She still remembered the disgust and hatred in Ming Chengyou's eyes when she saw her for the first time, Zhao Lan was in a trance, and she was about to speak when she heard Ming Chengyou yelled something softly, when the man suddenly opened his eyes.

The four eyes met, almost caught off guard.

Zhao Lan backed away, "Chengyou, you, you're awake, I've cooked porridge for you, eat it quickly."

Ming Chengyou stared at Zhao Lan for a long while, his pupils were out of focus, and his eyes couldn't distinguish the emotion at the moment. Zhao Lan saw that he didn't speak, and looked away indifferently after seeing her, "Chengyou, you rest Well, I'll come see you another day."

She didn't dare to make Ming Chengyou angry.

Getting up and walking out of the room, Ming Rong followed suit, "Is Cheng You awake?"

Zhao Lan nodded, "Thank you."

After several days of observation, Ming Chengyou was finally out of danger.

It's just that her body is still very weak, and You Yingrui seemed to have evaporated from the world after that night, and never appeared in Ying'an City again.

Ming Rong pushed Ming Chengyou, who was in a wheelchair, out of the ward. The courtyard was full of sunshine, and every scene was full of vitality. "The hospital is really not a good place."

"Mom said, transfer you to the military hospital tomorrow, where the medical conditions are better."

Ming Chengyou raised his eyes and looked into the distance, "Is this still necessary?"

"Chengyou," Ming Rong held his shoulder, "It's better to have hope than nothing."

Ming Chengyou caught a glimpse of a familiar figure in the corridor from the corner of his eye.

Fu Ran was talking to Fan Xian's attending doctor, and her slender figure stood on the corridor, looking even thinner, with her hair simply tied behind her head and tied into a ponytail.

"You can take her back in a few days, and you don't need to stay in the hospital."

Fu Ran's sore nose was unstoppable, "Let my mother stay for a while, there may be a miracle, she will definitely wake up."

"Miss Fu," the doctor was a little embarrassed, but he didn't want to give her too much hope, "It's the same when you take her home. If you find any signs of improvement, you can send it to the hospital immediately. After all, the warm environment at home is irreplaceable here. , It will also help your mother recover, take her around familiar places more, and talk to her more."

"In this case, there is hope, right?" Fu Ran was full of hope, and the doctor put his hands into the pockets of his white coat, so he naturally wanted to encourage her at this time.

"There are not a few examples of vegetative people waking up."

Fu Ran felt more relaxed after hearing this.

Ming Rong followed Ming Chengyou's gaze and saw Fu Ran, "I'll push you over."

"No need." Ming Chengyou flatly refused.

Ming Rong frowned, "Knowing that I'm not in good health, I should cherish the days with her even more."

His almost transparent face turned into a trance, "It's easy to forget someone. If you have the time to look forward to her, it's better to let her forget it. Anyway, sooner or later, you have to get to this point, so why go around in circles?"

Ming Rong shook his head.

After Fu Ran finished talking to the doctor, she turned around and saw two brothers standing in the yard.

Although Ming Chengyou was seriously ill, the world was still overshadowed by that.

Ming Rong glanced at Fu Ran, thinking she would come over.

The distance is only about ten meters, close enough to see the expressions on each other's faces clearly, the two of them are almost calm, the warm sun that has just risen spreads over the eaves of the corridor, and the fine golden rays divide the gap between the two of them too much thing.

Ming Chengyou said without turning his head, "Let's go."

Almost at the moment when he opened his lips, Fu Ran turned around and walked forward slowly.

Ming Rong looked away thoughtfully, and pushed Ming Chengyou to the other side.