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"Liu Qijun..." Zheng Yuming suppressed his sobs, pinched the phone, showing a trace of vulnerability, "I miss you very much."

He is used to being cold-tempered, reserved and introverted, and rarely has such an exposed weakness.Liu Qijun lived with him for several months and hadn't seen him like this before, and his heart tightened in pain: "Is it hard? Tell me, don't hold it in your heart."

"My mother had an accident on the penultimate tour, and I couldn't go to the last one. The theater and the company were discussing compensation issues. I couldn't help, so I could only stop the company representatives from disturbing my mother's recuperation." Zheng Yuming He opened his mouth slowly, talking about what happened in the past few days, "My dad is communicating with them, but his art exhibition is coming soon, and the company disagrees with the temporary cancellation, and has been arguing for several days."

Zheng's mother's accident has not yet passed, and follow-up disputes have been put on the agenda. Perhaps there was a cordial greeting at the beginning, but when interests were involved, they began to shirk each other and discuss disputes.

Liu Qijun was going crazy with anger.

With Zheng Yuming's temperament, he hates this kind of benevolent but ruthless things the most, because his mother has not yet recovered from the pain of the accident, no wonder he is so strong and will call him to show his weakness.

He only hated that he wasn't there, otherwise these wrangling matters could be left to him to handle.

"My mother has been transferred to the general ward. For the past few days, two nurses and I have been guarding the hospital. The doctor said that if my mother doesn't cooperate with the treatment, her condition will deteriorate. I don't know how to persuade her." Zheng Yuming paused After a while, he continued, "I don't want her to go on like this, but she can't listen to anything...Qi Jun, I feel like I can't hold on any longer, what should I do?"

"You are too tired." Liu Qijun slowed down his voice, his heart hurt like a needle, "How long have you not slept? Since there is a nurse here, can you go to sleep? This way the mind will be clearer, and the human spirit will also It's better. How is Auntie's spirit now? Have you slept?"

"Sedated, sleeping." Zheng Yuming smiled wryly, "I can't sleep."

"Then you have to force yourself to take a break. It's good to lie down for a few hours with your eyes closed." Liu Qijun was anxious, but there was nothing he could do, "Well, your mother is awake, you give her the phone, and I'll help you Advise. Do you trust me?"

Zheng Yuming had no choice but to hear what he said, and felt that he could give it a try: "Okay then."

"Go and rest first, good boy." Liu Qijun coaxed him, "If you can't sleep, I'll tell you a story."

Zheng Yuming finally smiled a bit: "What stories can you tell?"

"What story do you want to hear?"

"You can do whatever you want." Zheng Yuming returned to the ward, glanced at his mother who was still sleeping, lying on the couch beside her, and said in a low voice, "Speak, I'll listen."

"Back to the ward?" Liu Qijun asked tentatively, and subconsciously lowered his voice, "Then stop talking, I'll tell a story, you listen."

"Ah."

He began to tell some fairy tales he didn't know where he heard them, and after telling a few, he found it meaningless, and then began to talk about homely things.Speaking of going to work these days and thinking about him in a trance, talking about parents visiting relatives from house to house in their hometown, grandparents and grandparents are old, saying that Zhou Han met a beautiful girl, and I don’t know if they can make a marriage, and talking about Liu Su and Zhang Tian's relationship has improved and he is preparing to take another set of wedding photos on his wedding anniversary next year...

He babbled about the people and things around him, and Zheng Yuming listened quietly.

When Liu Qijun lowered his voice, his voice was deep and sexy, especially at this time, he was always gentle, wishing to give him his heart, and it was even more mellow in his ears. His heart warmed when he heard it, and the strings that had been tense in his mind for several days gradually loosened. I fell asleep with my eyes closed.

He was still holding the phone in his hand, and it was placed next to his ear. The screen emitted a faint blue light, illuminating his haggard face with a gloomy look.

Liu Qijun's voice was faintly heard from the phone.

When Mama Zheng heard the sound, she slowly opened her eyes and sat up.Glancing at his son who was sleeping on the recliner next to him, his spirit, which had been in a trance for several days, gradually became clear.Looking at her son's pale and thin face, her heart suddenly ached.It was a little cold in the room, she picked up the quilt, supported the edge of the bed, leaned on crutches, and moved over with extreme discomfort, covering her son with the quilt.

Seeing that the phone was still on, she was about to take it to turn it off, but found that the phone showed that it was in a call.

Her legs were shaking a little, so she went back to the bed, put down her crutches, and listened to the earphones.

Liu Qijun was still talking endlessly, and his tone was full of tenderness and lovesickness. After speaking, he didn't hear Zheng Yuming's voice. He thought that the other party was preoccupied with his mother's affairs again, so he patiently persuaded him: "The elders are older Da Yue hopes that someone will hurt her, and your mother is the same. She is sick now, and it’s okay to lose her temper. Just be patient. If you can’t bear it, just call me. If you have any grievances in your heart, don’t talk to your parents Say, let the old man worry, tell me, and I will listen. You take time to rest while the nurse is here, and if you continue like this, you will have to live in another ward, do you know that the gain outweighs the gain? There is also..."

He doesn't think he's too long-winded when he's nagging, he always feels that there are endless things to say, and he's holding back in his heart these days, wishing he could pour them all out.He was just afraid that Zheng Yuming would be uneasy, he didn't dare to show his worry and anxiety, his tone was gentle, and his voice was almost hoarse when he said it, only then did he realize that he hadn't heard the other party's voice for a long time, so he asked, "Sleep?"

no answer.

He smiled wryly twice, and sighed lowly: "Finally sleep, have a good rest, good night."

Before he hung up the phone, Zheng's mother said: "Yu Ming is already asleep, I am his mother."

Liu Qijun was stunned for a moment, realized something, and greeted quickly: "Hello, auntie, I'm Liu Qijun, I talked to you on the phone last time. Are you feeling better? Yu Ming said that you haven't had a good rest recently."

"It's okay, I just woke up." Zheng's mother lowered her voice when she spoke, not wanting to disturb her son, "Sorry, I can't go back to China to see you."

"Auntie, what are you talking about? You can meet whenever you want. Your body is the most important." Liu Qijun paused, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "I heard from Yuming about your situation... how do you feel now? How's it going, are you feeling better?"

Zheng's mother couldn't help stabbing: "I lost a leg, do you think it's okay?" She was still emotionally unstable, facing Liu Qijun, knowing that he had nothing to do with this matter, but she couldn't help the resentment in her heart when she spoke.

Liu Qijun was silent for a moment, and said calmly: "It's good to be alive."

Zheng's mother choked up, her breathing fluctuated, and she didn't answer.

Liu Qijun sighed and persuaded: "Auntie, Yu Ming almost died of fright when he heard that you had an accident. I sent him to the airport, but his hands were shaking all the time, and he couldn't even hold the ticket firmly. I was afraid of you..."

He paused, concealed the rest of the words, and continued: "If you are alive, everything is possible. You can heal your injuries, you can use a cane if you lose your legs, you can sit in a wheelchair, you can install prosthetics... If you like dancing, you can do it in the dance hall." Continue to practice after recovery... Auntie, you can love dancing for decades, you must be more determined than others, have more tenacious perseverance than others, the world is impermanent, this is just a hurdle in life, just grit your teeth and cross it gone."

After hearing this, Mama Zheng smiled sadly: "Just? What have you experienced at such a young age, daring to tell me such a thing is just a hurdle? Who would not tell the truth, but you tell me how to get over it?!"

She would never be so unmannered, but Liu Qijun's consoling preaching made her heart ache, and her words lost their importance: "Do you know what the hurdles in life are? Do you know that some hurdles cannot be overcome no matter how hard you try? You What do you know, dare to say that you are not afraid of anything and can bear anything?"

Zheng Yuming was awakened by the sound, and in a daze for a moment, he saw his mother holding his mobile phone with tears streaming down his face, and shouting with a sad expression: "Is it just a leg that I lost? What I lost is my career, my dream, my dream, Is it easy to rehab? Is it easy to get back up? Is it easy to get back on stage? This leg...no matter what I do to it now, it doesn't respond at all! Not at all!"

She beat her unconscious leg like crazy, so frightened Zheng Yuming rushed over and stopped her hand: "Mom! What are you doing! Stop!"

Hearing the chaotic voice over there, Liu Qijun said in a deep voice: "Of course it's not easy, but it's not impossible. Auntie, are you going to be intimidated by this difficulty? You haven't tried it, how do you know you can't get over this hurdle? Have you tried your best?"

Zheng Yuming rang the bell to call the doctor, snatched the phone from his mother, and scolded: "Enough!"

Liu Qijun was frightened by his fierce tone, and immediately fell silent.

"Liu Qijun, that's enough." Zheng Yuming repeated, his voice still unable to hide his anger. He wanted to say something more, but his mother had already started to struggle, crying and punching her own leg.Ignoring the explanation, he hung up the phone and concentrated on helping the nurse comfort his mother.

"Mom, don't be like this...Nurse!"

"Tranquilizer! Hurry up!"

"Press her down!"

"Mom, what are you doing!"

"Family help hold your hand!"

There was chaos in the ward, and Zheng's mother threw out the crutch without looking at it, and pulled it to Zheng Yuming's chest, hitting his shoulder hard. After a hard bang, Zheng Yuming screamed in pain, and the ward fell silent.

The crutch fell to the ground, and the wood collided with the floor, making a crisp and heavy sound, which shook everyone's hearts.

Zheng's mother stared at him blankly, Zheng Yuming's originally pale face was even paler now, and his lips were even more bloodless. He was holding his chest and panting heavily, and cold sweat soon oozes from his forehead.

"Yu Ming..." Mother Zheng spoke softly, her voice trembling.

Zheng Yuming looked up at her, his glasses dropped a little, looking very embarrassed.There were tears in his eyes, his smile was bleak, but his tone was gentle: "Mom, I'm fine. Listen to the nurse, shall we get an injection first? Don't hurt yourself anymore."

Zheng's mother still stared at her blankly, and tears gradually came to her eyes.

Several nurses looked at each other for a moment, and decisively gave her a sedative.

Zheng Yuming pressed his chest, the pain made him gasp, and his shoulders also ached. He gritted his teeth, approached slowly, stretched out his arms to hold his mother in his arms, and patted her on the back: "It's okay." Now, mother. Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Mama Zheng buried her head in his chest, sobbing softly.

The days of parting were too long, and she hadn't felt her son's hug for a long time.At this moment, she is fragile and sad, and she still has some heartache and guilt, but she can only whimper and say: "I'm sorry, Yu Ming is sorry, mom just now..."

"It's okay, Mom, I'm okay..." Zheng Yuming tightened his arms, completely wrapped her in his arms, put his head on top of her head, comforted her gently, and even made a little joke like Liu Qijun's rogue, "Beautiful Ms. Li, why are you so thin? Your son will be so distressed."

Zheng's mother practiced dancing all the year round, and she was slender. Recently, due to illness and fatigue, she became thinner and thinner. It is indeed very distressing to be in his arms at this moment.She sniffled, touched her son's chest, caressed his shoulders distressedly, raised her face with red eyes, and forced the corners of her mouth: "It's obvious that your chest is too wide. Mom doesn't know, my son has already grown I have become a big man and can be relied on."