Scum attack, your father is here!

"Shhh..."

The small sound of the milk was hidden in the faint shadow, and it was hard to hear clearly, but Chu Queze could feel the scorching heat sprayed in his ears when Ji An breathed, like the wind blowing in the face at the end of spring, bringing With a little softness and warmth:

"Mother........"

Ji'an called Chu Queze's name, his black eyes gleamed with a glassy luster, shook his little fleshy hand, stretched out his palm, covered Chu Queze's lips, and whispered:

"Mom, don't talk nonsense...."

Chu Queze was stunned, and even suspected that he hadn't heard Ji'an's words clearly, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes: "...what?"

"Mom, don't talk nonsense."

Ji'an tried his best to shake his short hand, as if gesticulating, like a shaking little penguin. After a while, he lay on Chu Queze's neck again, and stretched out his fingertips to pick a red mole on Chu Queze's neck. , sad and a little downcast:

"I don't want you and Dad to die."

"Ji'an is an orphan without parents."

Ji'an was a little sad, lying on Chu Queze's shoulder, tears fell patter, soaking Chu Queze's collar, sobbing muffledly:

"Ji'an...Ji'an doesn't want to be an orphan."

"........."

Chu Queze stared at Ji'an's red nose from crying, the cold smile on his face faded away like a tide, as if he had reacted suddenly, his expression changed from dazed to flustered, he hugged the crying Ji'an at a loss, I didn't know what to do for a while, so I could only walk to the chair in the corridor and sit down, holding Ji'an's little face in my palm, slowly wiped Ji'an's tears away with my fingertips, and coaxed awkwardly:

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything, I was wrong, okay?"

"..." Ji'an raised his tearful eyes, wiped away the tears indiscriminately, and stretched out his hand to hug Chu Queze, with a soft and wronged voice:

"Then mom save dad, okay? Ji'an don't want to be an orphan."

"..." Chu Queze slowly hugged the fragrant and soft snow dumpling in his arms, paused, and did not speak.

"Ji'an will protect mother." Ji'an raised his head, spoke with tears in his eyes, waved his round fist angrily, and made a beating gesture, then looked at Chu Queze with tears in his eyes, It's very similar to the poor emoji in □□: "The bad guy was chased away by Ji'an, mother, don't be wronged, don't want to die, isn't it good?"

Chu Queze was stunned, and after a long time, he touched Ji'an's little head, his expression was unpredictable, and he said slowly:

"it is good."

How can I feel that others are bullying me, so I am so stupid that I want to use my own strength to protect me......

"I was joking just now." Chu Queze wanted to laugh and was moved, slowly tightened the strength of his arms, hugged Ji'an, who was hiccupping and teary-eyed, in his arms, took out a tissue to wipe his tears, My heart is a little soft:

"Don't cry, I was just joking."

"..." Ji'an heard the words, and then laughed through his tears. He looked at the traces of Chu Keze's clothes that had been wet with tears when he was crying just now, and stretched out his hands clumsily, Tried to wipe it off.

"It's okay, I'll do it in a while." Chu Jueze hugged Ji'an tightly, stood up and gently patted Ji'an's back with his palm, shaking as he walked, as if coaxing a child:

"Stop crying, my dear."

"..." Following Chu Queze's gentle words and gentle movements, Ji'an seemed to return to the mother's womb inexplicably, and felt a sense of security mixed with warmth rushing to her heart. So much so that he couldn't help but yelled, and fell asleep tightly on Chu Queze's shoulder.

".....Do you have a split personality? I suggest you take a look." Qi Qingyun looked at Chu Queze's behavior that seemed to be split just now and now, with a very sincere expression:

"Early detection, early treatment."

"..." If Chu Queze hadn't known Qi Qingyun for a long time, Chu Queze would really have wondered if Qi Qingyun was mocking him.

He thought for a while, then turned around, hugged Ji'an and smiled at Qi Qingyun:

"Thank you, I'll think about it."

"I'm going back first. You take care of Ji'an first. After contacting Shen Shu, match the genes of Youshou with the genes in the bone marrow bank, and then tell me the result."

After finishing speaking, Qi Qingyun raised her head, paused, thought for a long time, then slowly pinched her fingertips into her palm, her voice was solemn:

"Whatever the outcome, please let me know."

His voice was not high, but with firmness that could not be ignored, the last ray of the setting sun disappeared under his feet, and the thick night engulfed his whole figure like a black mist, his outline was blurred like a lonely plant Black bamboo:

"I'll try again."

"..." Chu Queze looked at Qi Qingyun's tall and slender young figure, and suddenly said:

"Uncle Qi, do you hate me?"

His tone was very slow, hesitant at first, and then gradually turned into affirmation: "I'm a pervert, I have dark thoughts in my head every day, do you think people like me shouldn't like Shangsui? Because I His liking can only bring him disaster, just like today."

Chu Queze labeled himself a pervert without hesitation, and it seemed that even he himself accepted this fact with peace of mind.

"...I like this, but I can't really say what I should or should not do." Qi Qingyun rubbed her temples wearily:

"It's just that people think too much now and want to be considerate too much, so they have the idea of ​​whether they deserve it or not."

“It’s too simple to like a person’s face, liking someone’s social status is also liking, appreciating the added value he brings is also liking, liking this kind of thing doesn’t stick to a person, it’s just a matter of personal aesthetics , In fact, there is nothing to criticize. But in a universal sense, if liking that person can make you develop a positive and healthy attitude, this is a good relationship.”

"Xiao Chu, reflect on yourself."

Qi Qingyun patted Chu Queze's shoulder, looked down at Ji'an in his arms, paused, and said in a low voice:

"Set a good example for your kids, okay?"

After finishing speaking, Qi Qingyun didn't care about Chu Queze's expression at this time, she just raised her foot, turned and left.

Back in the ward, Qi Yousui had woken up from a coma, leaning against the head of the bed, looking up at Zhong Xuejin peeling apples for him.

"I'm back." What did the doctor and Qi Qingyun say, Zhong Xuejin didn't ask any more questions after all, the husband and wife knew this matter well, after saying this, they looked at each other for a while, Relatively speechless, I don't know how to say the next sentence.

"Have you eaten yet?" After a while, it was Qi Qingyun who took the initiative to break the silence.

He stood at the door for a while, and felt a little heat belatedly, only to realize that summer has completely arrived, subconsciously walked to Qi Yousui, turned on the air conditioner, and touched Qi Yousui's forehead with his palm:

"Is it hot?"

"It's okay." Qi Yousui didn't know why, and subconsciously glanced outside the door until he felt that there was no one outside, then he slowly looked away, raised his head and rubbed his father's palm, and said softly: " hungry."

"I asked Mama Wu to cook and bring it over. Your dad doesn't have to cook himself tonight."

As soon as Zhong Xuejin finished speaking, Mama Wu and the driver arrived. They removed the cold lunch at noon in a well-trained manner and put hot one on, and then retreated silently.

"Mom and Dad, isn't it midsummer soon?" With internal bleeding, Qi Yousui couldn't eat more and more recently, so he put down his chopsticks after taking a few bites.

He seemed to be aware that his life was dying, and when he looked up at the green leaves outside the window, a trace of trance flashed across his face, and he suddenly smiled and said:

"It seemed to be the end of summer when my dad and I first met."

Qi Qingyun didn't know why Qi Yousui suddenly mentioned the first meeting between the two, after deliberating for a while, Fang said slowly:

"Yeah, the end of August, it seems to be your birthday."

"Hmm." Hearing this, Qi Yousui stared at the repeatedly swaying tree shadows outside the window, squinted his eyes slightly, a little blood suddenly appeared on his pale face, the corners of his mouth curled up a little, but fell down quickly, After a while, he lowered his head and twisted the hem of the clothes with his fingertips.

Qi Qingyun and Zhong Xuejin looked at each other, not knowing what their son wanted to say, they kept silent tacitly, and patiently waited for Qi Yousui to finish thinking.

Qi Yousui thought for a long time in a quiet and almost silent thinking process, and only after a while did he make up his mind. He raised his head, uttered clear syllables word by word, and slowly put forward an unexpected request:

"Dad, can you... give me an early 17th birthday?"

If Chu Queze can't find a suitable bone marrow, then Qi Yousui may not be able to survive this summer.

Qi Yousui knows his body better than anyone else. He has already turned from a small-scale bleeding to a large-scale internal bleeding. Every time he breathes, he feels that every ounce of strength in his body is slowly passing away, and sometimes he even feels lifted. Eyes and eyes are very tired, I wish I could close my eyes and fall asleep, and never wake up again.

Even if Qi Qingyun didn't say anything, he knew that...his time was running out.

"Want to celebrate your 17th birthday earlier?" Qi Qingyun was startled, and after a while, she understood Qi Yousui's true thoughts.

He put down the chopsticks, didn't touch them for a while, paused, and slowly pulled Zhong Xuejin, who had a frozen expression, into his arms, and used this movement to block Zhong Xuejin's tears, trying to make his expression as relaxed as possible:

"Okay, when do you want to live? What kind of cake do you want to eat?"

He only asked Qi Yousui what kind of cake he wanted to eat, but he didn't know why he wanted to celebrate his birthday early.

"I want to eat something made by my father." Qi Yousui didn't explain the reason, and glanced at Qi Qingyun and Zhong Xuejin one by one, and smiled after a while, with a weak voice, tacitly said:

"Is it okay to eat like the last time our family ate together?"

........

Because Qi Yousui wanted to eat cakes, Qi Qingyun and Zhong Xue tried their best to discuss for a few days, and probably set the time for the weekend, when both of them were on vacation.

After settling the school and the company, Qi Qingyun took Zhong Xue back to Zhong's house, just in time to see Zhong Yurong coming out of the gate with a face full of helplessness.

"Brother, what's the matter?" Qi Qingyun stepped forward with Zhong Xuejin in his arms, and subconsciously asked:

"Has something happened to the company?"

When Zhong Xuejin heard this guess, she was a little nervous. After struggling for half a second, she hesitated and said:

"Brother, do you want... I go to the company to help you?"

"It's okay, I can handle it alone." Zhong Yurong knew that Zhong Xuejin was only thinking about his son now, and forcibly arranging him to the company would be bad for both mother and son, so she refused.

He sighed, and when his eyes fell on Zhong Xuejin's face, his usual cold and tense expression relaxed for a moment, although it was only a little bit, like an iceberg cracked a crack, after several hesitation, he said:

"I'm mostly worried about Dad."

"Dad's body?" Qi Qingyun thought of Zhong Zhichun's coronary heart disease, her heart skipped a beat, and she asked tentatively:

"He will not........?"

"That's not true." As soon as Zhong Yurong saw Qi Qingyun and Zhong Xuejin's dignified expressions, he knew what the two couples were thinking about, and tried to pretend to be relaxed, and waved his hands:

"Although the old man is sick now, he still has the strength to beat me, so he won't die now."

"Then...?" Qi Qingyun raised her eyebrows in confusion: "Then why do you look unhappy?"

"It's not because of your son." Zhong Yurong turned his head weakly and sighed:

"The old man knows that the domestic bone marrow bank can't be matched, and the medicine is not good to eat. He also refuses to do the inspection that should be done. He suffered from insomnia for several nights. Today, he heard that Shen Shu had something to go back to the country. It was early this morning. I'm going to find Shen Shu."

"I don't know what the two of them were talking about. Anyway, when I came out, I've never seen the old man's face so suffocated. He almost rolled his eyes and got angry. The conversation must have collapsed."

"...Dad actually went to find Shen Shu for You Sui?"

Zhong Xue heard the words, and her eyes widened in astonishment: "Isn't he......"

"No matter what, You Sui is the only grandson of his old man."

Zhong Yurong gave a wry smile: "The old man has been proud and stubborn all his life. When he was young, others held a gun to his head and stuck his neck to refuse to admit defeat. At the end of the day, he finally accepted his fate and bowed his head to beg someone."

"......" Zhong Xuejin's eyes were red, she lowered her head helplessly, kicked the floor with her toes, and didn't speak for a long time.

"...Dad is like this, his mouth is harder than his heart." Zhong Yurong touched his brother's hairy head, and sighed:

"But it's okay. Everything will be fine. Be good. Dad will feel better when he sees you happy. Do you know that?"

"There is an old age disease, all of us are trying to figure out a way, don't carry it yourself, huh?"

Zhong Yurong patted his silly brother's face, then turned around and smiled at Qi Qingyun:

"You take good care of my younger brother and my eldest nephew. I'll go back to the company first, and contact me again if necessary."

"Also, Xia Xingfei said... If necessary, he can call on fans to participate in the bone marrow match."

Zhong Yurong thought of something, turned around and stopped, hesitating for a moment: "But I don't know if this will work......"

"Forget it, this kind of thing is better purely voluntary."

Although Qi Qingyun was very anxious, she was calmer than Zhong Yurong and the others. She grabbed Zhong Yurong's shoulder, pressed it firmly, and said in a low voice:

"Besides, you and your sister-in-law haven't planned to make it public yet. Once the identity of You Sui is exposed, fans will follow the clues to investigate, and the relationship between the two of you will not be able to be concealed."

Too many people's interests and careers are involved in it, Qi Qingyun dare not bet on other people's fate casually.

"......" Zhong Yurong was speechless when he heard the words.

"Okay, don't think too much, I will take care of this matter." Qi Qingyun raised her head, pretending to smile relaxedly:

"I've already found a good candidate. Please let Dad rest assured and cooperate with the treatment. Our family can't cure one and then get sick."

"...Are you serious?" Zhong Yurong glanced at Qi Qingyun in surprise, in disbelief:

"Have you actually found a candidate for bone marrow donation? How old? Where is it appropriate? Is there a genetic disease in the blood?"

"...No, very healthy child."

Qi Qingyun planned to make up someone to perfunctory her, "Don't worry."

"..." Zhong Yurong stared at Qi Qingyun's eyes that didn't seem to be fake, and was a little puzzled. After hesitating for a long time, he still believed that Qi Qingyun's idea had the upper hand. Little did not do it, and after a while, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and his tone became lighter, as if he had removed a big stone in his heart:

"That's fine, I'll wait for your good news."

"Okay." Qi Qingyun smiled, and changed the subject calmly:

"My son said he wanted to eat cake, so I came back and made it. I'll be back to the hospital in a while, and I'll let you know if there's anything."

"Eat cake?" Zhong Yurong raised her eyebrows in surprise, she didn't know what she thought, and said with a casual smile: "This kid doesn't like birthdays, but he really cares about eating cakes. Knowing what he wished, I once asked him if he wanted a luxury car or something, he shook his head and wrote it down in his notebook mysteriously, no one was allowed to see it, and he didn’t know who it was from. habit of learning."

Zhong Yurong walked out while talking, looking at his watch:

"This kid has been suffering for 16 years. After this serious illness, you can ask him what he wants for his birthday this year. Even if he wants the stars in the sky, I will find a way to get them off for him."

"Okay, thank you brother."

There's no need for Qi Qing to be polite with Zhong Yurong on this matter, watching the other party leave, and only when the other party's car has completely disappeared from sight, then pulls Zhong Xuejin, who has red eyes, into the Zhong residence.

Mama Wu has already prepared all the things needed to make cakes. Qi Qingyun began to make cake embryos, and at the same time directed Zhong Xue to cut up the fruits. I messed myself up and cut my hands while cutting mangoes and strawberries.

"..." Seeing Zhong Xue's bewildered expression from the corner of her eyes, Qi Qingyun sighed fiercely, firmly grasped Zhong Xue's fingertips that were restlessly hidden behind her, and looked Glancing at the deep wound that was bleeding continuously, he took Zhong Xuejin's fingertips into his mouth, then took them out, and patted his waist:

"Go get the medicine box."

"...Okay." Zhong Xuejin retracted her fingertips, covered her forehead and turned around in the living room for a while, before turning around from her dizziness, she struggled to understand what Qi Qingyun meant.

"Yes, the medicine chest...the medicine chest...."

Zhong Xue remembered Qi Qingyun's advice, and suddenly realized that she was wandering around in the living room like a headless chicken, rummaging through boxes and boxes to find the medicine box.

After searching for a long time, Zhong Xue didn't even find half a shadow of the medicine box. She sat on the sofa and thought for a while, and suddenly remembered that she had specially prepared a medicine box in Qi Yousui's room. He stood up from the sofa and ran to Qi Yousui's room.

"Run slowly, don't fall."

Hearing Zhong Xuejin's movements, Qi Qingyun was a little worried about him, afraid that he would fall, and wanted to go out to have a look, but both hands were covered with cream, so she could only raise her voice to remind Zhong Xuejin: "Walk carefully! "

"understood!"

Zhong Xue ran upstairs, pushed open the door of Qi Yousui's room, and started looking for the medicine box from memory.

He bent down to search for a long time, and finally found the shadow of the medicine box in the cabinet on the right side of Qi Yousui's desk. He sat on the carpet and dragged the medicine box out with his head down.

However, at the moment when the medicine box was pulled out, Zhong Xuejin's hand accidentally touched the drawer under the desk. The drawer was broken because it had not been used for a long time. The locked things in the drawer were scattered on the ground, which made Zhong Xuejin stunned for a moment, and her whole body stiffened on the ground.

It's over, it seems to have broken something of my son......

Zhong Xuejin quickly stopped, threw the medicine box aside in a hurry, squatted down, and carefully picked up Qi Yousui's things bit by bit.

Pens...Photographs...Drawing.....

Zhong Xuejin didn't take it seriously at first, but the more he picked it up, the more he felt these things looked familiar.

Why are these things...... Seems like I've seen them before?

Doubt flooded the top of his head like a tide, Zhong Xuejin covered his frantically beating right eyelid, for some reason, the moment he saw these things, he felt a little uneasy.

He was simply too lazy to treat the wound, and sat cross-legged on the ground, slowly tidying up and looking at the things that fell out of Qi Yousui's drawer.

The pen is the pen that Qi Qingyun used to use in office during his lifetime; the photo is a photo of Qi Qingyun and herself.

It turned out that the son had been secretly keeping his and Ajun's belongings?

Seeing this, Zhong Xue couldn't help but continue to scroll down in doubt until she found the stack of paintings at the bottom.

The fine brushwork in this painting ranges from colored brushes, sketches, to Chinese style oil paintings and ink paintings. The styles of the paintings are varied, from childish to mature, but no matter how many years of tempering, the paintings are without exception, Qi Qingyun and The appearance of Zhong Xuejin.

In front of the two, there is a drawing of a child. Every year, the child grows up and finally becomes Qi Yousui. Standing behind Qi Qingyun and Zhong Xuejin, the family of three are full of smiles, very similar happy family.

Zhong Xuejin looked at Qi Yousui's stick figure in kindergarten. Although it was simple, the style of the painting was round and cute. It seemed that Zhong Xuejin loved her son who had a filter, so she couldn't help letting go of the confusion in her heart and began to giggle stand up.

Reluctantly turning to the end, Zhong Xuejin's fingertips touched a cartoon notebook. Zhong Xuejin thought it was Qi Yousui's drawing book. What, I didn't expect that the moment Zhong Xue saw the first line of words above, Zhong Xue made a "buzz" in her brain, and suddenly became blank, and even the expression on her face froze suddenly, her smile seemed to have encountered cold The air, like ice, stagnates on the face inch by inch.

This is.......

After Zhong Xue tried her best to exercise her rationality and slowly understood the meaning in the notebook, her wrists began to tremble uncontrollably, and her pupils widened slightly in disbelief, like a precursor to an illness.Suddenly, he flipped back like crazy, ignoring the blood stains left on the paper by his bleeding fingertips, and finally discovered in horror that the handwriting on the notebook changed from clumsy to elegant, and gradually changed over time. Development changes, but only that line.

For ten years, nothing has changed......

downstairs.

After Qi Qingyun finished making the cake, seeing that Zhong Xuejin hadn't come downstairs for so long, she couldn't help feeling a little worried.

He dried his hands, and called Zhong Xuejin's name in the living room, but he didn't get the answer as expected, so he couldn't help feeling a little puzzled.

After thinking about it, Qi Qingyun was a little worried and decided to go up and have a look.

He walked up the stairs with his ears pricked up, listening to the movement in the room quietly, and when he opened the door to look in, he found Zhong Xuejin sitting on a pile of paper fingertips, facing the wall in a daze, The whole person's pupils were dilated, and he sat helplessly on the ground, as if after experiencing an extreme emotional outburst, he returned to dead silence.

Qi Qingyun couldn't help but her heart tightened. When she thought of Zhong Xuejin's illness, she hurriedly opened the door and ran in. Putting her arms on Zhong Xuejin's shoulders, she asked him in a deep voice:

"what happened?"

What stimulated you?

Zhong Xuejin raised her head, and through the hazy time, Qi Qingyun could clearly see the transparent tear stains on Zhong Xuejin's face. With tears hanging on his face, he hugged Zhong Xuejin into his arms, like coaxing a child, slowly patted Zhong Xuejin on the back, and whispered softly:

"What's wrong, crying like this?"

"Ajun, our son is going to die..."

Zhong Xuejin buried her face on Qi Qingyun's shoulder, holding Qi Qingyun's phalanx and trembling slightly, her strength was so strong that she almost turned white, her voice was a little choked and sobbing, almost breaking her heart from crying:

"My son is dying..."

"...How could you have such an idea." Qi Qingyun frowned, patted the back of Zhong Xuejin's head, and comforted softly: "No, I will find a way, trust me, OK?"

Zhong Xue didn't speak at all, just shook her head vigorously, and the other one was tightly clutching a cartoon notebook, which was still stained with residual blood from his fingertips.

When Qi Qingyun's eyes fell on the blood on the notebook, his eyes froze for a moment. He wanted to pick up Zhong Xuejin's hand to check the situation, but unexpectedly, the moment he picked up Zhong Xuejin's hand, Zhong Xuejin The cartoon notebook in her hand fell into Qi Qingyun's arms and scattered away.

What is this?

Qi Qingyun hadn't reacted yet, but the corners of his eyes moved down, but he caught off guard and saw the words on the first page of the notebook, which made him completely stunned on the spot:

"The birthday wish of the four-year-old is to hope that my father will come back to life."

The pages of the book were still stained with blood and dried tears, and when the wind that slipped in through the French windows opened, they turned back with a clatter, neatly recording all the immature and sincere thoughts of the writer:

"My five-year-old birthday wish is for my father to come back to life."

"The six-year-old birthday wish is to hope that my father will come back to life."

"The seventh-year-old birthday wish is to hope that my father will come back to life."

............

"The ninth birthday wish is to hope that my father and mother will come back to life."

At the end of this line, the person who wrote it seemed to have hesitated for a long time, and the ballpoint pen left a large pool of black ink on the page, and finally wrote a crooked sentence:

"If my parents can live again, I would trade my life for theirs, and only live until the summer when I was 16."

When Qi Qingyun saw this, he was stunned. He didn't know what expression to put on, and he even forgot to breathe.He only felt that the sound of the beating heartbeat could break the eardrums, and he flipped the pages hastily and mechanically. He found that the more he wrote, the more firm and clear the outline of the words and sentences became, and he kept repeating a sentence:

"My birthday wish at the age of ten is to hope that my father and mother will come back to life."

"If my parents can live again, I would trade my life for theirs, and only live until the summer when I was 16."

......Until his 16th birthday, Qi Youxuan had the same birthday wish——

Hope mom and dad come back to life, for this reason, he is willing to only live until the summer of 16 years old.

Only live until the summer of 16 years......

Qi Yousui didn't have any ability to make wishes come true, otherwise, Qi Qingyun would have been reborn when he made his first wish.But Qi Yousui, knowing that he is a completely ordinary person, still relied on his meager expectations and ridiculous innocence, and stubbornly made repeated promises on his birthday that seemed impossible to come true. wish, and even naively wanted to exchange his own life for the lives of his parents.

However, now, Qi Qingyun and Zhong Xuejin were reborn unexpectedly, while Qi Yousui unexpectedly suffered from acute aplastic anemia.

This is not a cycle of cause and effect. Everything can only be attributed to the mistakes of the world and the impermanence of life.

impermanence of life.........

Qi Qingyun clenched the notebook tightly, hot tears suddenly fell down the moment he closed his eyes, the new tear stains on the book overlapped with the old tear stains, the light and shadow that spanned more than ten years overlapped, Qi Qiyun was in a trance It seems to see a little snow dumpling, from babbling to steady and mature, growing up slowly, but still year after year, lying on the table, writing down the humble wish that is almost impossible to realize.

"In the summer of 16, my wish came true in an incredible way. Because I don't have any ability to make wishes come true, I know that all this is just a pure coincidence. But starting today, I actually, for the first time Be grateful for the world."

"I am very satisfied to see my parents again. If it is really unfortunate, I can only live through the summer of 16 years. I don't regret it, but I still feel very lucky."

"But I'm still greedy. Now, I just hope and hope that time will pass slower, slower, and give me more time with them so that I can spend more time with them. Take a look at them."

At the end of the diary, there were bloodstains on the white paper, which were randomly erased by Qi Yousui. In the end, only a small sentence was left in the corner where he could write, which was almost unclear:

"I hope that after I leave, Mom and Dad can have a younger brother later. My younger brother must not be cuter than me, but he must be more filial than me."

"Chu Queze lives a good life, studies hard, and then... meets someone better than me in the future. Grandpa's health will get better soon, and uncle and aunt can get married smoothly."

"I hope everyone will be fine, so it doesn't matter if I'm the only one who is not good."

Seeing the end, Qi Qingyun couldn't hold back his tears anymore. He covered his hot eye sockets and made a breathy voice. In the end, he didn't know whether to cry or laugh. His voice was broken and hoarse, almost choked and unspeakable:

"Silly son......"

Why make such a wish....

"Jingle Bell--"

The cell phone rang suddenly, breaking the dullness of the room.

Qi Qingyun covered the corners of her tearful eyes, and after a while, she slowly recovered from her sadness, stretched out her hand, swiped on the phone screen, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Hey?"

"Uncle Qi, it's me."

Chu Queze's voice was a bit noisy, but he quickly turned around a corridor, as if avoiding the sound of crackling and falling things, two breathing sounds, one heavy and one light, sounded through the current, haunting Ji'an in a low voice. Asked if it hurts, but was quickly comforted by Chu Queze's small noise:

"I have already persuaded my adoptive father to give us the fastest procedure and finished the bone marrow gene matching."

"Persuasion?" Qi Qingyun expressed doubts about the result, and after a while, suppressed the hoarseness in her voice, and tried to change into a normal tone: "Didn't he just reject Mr. Zhong?"

"...I have my own way, you don't need to worry."

Chu Queze's voice was very low, shaking his head to signal Ji'an not to worry about his injury.

"What's the result?"

Qi Qingyun only cared about the result. After listening to Chu Queze's words, her heart was already in her throat, and she didn't feel how urgent her voice was, so she asked solemnly:

"How about the matching result?"