My reunion with you is a belated confession

In the ward, Grandpa Feng was wearing oxygen and was still in a coma.

"He Mingsheng, go and see if Gao An is back. I'll be anxious if he doesn't see him when he comes back." Xing Heng sat by the bed, looked at Grandpa Feng, and said nothing else.

He Mingsheng understood, how could he not understand, just now Gao Anming just wanted to give the two of them a chance to be alone, how could Xingheng not understand, so now let him go out to find Gao An, obviously because he wants to be alone with Grandpa Feng for a while .

"Okay, I'll bring you something to eat. You haven't eaten all day." He Mingsheng said softly.

Xingheng nodded.

He Mingsheng looked at Xingheng's back, didn't speak, just stood there and looked at it quietly for a while, then went out.

Xing Heng waited for He Mingsheng to go out before turning his head to look at the place where He Mingsheng had just gone out.His gaze was a bit deep, and he could feel that He Mingsheng actually had something to say to him, but for some reason, he kept hesitating.

At first he thought it was Grandpa Feng's matter, but later he discovered that this was not the only matter in He Mingsheng's heart.

Xingheng withdrew his gaze and looked at Grandpa Feng on the bed, feeling very sad.

Grandpa Feng has a mole on the right chin, but it is different from other people's. It looks a bit protruding. He once joked that if Grandpa Feng was a woman, he would be no different from the matchmaker in the early years.At that time, Grandpa Feng taught him a lesson, threatening him not to eat meat at night.

Thinking about the past, Xingheng's throat tightened unconsciously and his eyes were sour. He couldn't tell what he was sad about, but he just felt that he might not meet such a good family member as Grandpa Feng in the future.

"Grandpa, I'm very sad. I don't know who I should talk to about these crap things, but he's stuck in my throat like a thorn, and I can't even breathe normally." Xingheng said , tears fell down.

He stretched out his hand and scratched the throat, trying to breathe easier, as if in this way, the thorns stuck in the throat could be swallowed along with his saliva.

"Grandpa, I like He Mingsheng very much, I like it very much." Xingheng said, taking Grandpa Feng's hand outside the quilt, stroking the blood vessels and thin fingers on it, his voice choked: "But, I'm so scared now , I feel like I have lost the original indomitable spirit, not because I don’t love or like it anymore, it’s like I suddenly lost my courage. Grandpa, I don’t know what I’m going to do..."

Time passed minute by minute, and the ward was surprisingly quiet, Xingheng just squatted in front of Feng Jin's hospital bed, holding the hand outside the quilt and putting it on his forehead in a daze.

A sudden rustling interrupted Xingheng's trance.

The moment he looked up, Xingheng saw Grandpa Feng raised his left hand, as if he wanted to stroke his head, but due to physical reasons, he finally stayed in mid-air, paused for a while, saw Xingheng raised his head, and got up, so he gave up.

Xingheng quickly took Feng Jin's hand that had just dropped, and said incoherently: "Grandpa, are you awake? Do you want me to call the doctor?" He thumped himself on the head, blaming himself for the redundant question: "I should call the doctor." Doctor, by the way, do you still have any discomfort?"

Grandpa Feng didn't answer a series of questions. He just blinked his eyes and moved his mouth, but he didn't say a word.

The old man tried hard several times, and finally gave up after sobbing a few times. He didn't understand why it couldn't happen. Feng Jin looked at Xingheng, and raised his left hand to signal Xingheng to sit down.

Only then did Xingheng notice that Grandpa Feng's right hand hadn't moved since he woke up.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with your hand? Is it still uncomfortable? I called the doctor, and He Mingsheng will be back soon." Xingheng said, as if he was about to ring the bedside bell.

As soon as Xingheng reached the bedside, Grandpa Feng raised his hand to stop him, and waved his left hand, motioning for Xingheng to sit beside him.Seeing Grandpa Feng's series of movements, Xingheng remembered that He Mingsheng said that Grandpa Feng had a stroke.

He has never been in contact with reality, and he is a little at a loss.

Following Grandpa Feng's instructions, Xingheng walked to the left side of the bed and sat down. He felt that Grandpa Feng pulled his hand with some difficulty, and put his hand on it voluntarily.

Feng Jin took Xingheng's hand, whimpered a few more times, gave up without saying a word, and looked towards the door.

Xingheng thought it was Grandpa Feng who wanted to see He Mingsheng, so he took the initiative and said: "Grandpa, He Mingsheng will be back later, if you want to see him now, I will call him."

Upon hearing this, Grandpa Feng waved his left hand, obviously refusing.

Feng Jin tightly clenched the hand in his left hand, then loosened it a little, and wrote on his palm tremblingly: I am not looking for Xiao Sheng, he will be sad to see me, he is a good boy, look at me like this now , will feel guilty.

Grandpa Feng's words were laborious to write, but fortunately, because of the work he had done when he was young, except for the longer time, the meaning of the old man's expression was very clear.

"Grandpa, He Mingsheng loves you very much. You have taken care of him for so many years. Now that you are sick, he will definitely be very sad." Xingheng said looking at Grandpa Feng's trembling hands.

[Xiao Xing, Grandpa heard what you just said.I like it, I love it, and I can't bear to be together for the rest of my life. ] After Grandpa Feng wrote this sentence in the palm of his hand, he put it down, as if he was extremely tired.

Grandpa Feng was paralyzed on the right side of his body and lost his speech function.

Xingheng's eyes kept staring at the old man's hanging hand, and tears flowed down unconsciously again.

Grandpa Feng patted Xingheng's hand on the side of the bed, indicating that he was fine, and wrote a sentence with some effort: I am a burden, and Xiaosheng regards me as a responsibility, but Xiaosheng will be fine, you believe in grandpa.

Xingheng shook his head and wiped his nose, because of tears, his nose was uncontrollable.

"Grandpa, it's not just He Mingsheng, I only have you and He Mingsheng. When I grow up, the only family affection I feel is from you. He Mingsheng is also, he just doesn't understand, but he regrets it, and he has always had you It's planned in your own future." Xingheng trembled, because of crying and trembling shoulders, the ending sound also had some trills: "Grandpa, I beg you, please don't leave us, okay? If something happens to you, He Mingsheng will It's sad...I'm going to be sad too...I only have you..."

Xingheng was sobbing, as if he was going to finish all the words at once, he kept talking and talking, but there were those meanings left and right.

I don't know how long it has passed, Xingheng fell asleep lying on the bedside.

He was really tired, his cold hadn't recovered yet, he didn't eat much all day, he said he was tired, so he lay down on the bedside and fell asleep.

He Mingsheng stood outside the door, his eyes were a little dim, and he couldn't see any emotion. He just looked at the two people inside through the glass at the door of the ward.

The hand on the doorknob was clenched tightly. In fact, he had just arrived not long ago, and when he was about to enter the door, he only heard Xingheng's last few words.

It's just that when he saw Xingheng's appearance, his heart ached for no reason. Since he knew Xingheng, he rarely saw Xingheng like this, and he felt more and more that he couldn't take care of Xingheng well.

He Mingsheng frowned, and thought to himself: He Guoping, something like a vampire.