night fire

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Two dishes and one soup were quickly placed on the table. The soup was very fragrant, and the two stir-fried dishes also looked good.

Zhao Qiyan was a little startled when he was invited to eat, he really didn't know that Zhao Yan could cook by himself.

Zhao Yan didn't know much about cooking before, but she is good at making soup. I don't know where the talent came from.Zhao Qiyan also asked about it when she was a child. At that time, Zhao Yan proudly said that it was a secret, but Mr. Zhang Fugang mercilessly exposed her one time, saying that it was just because she hid a beautiful soup cookbook.

Ms. Zhao Yan, who claims to be very talented, has never used books and the Internet, and is especially admired by her two sons. She was so angry that her old background was exposed all of a sudden, and she inevitably wanted to "hands and feet" Comrade Zhang Fugang, and carried out the principle of being afraid of his wife to the end. Comrade Zhang Fugang will never resist, at most he pretends to be painful and asks Ms. Zhao Yan to take it easy.

At this time, he was completely lacking in his usual awe-inspiring appearance in front of his subordinates, and he was far from the image of the police chief who was resolute in the hearts of the fugitives.But it was Zhao Qiyan's impression of his father's appearance,

Zhang Zhiyan, who was only a primary school student at that time, had already seen through the nature of the flirting between the two, and while spurning the two in his heart, he went to feed his younger brother.

Zhao Qiyan was too small and short at that time, he couldn't even reach the buttons of the rice cooker, so Zhang Zhiyan always took care of everything for him, including serving rice, which required a height of more than 1.5 meters.

He said that when he gets old, it will be Zhao Qiyan's turn to help him.

But later Zhao Qiyan grew taller, but he went to study. When Zhao Qiyan also studied, he graduated. Before Zhao Qiyan could graduate from high school, he fell down.

Sleep for three years.

Zhao Qiyan failed to serve his brother a bowl of rice as he promised when he was a child.

Because Zhang Zhiyan doesn't need to eat anymore - he can't eat anymore, even if he takes a sip of water.

He relies on the nutrient solution in the infusion bottle to maintain his life, day by day, I don't know when.

Zhao Yan took off her apron and hurried in the white air from the food.

"You eat first, I'll go to the hospital."

Zhao Qiyan put down the hand holding the chopsticks, and the sound of the wooden chopsticks resting on the edge of the bowl was crisp and audible.

"Mom," he stood up, "I'll go with you."

Zhao Yan rejected him without even thinking about it.

Zhao Qiyan pretended he didn't hear it, and went straight to the door to change his shoes, as if determined to go out.

"Put on your coat." Zhao Yan finally compromised.

The mother and son went out together.

This season is not too warm, and Zhao Qiyan didn't bring any thick clothes back, and his lips turned pale after walking a few steps.After Zhao Yan noticed it, she insisted on giving him her gloves. He shied away a few words, but was finally defeated by Zhao Yan's slightly reproachful eyes.

"Why don't you always dress well?"

Zhao Qiyan didn't speak, and walked slowly behind to put on the gloves, then walked a few steps quickly to catch up with Zhao Yan, held Zhao Yan's hand that was not holding anything, put it in his pocket and warmed it with his hand.

"Is that okay?"

Zhao Yan struggled for a while but didn't get rid of it, so she didn't say anything else.

The mother and son walked to the hospital side by side.

The distance is obviously not far, but it feels extraordinarily long.

Zhao Yan was familiar with the way, but it was the first time for Zhao Qiyan, but she fell a few steps behind Zhao Yan and almost went to the emergency department.

It was Zhao Yan who turned around and found that her son was gone, and hurriedly found him around the corner.

Zhao Qiyan stood at the top of the stairs, at a loss for what to do. Fortunately, he squatted on the side so as not to block the way of others. The hair on his forehead covered his eyebrows and eyes. He folded his arms and bowed his head like a child who couldn't find his parents.

Zhao Yan's heart softened all of a sudden, and her angry and impatient face softened.

"How did you get here?"

Zhao Qiyan saw her standing up suddenly, but she lost her balance and almost fell down.

She held him up and helped him straighten out the wrinkles in his clothes.

Then I asked him, "How did you get here?"

Zhao Qiyan kept his mouth shut and did not speak, but silently or even obediently lowered his head, and let Zhao Yan help him straighten the collar around his neck.

How would he tell Zhao Yan, Zhao Qiyan thought, should he tell her that he only remembered the first and only time he came to the hospital to see Zhang Zhiyan, and it was in the emergency department?

In such a dark night, only this department is still lit.

Of all the places, only here could he find his brother.

His brother, covered in blood, seemed to have returned from hell.

Zhao Yan didn't let him into the ward—he couldn't get in himself, and when he reached the door, he couldn't move his legs.

Perhaps from the very beginning, he never thought about going to see Zhang Zhiyan again.

He just wanted to be closer to him.

After Zhao Yan pushed open the door of the ward and entered, he consciously sat on the bench by the door, leaning against the cold white wall.

It's really cold this day, I don't know if Zhang Zhiyan will be cold.

When he was leaving, he took a look outside the door. Lu Zhan took good care of Zhang Zhiyan, the best ward and the most advanced medical facilities, and even the flowers in the vases were so bright and eye-catching.

Lying on the hospital bed, Zhang Zhiyan even had his hair carefully groomed, his face was ruddy, as if he was just asleep.

Zhao Qiyan even had the illusion that Zhang Zhiyan would open his eyes the next second and ask him why he was wearing so little.

His heart moved, and he stopped.

Zhao Yan turned her head belatedly, expressing her doubts with her eyes.

Zhao Qiyan took off the gloves, walked up to Zhao Yan and put them on for her, lowered his eyes, and said, "Mom, I'll stay with you in bed for a few days."

The emergency lights in the corridor turned on and off, Zhao Yan closed her eyes tiredly, and said, "Then I'll bring your luggage over tomorrow."

"Ah."

He looked at Zhao Yan and said softly, "Thank you."

The author has something to say:

Yanyan stay with brother, you are growing up, but he has gray hair in deep sleep