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As soon as An Yan arrived at the hospital, he was like a headless fly. He could only walk around the hospital in a panic. In the end, Qi Jingping asked An Yan at the nurse's desk and took An Yan's hand, which had no place to rest, to the ward.

Through the transparent glass of the door, An Yan could see the mother with tubes all over her body and the emaciated father lying on the mother's mouth.

It turned out that time not only changed his mentality, but also took away his healthy parents.

It was inconvenient for Qi Jingping to show up, so he took the backpack from An Yan's hand, handed him the supplements he had bought temporarily, pushed him to the door, tapped him a few times, and found a corner seat by himself.

This is not embarrassing, and An An can show up as soon as she needs it.

"dad."

When Father An heard the knock on the door, he pinched the quilt, walked over from the hospital bed lightly, and opened the door.

An Yan suppressed her crying, and softly called out to her father, who was already a head shorter than herself.

"Come in." After opening the door, Father An turned around and walked back, "Your mother is waiting for you."

It was only when she approached the hospital bed that she realized that the mother in her memory was no longer meticulous in her hair. Her snow-white hair was messy and scattered on the pillow, her eyes were sunken and she was staring hard at An Yan in front of the bed.

"mom."

Tears that could not be restrained slipped down from her chin and dripped on the back of An's mother's hand. She unconsciously raised her fingertips slightly.

"I'm back, the unfilial son An Yan is back to see you."

Hearing the word 'An Yan', An's mother felt something. She tried her best to lift her hand up and down to touch An Yan's hand. Tears rolled down from her dull eyes and wet the pillow towel along her temples.

An's mother seemed to have something to say, but she opened her mouth but couldn't make a big sound, her vitality was gradually fading away, An Yan leaned down to her son in a panic, trying to hear what she said clearly.

An Yan tried her best to listen, but couldn't hear anything. The more she couldn't hear, the more she panicked, with snot and tears dripping down the bed sheet.

"Your mother... her vocal cords have been cut, so she can't make a sound," An's father stood behind An Yan, watching the two mother and son looking at each other and crying, and thinking about the original decision, regret took over, " Your mother said you lost weight and grew taller."

"Mom, I don't hate you anymore. I miss you very much, and I think about it every day." The temperature of the hands he held gradually decreased, and An Yan was shaking uncontrollably, wanting to tell his mother what he hadn't said in the past few years.

The words that had been organized on the road turned into sobs.

"Mom, I really miss you."

"I was thinking of you on the park bench back then. You don't know how cold that night was, my body was cold and my heart was cold, but I slept through the night. When I woke up the next day, my whole body was sore, but I I can’t cry, because I swore that night that I will be strong enough to live alone in the future.”

"Later, every time the university was on vacation, my classmates went home, and I missed you too. I was awarded an outstanding graduate at the university graduation ceremony, and I needed my parents to come on stage to present awards to me. When the counselor asked me where my parents were, I could only lie and say that you were busy. In the end, the dean gave me the award, and while I was giving my acceptance speech, I was thinking about you, wondering if you would be proud of me when you found out."

"When I first started working, it was very difficult. The leader didn't like me, but I didn't have the ability to leave the job, so I suppressed my unhappiness and worked for two years. During those two years, I thought about you every day, wanted to complain to you, and told you, Your precious son is being bullied."

"Mom, I have a boyfriend. I know you think it's disgusting and embarrassing for me to like boys, but this is not something I can control. I realized it in junior high school, but I dare not tell you, because I I feel sick, I can't figure out why I'm different from everyone else, I try to get over it, try to like girls, try to ignore the throbbing in my body, but I fail."

"I'm so sorry to be discovered by you in such an embarrassing way. I was prepared to do my homework before I came out. Countless nights I wondered if I had made a mistake, would you try to accept me? , but that’s also thinking about it.”

"As much as I love you, I love him very much. He came with me this time. Without him, I don't know if I would have the courage to meet you. He was very good to me and made up for me. For all the regrets in my life, I have only dared to cry in front of him these years, but he never made me cry."

"I always thought I would be alone for the rest of my life, but I didn't expect to meet him. It was my luck."

I don't know when it started, the heartbeat has already returned to zero, but An Yan seems to be wound up, lying on An's mother's chest, breathing the last breath of her life, and uttering illogical sentences in his mouth. .

Father An couldn't help crying in the back, seeing that his wife's heartbeat had stopped, he went out and shouted silently, leaving the two of them with the last tender time.

In the end, when the doctor came in to deal with the funeral, An Yan was still lying on An's mother, unwilling to get up, like a spoiled child, but this time, no mother cared about his feelings.

Father An followed the doctor and left, leaving only An Yan staring at the empty room in a daze, his eyes were already red and swollen, and his mouth was covered with skin due to dehydration.

After saying what he wanted to say, the stone in An Yan's heart was gently let go.

The sound of footsteps came from behind, An Yan wiped away the last few tears, grinned the corner of her mouth and tried her best to show Qi Jingping a smile.

But laughing is uglier than crying.

Qi Jingping caressed An Yan's back, the warmth from his palm made An Yan's cold body feel that he was living in the world at this moment.

"Let's go, there are still a lot of funeral affairs to deal with."

Walking to the door, An Yan glanced back, wondering how long his mother lived in this ward, but it was the last place where she lived, An Yan remembered it in her heart, with thoughts and relief for her mother.

The cremation of the body, the holding of the funeral, the condolences in the mourning hall... everything is related to An Yan, but Qi Jingping is helping him.

When all the dust settled, Father An refused An Yan's request for some ashes, and mixed all the ashes into her favorite potting soil during her lifetime.

Although Father An refused the request to go back to Hangzhou with An Yan and the others, he agreed to visit them during the holidays.

It was past eight o'clock in the evening when the two of An Yan returned home. An Yan was so hungry that he searched everywhere for food in the kitchen, but in the steaming tray he saw uneaten rice dumplings with steam and a smell of glutinous rice.

Tears started rolling in his eyes again.

In fact, I didn't leave for a few days. When I crossed out the delay on the road, I actually stayed in Shanghai for two days.

"Does An An really want to be a crybaby?" Qi Jingping laid out the new bed sheet and saw An Yan staring at the broken zongzi in a daze, wiping away the tears that were about to roll down with his hands, Qi Jingping kissed An Yan's lips .

"From now on, you can just follow me. I will give you double love, including your mother's."

"No, your love is enough."

"Then you kiss me? I'm hungry and sleepy now, and I don't have the energy to cook for you."

Qi Jingping rubbed his chin on the top of An Yan's head and patted An Yan's back non-stop, expressing his love for An Yan in his unique way.

The two managed to spend some time together, and the atmosphere was in place, but An Yan's stomach kept growling untimely.

It seems that I am really hungry, I will feed my stomach first, and I will ask for the interest of these few days later.