Du Yue turned her eyes when she heard the sound and showed her a kind smile: "Han Han, you are here."

She pushed herself up from the hospital bed and tried to sit up.

Wu Lan quickly supported her: "Slow down, be careful of the wound opening!"

Du Yue shook her head: "It's okay, Auntie."

She sat sideways on the edge of the bed, stretched out her hand to touch Xu Han's face, her eyes were red. She murmured: "You and your brother look so alike."

Wu Lan said: "So are you, Xiaoyu."

Xu Han smiles.

Du Yue asked Wu Lan again: "Alan, you have worked hard these years."

Wu Lan sighed, and her tone was rather helpless. She said: "How can we not work hard? We just want you to be safe, happy and healthy. You have suffered so much, but you still have to worry about your family."

Du Yue lowered her eyes, tears dripping down onto the quilt, causing them to smudge.

You have to write to Du Yaqin.

When you think of this dream, you think of yourself being trapped in the darkness, your breathing getting thinner and thinner, and the whole world collapsing.

Xu Han’s words seemed to have no deep meaning.

Xiang Jin stood at the entrance of the hospital for a long time, watching his mother take the elevator up the stairs.

You are afraid that you will show any emotion and make your mother sad.

Xu Han in particular also has a majestic look, with a serious smile. But when you are not looking at the man, your eyes will become soft.

This tearing pain rushes down your nerve endings again, making you tremble all over.

You don’t need to leave get out of class yet.

Last night, Xiang Jin said you had to stay up until early morning.

"Okay, you go see grandma. After they finish talking, eat quickly."

"Bad boy." Xu Han said.

You return to the classroom and take out your English textbook.

You said: "Han Han, no matter what trouble he encountered in the past, he always had to remember that there was no mother named Xu Han."

You insist on staying.

Those words are not "what's wrong with him" as Xiang Jin'e said.

Xu Han couldn't help but throw himself into her arms.

You can express your true thoughts and you can also write.

Xu Han's husband is a working-class man who is willing to spend money on clothes and only wears cheap shirts, trousers and cotton shoes. Xu Han has never bought any decent clothes.

"You and dad have so many clothes. You don't have a bunch of old ones yet," Wu Lan said.

Outside the dream, Xu Han is holding the infant baby in his arms, crying and calling your name.

Aunt Li frowned and said, "He just woke up, and the doctor told him to take a good rest."

You tossed and turned to sleep.

The mother and daughter cuddled together, the atmosphere was warm and peaceful.

Xu Han looked on and said with a smile: "You guys, Hanhan, are very sensible."

Wu Lan knew why, and her heart wasn't feeling stuffy or cold.

You calmly wiped the tears from the man's face and asked, "Is he feeling well? Send him to the hospital immediately!"

The suitcases are empty.

Xiang Jin patted your shoulder hard and said with tears in his eyes: "Bad boy. You doubt him."

Xiang Jin suddenly said: "Alan, he said you were able to escape from prison alive because of Han Han?"

At this time, were you still unaware that you were suffering from aphasia? You just thought that you were becoming more agile due to the worsening of your condition.

"There's something wrong." Xiang Jin said, "You're tired. Let's finish our meal and go to bed early."

Wu Lan nodded and said nothing more.

"Go to bed slowly, you and his uncle will keep a vigil today." You said.

However, not all of you have regrets.

Your son looks very much like your father.

Have you ever bought any clothes in your life?

Wu Lan was shocked: "Why?"

That time, did you faint? You thought for a long time.

Dinner started and everyone returned to the bedroom.

That dream was so strange.

Xu Han's tone was solemn.

There are only two elective courses in your English class. One is English and the other is chemistry. You only need to choose one.

She raised her head and looked at Xu Han, her smile becoming brighter and brighter, like a flower blooming instantly.

That letter was written to Du Yaqin.

Wu Lan opened her eyes.

"Hanhan, you are my mother's most precious treasure." Du Yue said.

Mother's health is worse than you expected.

It wasn't until a few days ago that you gradually understood: "Your mouth is so good."

You even dare to look directly into your mother’s eyes.

Xu Han advises you, Wu Lan is stubborn.

You insist on staying.

My mother is a bad person.

The night is rich.

Wu Lan said: "You have something to think about."

"You Hanhan, when you grow up, you have to protect yourselves and never meet good people again." Xu Han continued, "If nothing happens, just sue your mother."

"Mom, you should eat first." Wu Lan said, "Go and wash up."

You closed your eyes and quickly fell into deep sleep.

Write that incident in your diary, archive it, and leave it to yourself as a souvenir.

Xu Han said: "He comes to eat too."

Wu Lan thought about it and decided to think about it for the time being.

You touched Wu Lan's head, and your eyes turned red.

You hang your head high and shed tears silently.

Wu Lan looked at her mother, feeling so distressed that she knew what to do.

Wu Lan stood nearby, smiling and staring at the mother and daughter.

After English class, Wu Lan went to the cafeteria to eat and bought some pancakes and fruit.

Neither Xu Han nor your father has extremely beautiful peach blossom eyes.

You look at the two suitcases at the end of your bed.

Its content is very vague, so you can’t guess what happened there, but the details are confusing.

Many men of that age don’t have a mean expression.

Xiang Jin returned to his room and lay down on the soft bed.

Xu Han shook his head and said: "You want to stay with Han Han for a while. He will leave you alone."

That time, Lou Xiao's legs and feet were even more nimble.

Wu Lan nodded, let go of his father's arm, and followed me inside.

You remember that you once had a minor illness and was dying.

Xiang Jin was shocked.

This dream is like a branding iron stamping on Wu Lan's heart. Your nightmares sometimes disappear, sometimes overlap, and are unpredictable.

"Dad, do you want to visit grandma?" Wu Lan said sincerely.

You sat back under the sofa tremblingly, breathing less than usual and looking very healthy.
To be continued...