There was a click, and when Ji Ruoyu heard the short syllable of Yan Chen, the little Santa Claus ornament he was holding in his hand loosened his grip and fell to the ground.

His voice was very soft and weak. He did not look at Zhouzhuang, but said as if he was minding his own business, "When I was a child, every time I got sick, my nanny would take me to the hospital. You were always abroad, and he was always there.

School, you make so much money, do so much charity, and save so many children. You have such a high reputation, take so many classes, and teach so many students, but you have never thought about saving so many children.

Come and teach me."

So gently and weakly, it struck Zhouzhuang's heart word by word.

"After so many years, I can see clearly that you are all very tired, and I am the only shackle between you. I am also very tired. Those orphans can still hope to be adopted by their adoptive parents one day.

Later, I received father's love and mother's love, but for these two things, I have a father and a mother, but I can't even ask for it."

More than twenty winters and summers, so many parent-teacher meetings without parents, so many birthdays with only nannies, so many lonely Spring Festivals, and so many times when only one person sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows with instant noodles and watched.

Days when thousands of lights are on outside and brilliant fireworks bloom in the sky.

When your eyes are very hot, you have to deceive yourself that it is the heat from the instant noodles, not anything else.

Ji Ruoyu's heart suddenly started to hurt. The pain was unbearable. Just looking at him made him want to shed tears.

But Zhouzhuang has been silent, she knows how much she owes her son, and she has always thought that there is always a chance that she can compensate him, there is always a chance, so she makes a lot of money, and in her heart

That's what I told myself, there is always a chance to make it up to him.

But now, he is not even willing to give her the chance to make amends.

He is dying, his son is dying.

Ji Ruoyu almost panicked and ran out of the ward door. She couldn't stay, not even for a moment. She felt that she couldn't continue to listen to the conversation between Yan Chen and Zhou Zhuang.

Every time I hear a sentence, it seems to make me feel more guilty.

Yan Chen's eyes, which had been lowered, immediately raised them after noticing her movements. He watched her run out, and his brows finally furrowed slightly.

As for Zhouzhuang, he only had time to see a profile of Ji Ruoyu's face and felt that it looked familiar, but he couldn't tell what made it look familiar.

"Chenchen, just listen to your mother once and get good treatment. I will help you contact foreign hospitals. If your condition is a little more stable, your mother will take you to the hospital. Doctor Liang also said that foreign countries have better treatment for your disease.

The treatment method will be better, okay?" Zhou Zhuang gently wiped the tears on his face, walked to the bedside and sat down, reached out and grabbed Yan Chen's hand, the warmth of his hand was warm

, but the fingers are so thin that they seem to have only phalanges.

Yan Chen remained silent after all, but kept looking at the Christmas tree placed on top of the cabinet, as if he was in a trance.

After a moment, he gently closed his eyes. He didn't answer Zhouzhuang's previous words, "Going abroad? Maybe... that's fine, so that she wouldn't be so sad that she ran out like she did just now."

Bar?

Zhouzhuang looked at Xuan Qingran who was sitting on the other side of the hospital bed, and then at Yan Chen who had closed his eyes on the hospital bed and seemed to be asleep. She looked at Xuan Qingran as if she was going to talk, and then stood up.

Come.

After raising his hand and gently touching Yan Chen's face, he walked outside.

The expression on Xuan Qingran's face was quite calm, and she walked out with her. But as soon as she walked out, the eyes of the person on the hospital bed had already opened. She turned around and saw the snowflakes falling outside the window, thinking that she was so cold when she first came here.

His nose and head were all red, and his whole body looked thickly wrapped.

After sighing softly, he finally stood up from the bed, held on to the IV pole and walked towards the cabinet.

She has basically decorated the Christmas tree...

He bent down, picked up the little Santa Claus that she had dropped on the ground, hung it on the tree, and then connected the colored lights to the electricity. As soon as the switch was turned on, the colored lights flashed with dots of light.

, reflected in his eyes, his eyes seemed to have become warmer.

Xuan Qingran didn't know what Zhouzhuang was going to say to her. After all... this was Yan Chen's mother. It was understandable that she was a little panicked. Fortunately, she had a calm temperament.

The hand on her side betrayed her innermost emotions, but fortunately, the expression on her face was always very calm.

"Sorry, I didn't have time to ask just now, who are you?" As soon as he reached the end of the corridor, Zhou Zhuang's previous sad mood had subsided a lot, and his voice became a bit calmer, so he asked Xuan Qingran.

"I am..." Xuan Qingran paused here, thinking for a moment, and then stretched out his hand to Zhouzhuang, "Hello, I am Xuan Qingran, the editor-in-chief of Yanchen. I am assigned to specialize in the magazine.

After following up on him, I later learned that he was ill, and the president asked me to take more care of him. After all, he has created many good results for our magazine."

Xuan Qingran's words were very official. Zhouzhuang naturally didn't think there was anything wrong after hearing this, and nodded, "You have been taking care of him during this time, right? Sorry to trouble you."

It is not difficult to tell, after all, the shadows under Xuan Qingran's eyes are caused by poor sleep.

Xuan Qingran just smiled lightly, then shook her head, "It's okay, it should be."

The words were all polite and distant. Zhouzhuang narrowed his eyes slightly and couldn't help but think of the young woman whose face he could only see in profile. So he couldn't help but ask Xuan Qingran, "She just ran away from the ward."

The girl who went out...is Chenchen's girlfriend?"

It wasn't that Zhouzhuang was jealous or anything. After all, she went to the ward to decorate the Christmas tree on a snowy day. She thought she was her girlfriend.

The expression on Xuan Qingran's face was stiff for a moment, but this moment of stiffness was keenly captured by Zhou Zhuang's eyes.

Xuan Qingran only stiffened for a moment before she regained her normal composure and shook her head, "No, that was his former editor. Because she had a good relationship with him, she... must have lost control of her emotions."

Zhou Zhuang nodded understandingly after hearing this, raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked, "What's her... name?"
Chapter completed!