Half an hour later, Song Xiang leaned on the head of the bed, drank two sips of water given by Yan Han, and felt slightly calmer.
"You were dreaming and fell down in the corridor."
Song Xiang gasped, "It's a dream..."
Yan Han hugged her with a stern look on his face.
Beside the door, Yan Songzheng lowered his head and admitted his mistake, "Master, it's my fault. I didn't keep an eye on the minute and a half of the shift change. I only left a few people in the corridor, so I didn't even notice that you opened the door to your room."
"Where are those people?"
"I will handle it, please don't worry."
Yan Han's face was gloomy, and he hugged Song Xiang a little tighter, "Find someone to come in and check everywhere in the room."
"yes."
Song Xiang leaned in his arms, "Why are you checking the room?"
"The doctor did a blood test on you and there was nothing wrong with it."
But he felt there was a problem.
Song Xiang moved his body, but he was mentally exhausted and his face was bloodless, just like the one in the TV series where the essence was sucked by a monster.
"I want to call dad."
Yan Han turned around and got her cell phone.
Song Xiang closed his eyes and recalled the scene just now.
It's too real, too real to be a dream.
She dialed Rong Boye's mobile phone number and waited only a few times before the person answered.
"Little thoughts."
"dad……"
As soon as he opened his mouth, his voice trembled a little.
Rong Boye paused for a moment, his tone a little urgent, "What's wrong?"
Song Xiang made a fist with one hand and lightly punched his forehead twice.
Yan Han held her fist, rubbed her forehead with his chin, and comforted her silently.
The person on the phone didn't wait for a response and immediately asked: "Shen Han?"
"I am here."
"What's going on?"
What's going on? Damn it.
Yan Han did not say this directly, but said it another way, "She dreamed about her mother."
Rong Boye breathed a sigh of relief and spoke in a gentler tone, "Want to talk to dad?"
Song Xiang sat up from Yan Han's arms, grabbed the phone with both hands, and thought about what to say, "Dad, do you...remember the time when your mother died?"
silence.
After a long time, Rong Boye said: "Remember."
Song Xiang rubbed his belly, "Then..."
She wanted to be more tactful, but was worried about hurting Rong Boye's heart.
"Whatever you want to say, you can just say it."
Song Xiang calmed down and asked, "Did you see your mother being cremated?"
beep--
The phone was hung up.
Song Xiang was startled and looked up at Yan Han.
"I……"
"It's okay, don't panic." Yan Han comforted her.
Song Xiang licked her lips and her heart was beating loudly. She herself felt that a certain idea was too scary and almost crazy.
I held the phone and didn't move it for a long time.
A few minutes later, the call came back, but it was not Rong Boye who spoke, but Rong Zhe.
Song Xiang called, "Uncle Zhe."
"Miss, you shouldn't ask Mr. such a question."
Song Xiang opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.
Rong Zhe sighed and said: "My wife's body was cremated. From the beginning to the end, my husband did not touch anyone. He even collected the ashes with his own hands."
There will never be any lies, Nanqing really died.
Song Xiang said dryly, "I know."
After saying that, he hung up the phone.
She leaned against Yan Han and doubted, panting slightly, "Am I nervous?"
It's just that I saw a woman who looked very much like Nan Qing on the street. It's simply not normal to be so suspicious.
"Maybe it's really your mother who's come back to see you."
Song Xiang smiled helplessly and looked up at him, "Don't scare me, I'm timid."