Brother Long arranged a place for him to stay for five yuan a night. The place was not very big, but Suhang didn't choose. After dinner, he lay down on the bed.
Early the next morning, Suhang arrived at the pier.
Before nine o'clock, Su Hang saw Zhang Xiu.
only……
Is she alone?
Seeing that Zhang Xiu didn't take his luggage, Su Hang frowned. Could it be that he regretted it?
Thinking of this possibility, Su Hang's expression changed again and again.
Zhang Xiu stepped forward with red and swollen eyes and a hoarse voice: "Qingqing felt a little uncomfortable last night, can you leave tomorrow?"
Su Hang nodded: "Okay, then meet here at nine o'clock tomorrow."
Zhang Xiu breathed a sigh of relief.
After separating from Zhang Xiu, Su Hang decided to wander around.
Brother Long had nothing to do, so he acted as his guide.
Fortunately, Brother Long is a cheerful person, and we had a great time chatting with Suhang along the way.
From his mouth, Suhang learned a lot about port city investment.
Su Hang happily invited him to dinner and chatted until midnight before Su Hang took a rest.
The next day, he came to the pier after breakfast.
Before nine o'clock, Zhang Xiu brought Yang Qingqing and Yang Zi'an to the dock.
Zhang Xiu's eyes were obviously red and swollen, and Yang Zian's eyes were also bloodshot. It was obvious that they did not sleep well last night.
only……
Su Hang's eyes fell on Yang Qingqing.
I found a smile on her face.
He sighed softly.
It's really sad that Uncle Yang has such a daughter.
A group of people boarded the cruise ship.
Perhaps because he was too sad, Zhang Xiu remained silent and cried silently, with Yang Zian taking care of him.
On the contrary, Yang Qingqing, who was uncomfortable last night, is extremely excited today.
"Inland boy, isn't our Hong Kong City very prosperous? Have you never seen it? Let me tell you, there are many good things in Hong Kong City. When you come next time, I will take you around, I promise
satisfy you."
sister?
Hearing such words, Su Hang couldn't laugh or cry.
"You are only sixteen years old, right?"
Yang Qingqing nodded: "So what? I am the boss here. As long as I say a word, they will all listen to me."
Su Hang frowned.
Fortunately, Yang Zian heard his sister's words and glared at her: "Speak nicely."
Yang Qingqing nodded fearfully.
The four of them quickly arrived at Yangcheng. Under the arrangement of David Jiang, they had something to eat and then boarded the train bound for Jiangning.
It was already afternoon when they arrived in Jiangning.
Although Zhang Xiu was tired, he didn't want to waste time.
After getting off the bus, I strongly urged to go to the hospital.
Su Hang felt her feelings for Yang Guangming, so he took them to the hospital without any delay.
Standing at the door of the ward, Zhang Xiu's legs felt weak.
She raised her hand, but didn't have the courage to knock on the door.
In the end, Yang Zian opened the door.
Yang Guangming is still sleeping.
Luo Ling'er and Lin Hong have been taking care of him.
Seeing Su Hang come back, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief.
"They are Uncle Yang's family."
Suhang said.
Luo Ling'er and Lin Hong quickly stood aside.
Zhang Xiu came to the hospital bed with the support of his son.
Although he had been mentally prepared, when he saw the skinny Yang Guangming, his tears were still uncontrollable and fell with thunderbolts.
"Lao Yang, you..."
Zhang Xiu's voice was choked.
Over the years, she knew that Yang Guangming's life was not very smooth, but no matter what happened, he would send money on time and he would never stop caring about them.
But the children were unwilling to return to Jiangning to see him because they had been separated for too long.
She never thought that if they meet again, they will be separated by life and death.
Zhang Xiu grabbed Yang Guangming's hand.
Yang Guangming slowly opened his eyes.
The originally chaotic eyes suddenly became much clearer when they saw Zhang Xiu: "Xiu'er, is it really you? I... I'm not dreaming?"
Zhang Xiu shook his head, grabbed his hand and put it on his face.
Feeling the warmth on Zhang Xiu's cheek, Yang Guangming finally smiled.
"I am...satisfied to be able to see...see you before I die."
Yang Zian pulled Yang Qingqing to the hospital bed.
Facing this father whom they had not seen for many years, the two of them had complicated emotions.
But the worry in his eyes was obvious.
Yang Guangming smiled.
"You... look so good."
Zhang Xiu wiped away her tears: "You will get better, and we will all be here to accompany you."
Yang Guangming nodded.
I don’t know if it was because of his family coming to him, but Yang Guangming’s spirit has recovered a lot.
Zhang Xiu tried to feed him food, but every time he ate, he would vomit it out.
Everyone tacitly knows that this is the so-called reflection.
He can't hold on for long.
Sure enough, on the third day, Yang Guangming's condition deteriorated sharply.
Su Hang quickly called the doctor.
But after the doctor conducted the examination, he shook his head at Zhang Xiu and others: "Let's prepare for the funeral."
Zhang Xiu's legs became weak and she fell to the ground.
In the next two days, Yang Guangming was mostly in a coma, and his breath became weaker and weaker.
He kept holding his son's hand tightly and said in a weak voice: "Take care of...take care of you...your mother. In the next life, I...I will definitely be a qualified...qualified father."
The tears that Yang Zian had been holding back could no longer be controlled.
He lay in Yang Guangming's arms and cried bitterly.
Yang Guangming reached out and wanted to touch his son's head, but... he didn't have any strength.
The hand he just raised dropped.
"dad……"
Su Hang and Luo Ling'er, who were standing outside the door, heard Yang Zi'an shouting at the top of his lungs.