Dyed

Fu Ran stood by the window, opened the window and could see the moonless night sky, Zhao Lan hurriedly closed it, "You are still in confinement, it's not good to be blown by cold wind."

Fu Ran stared at a certain place in a daze, "Mom, why can't you pass this level after all this hard work?"

Zhao Lan felt sorry for her, but couldn't stop crying, "Xiaoran, Chengyou will come back."

Li Yunling opened the door and came in, seeing the two people who seemed to be intimate, she walked to the crib, "Xiao Ran, I can be discharged from the hospital the day after tomorrow."

Seeing that Li Yunling was going to hold the child, Fu Ran's heart couldn't help suspending again. As soon as Li Yunling's hand touched the child's shoulder, she retracted, "Move to live with me when the time comes."

"it is good."

Fu Ran hopes to go back to Yiyun Capital to wait for Ming Chengyou, but Li Yunling has to say that there is someone to take care of at Ming's house.

Two days later, Fu Ran was discharged from the hospital.

Almost everyone in the family was desperately waiting for the news from there. Every day, Fu Ran stood on the balcony with the child in her arms, looking at the exit downstairs.

Even though he knew that even if he survived this test, he would not be able to come back now, but he still couldn't help but wait.

Li Yunling was also secretly making plans, but she always hoped that such plans would not come true, at least Ming Chengyou's survival was more important than anything else.

The long wait is tormenting people's hearts inch by inch.

A week later, Ming Rong finally returned the call.

Fu Ran heard the sharp screeching sound of the landline in Ming's living room, and the child in her arms was frightened and cried. Li Yunling quickly picked it up, "Hello."

"mom."

On the other end of the phone was Mingrong's voice.

Li Yunling couldn't hold back her tears, because the other party's voice was obviously choked, "Cheng, how is Cheng You?"

Fu Ran hugged the child nervously, and Housekeeper Xiao also pricked up his ears.

After a long while, the two of them didn't speak a word.

The microphone in Li Yunling's hand hit the coffee table after a while, she covered her face and cried bitterly.

Fu Ran pursed her lips and stood up slowly, "Mom?"

Housekeeper Xiao felt that something was wrong, so he took the child from her arms first.

Li Yunling cried, her voice suppressed through her fingers, "Chengyou, Chengyou, my son!"

The corners of Fu Ran's lips trembled, and he felt dizzy. When he closed his eyes and collapsed on the sofa, he could see his mother and Ming Chengyou waving at her from a distance. Are her favorites really leaving?

Can life not continue?

Even in a cruel and dilemma way, wouldn't it work?

Li Yunling thumped her chest, her crying was shrill and shocking, "Ming Rong said that Cheng Yougang died of illness in the California Hospital, but the rescue was in vain. My child, he didn't even get to see his own son!"

Sung Woo, Ming Sung Woo!

Fu Ran woke up suddenly, only to find that she was sitting on the plane to California.

The roaring sound resounded in my ears, and my head hurt like it was splitting open. Li Yunling couldn't bear the blow and passed out at home. Ming Rong said that he would bring Ming Chengyou back, but Fu Ran insisted on going.

Her man, she would always bring him back herself.

After traveling to California, Ming Rong was still there when Fu Ran went to the hospital. She almost trotted to him, "Where's Cheng You?"

"I entrusted someone to help him to stay in the ward until now, Fu Ran, you'd better not go in, I'll take care of his funeral."

The words of Ming Rong's funeral made Fu Ran's eyes widen suddenly, and her voice trembled slightly, "Where is he, take me to see him."

Ming Rong brought Fu Ran to a ward.

She was not yet confinement, and she was still weak at this moment. Fu Ran opened the door and walked in. In the huge ward, she only had that bed in her eyes.

Ming Rong wanted to follow in, but Fu Ran raised the back of his hand to wipe away tears, "Let me have a conversation with him alone, please?"

Hearing this, the man withdrew his steps, "Then I'll wait for you outside."

Fu Ran covered the door, her back pressed against the door panel, her legs were so stiff that she couldn't step out.

The man on the bed covered his face with a white cloth, Fu Ran clenched the corners of his lips, and warm liquid still dripped from his dry eye sockets.

She came to the window in two or three steps, and opened the closed window, "Chengyou, the air is not good here, why don't you go home with me?"

Ming Rong stood up from time to time, and could see inside through a pane of glass on the door.

Fu Ran was lying beside the bed, and the mournful cry came out, which made people heartbroken.

She and Ming Chengyou have come to this point, life and death are only separated by a layer of white cloth.

About half an hour later, Ming Rong opened the door, "Fu Ran, don't wear yourself out as you are still in confinement, let's take Cheng You back."

Fu Ran clasped the man's shoulders on the hospital bed with both hands, and the white cloth on which he was pillowed was soaked with tears.

She followed Ming Rong to the corridor, and he patted Fu Ran's shoulder with his palm, "You should go back first."

Fu Ran covered his face with his hands, "He was already thin, but his complexion will get worse now."

Ming Rong didn't speak. The moment Ming Chengyou was declared dead, the doctor also asked him to go in to make sure. Naturally, he couldn't make a mistake.

Leaving like that, with deep regret and nostalgia, must be death.

Fu Ran sat on the chair, bent down, folded her hands and pillowed her knees, and curled herself into a ball.

Ming Rong sat beside her, "I'll make arrangements immediately to bring Cheng You back to Ying'an City."

Fu Ran was getting up, "I don't want him to be tired anymore, so let him go with peace of mind. It will only be more uncomfortable for his stepmother to see it when he goes back. If the media finds out, it will disturb his life again. It's better to be cremated here Bring it back."

When Ming Rong heard the words, since it was Fu Ran's intention, he nodded.

While holding the urn, Fu Ran couldn't help stroking the carved surface with his fingers. The sky began to drizzle, and the back of his hands and face were covered with a thin layer of cool water droplets.

After death, these are the only things left behind.

Fu Ran and Ming Rong returned to Ming's house with the urn. Butler Xiao had a white hair flower pinned on his head, and when he entered, he heard the child's cry.

Housekeeper Xiao noticed the box in Fu Ran's arms. She wiped away her tears, her voice choked slightly, "Young master has been crying for the past two days."

Fu Ran looked up and saw a figure stumbling and rushing out.

Li Yunling was wearing a black suit and her steps were staggering, Ming Rong hurried forward to help her.

"Where is Chengyou, where is Chengyou?"

She looked up, and her eyes finally settled on the urn in Fu Ran's hand.

"Mom, Chengyou is here."

Li Yunling's pupils widened suddenly, and she strode forward, "Who told you to cremate him? I haven't seen him for the last time, did you do it on purpose?"

A slap hit Fu Ran's face hard.

The five-finger marks that appeared were shocking.

Ming Rong hurriedly took her hand, "Mom, what's the use of bringing it back? Don't you feel more sad after seeing it? Cheng You is gone, don't do this!"

"Both of you are keeping it from me!" Li Yunling suddenly pushed Mingrong away, pointing at the two of them, "Are you playing tricks, Fu Ran, don't think I don't know what you're up to!"

Fu Ran stretched out her hand to caress her face, even though it hurt, she still clenched her teeth.