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Yu Nan nodded, "If you need anything, just tell us directly, don't hide it from us."

Shi Cheng looked at the two of them deeply, "I will."

When I got home, no one was at home.

The child and Ling Yao were both in school, time was tight, and he couldn't wait until school was over.

Five minutes later, Shi Cheng carried his bag and headed for the train station.

Ling Yao didn't notice anything wrong when she came home from get off work. She picked up her child and bought some pork ribs.

I plan to make some clear pork ribs soup in the evening.

The weather is too cold. Drinking some soup can warm you up.

"Mom, what is this?" Liang Xixi saw a piece of paper on the table with a lot of words written on it.

She read out, "Yao'er, I don't know him, Grandpa doesn't know him, Shi Cheng doesn't know him..."

There were only a few words on the paper, just a few words, many of which she didn't recognize.

But she knew her father and mother's names.

Liang Rui couldn't bear to listen and took it. He quickly read it and exclaimed, "Mom, Dad went back to the village and said that grandpa was sick."

He looked towards the kitchen and saw Ling Yao coming out after wiping her hands.

After reading the letter, Ling Yao frowned.

The letter said that Liang Rui was calling him, and didn't say when he would be back, just that he could contact him by phone if there was anything.

I don’t know what disease my grandfather has.

After dinner, Ling Yao finished tutoring her two children with their homework and sat on the sofa in a daze.

He should be at the train station now. I don't know if he has anything to eat.

There is no point in thinking too much, so just go to sleep.

The next day, Ling Yao called the village store.

It was Wang Xianhua who answered the phone. She said Shi Cheng had not yet returned home and that Shi Honghui had fallen ill, apparently with cancer. It was quite pitiful.

The only two words left in Ling Yao's mind were "cancer".

"Ling Yao?" She didn't come back to her senses until she heard Shi Ping's voice on the phone.

"Aunt, it's me." Ling Yao opened her mouth, "Shi Cheng should be here in the next two days, don't worry."

Shi Ping sighed, but her mood was okay. "I just want him to come back and see grandpa for the last time."

Her mother died early, so she didn't find it so difficult to accept the issue of life and death.

But it's impossible to say I'm not sad.

"So serious?" Ling Yao was surprised. She had never heard of it before. "Why is it so sudden?"

Shi Ping's voice was heavy, "It's stomach cancer, in the late stage."

The late stage means there is no hope at all, which is equivalent to a death sentence.

Ling Yao was silent.

If it was in the early or middle stages, she would still have the confidence to give it a try.

In the late stage, there was nothing she could do.

Shi Ping wiped her face and smiled, "It's okay, don't worry, as long as you and Shi Cheng are fine."

The only thing worth being happy about at home is that my son got what he wanted, and the wait was not in vain.

As a mother, she was naturally happy.

After hanging up the phone, Ling Yao felt mixed emotions.

Shi Cheng arrived home three days later. He saw Shi Honghui lying on the bed, extremely thin and with all his hair gone.

She knelt down in front of him with a thud, tears dripping down her cheeks.

"Grandpa, I'm sorry, I'm late."

He held his head in his hands and sobbed.

Shi Ping saw that her son had grown stubble and looked older. Tears fell from her eyes and she said, "Don't blame yourself."

No one wants this to happen.

"Xiao, Xiao Cheng." Shi Honghui heard Shi Cheng's voice and opened his eyes with difficulty.

An old and weak voice came, Shi Cheng suddenly raised his head and grabbed Shi Honghui's hand, "Grandpa, I'm here, I'm here."

The corners of his eyes turned red. "Grandpa, I'll take you to Jing City, to a big hospital. I'll take you for treatment. You'll be fine."

The two have a very deep affection for their grandfather who has been with him since he was a child.

He couldn't accept the explanation that it couldn't be cured.

"Xiao Cheng, it's okay...it doesn't matter. Everyone will die, it's just a matter of sooner or later. Don't be sad." Shi Honghui looked at Shi Cheng with a pair of cloudy eyes, which were filled with reluctance.

He knows his body well. "I don't want to go anywhere. I just want you to stay here with me for a while."

"Okay, I'll stay with you, I'll stay with you." Shi Cheng sat on the edge of the bed, crying.

Shi Honghui had a smile on his face. He held Shi Cheng's hand and slightly closed his eyes and began to recall, "You have been stubborn since you were young, and you are very sincere. Once you make up your mind, no one can change it."

"But you are such a kind child, and you can endure hardships. In order to let your mother and I eat more, you fainted from hunger...

If it hadn’t been discovered early, you kid…”

Shi Honghui wanted to laugh when he said this, but suddenly he started coughing violently.

Shi Cheng patted him on the back, and as he was patting, Shi Honghui suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Grandpa!"

"dad!"

Shi Honghui was sent to the city hospital overnight.

The doctor called Shi Honghui aside, his expression was quite serious, "The current situation is very serious, there is not much we can do.

It is impossible to cure him, but we can try to reduce his pain as much as possible."

Doctors also feel uncomfortable when facing this kind of patient.

As a doctor, this situation is not uncommon, and I still sigh every time it happens.

"Thank you, doctor." Shi Cheng collapsed, as if all his strength had been drained away.

He leaned against the wall and slowly slid down.

He held his head and cried bitterly.

It was the first time he called Ling Yao, and he tried his best to make his voice sound relaxed.

"I'm fine, don't worry, everything is fine here, we're in the hospital, take care of yourself and the two children."

Ling Yao could still hear the deep exhaustion and sadness in his voice, "You still have us. We will always be with you."

It is painful for everyone when a loved one falls ill.

Shi Cheng didn't dare to say anything more to her, as he was worried that the emotions he revealed would affect her.

After hanging up the phone, Ling Yao sighed.

"Mom, how is Dad?" Liang Xixi wanted to speak, but the phone was too high.

It would be too hard for her mother to hold her.

"Your father didn't say anything, so we can only pray silently." Ling Yao didn't want to say much to the two children.

Liang Xixi seemed to be thinking about something. "Then I will pray too. I pray that they are all healthy."

Being sick is very uncomfortable. I don’t want to eat, drink water, or move.

I wish everyone didn't get sick.

Ling Yao touched her head and smiled.

The kindergarten is on vacation, and Lingyao still has a few days to go.

"When mom is on vacation, I will take you back to my hometown to see dad."

Soon.

During the time when Shi Cheng was away, she felt very listless.

I always feel empty inside.

One night, she tossed and turned in bed and couldn't fall asleep.

This condition lasted for several days and she always thought she was sick.

But the temperature is normal, everything is normal.

What was abnormal was her mood.

That night, she couldn't sleep so she stood up and looked at the moon outside, and suddenly realized where the problem lay.

She is indeed ill.

But she was suffering from lovesickness, and she suddenly realized it when she saw the moon.

I didn’t feel it when Shi Cheng was around, but I experienced it more deeply when I was alone.