Jiang Sui Qinghe

After Jiang Sui made an appointment with He Zhilin's son, Lu Qinghe also rushed to pick up Qi Yu at the place Jiang Sui said without stopping.

This is a simple villa, after Lu Qinghe rang the doorbell, Qi Yu quickly came to open the door.

Qi Yu seemed to know that he was coming, and after opening the door, asked him to go in and have a meeting, saying that he had to prepare some things.

"I knew he had a lot of headaches, but I didn't know he was that bad."

As he spoke, he put an insulated box into the bag.

"He bought this house. I didn't know until the lawyer said it. It turned out that the head of the household wrote about me. Now that I think about it, he has already thought of everything for me."

Lu Qinghe just looked at him quietly. At this time, listening is the best choice.

The difference from the morning was that he wore a suit and shaved off the stubble on his chin.The bruises and bruises on his face were also treated by him.

Before going out, Qi Yu asked him worriedly: "Can you see the injury on my face?"

Lu Qinghe said truthfully: "I can see a little bit."

Qi Yu frowned, turned around and ran upstairs again, brought a piece of powder cake from upstairs and said as he walked: "I bought it temporarily, he didn't like me using these things at first, but there is no way, I don't want him to see me so ugly look."

Lu Qinghe felt a little sore when he heard it, he said: "You can carry it on your body, if traces appear, I will remind you."

Qi Yu nodded, and after carefully covering up the scars that appeared on his face, the two got into the car together.

When the two arrived at the hospital, a group of men in suits and leather shoes were hurrying towards the outside of the hospital.

Qi Yu hid next to Lu Qinghe, lowered his head and whispered: "Those two are his sons."

While blocking Qi Yu, Lu Qinghe looked towards the group of people. He Zhilin's two sons walked in front, with displeased expressions on their faces, and there was no exchange of words during the whole process.

Qi Yu found the inpatient department with ease, and didn't stop until he reached the door of He Zhilin's ward.

"I have been here many times, but they don't want me in, they say I am ashamed."

His voice was choked with sobs, when Lu Qinghe thought he was about to cry, he took a deep breath and gently pushed the door open.

He Zhilin was lying on the hospital bed with an oxygen mask on his face.Sitting beside the hospital bed was a middle-aged woman who was dozing off.

When she heard the movement, she opened her eyes and saw that the person in front of her was Qi Yu, and shouted out: "Mr. He! Where is Mr. He!"

Qi Yu immediately took out a stack of red bills from his bag and stuffed them into the woman's hands, saying, "Auntie, I'll just stay for a while, they won't know, please, okay?"

The middle-aged woman held the money in her hand, thought for a while and said, "Hurry up, I'll watch you at the door, if Mr. He sees it, he will fire me."

After speaking, he put the money in his pocket, turned and left the ward.

"Old He, I've come to see you, do you think I brought you something?" Qi Yu's voice was choked up, and he took out the heat preservation box in his hand.

Lu Qinghe wanted the two of them to have a conversation alone, so he followed him out and closed the door behind him.

"Didn't you say you like the ginseng soup I boiled the most? I brought it to you, can you open your eyes and have a look?"

After Qi Yu opened the insulation box, he put He Zhilin's hand on his cheek and said, "You always say that I like to sleep late, who is sleeping here now?"

Looking at He Zhilin who still had his eyes closed, he finally couldn't hold back, and big tears slid down onto the bed sheet.

Suddenly, He Zhilin's fingers moved.

Qi Yu quickly wiped away the tears on his face, and said pleasantly, "Did you hear what I said?"

He Zhilin slowly opened his eyes, and when he saw Qi Yu, he couldn't help laughing out with difficulty.

Qi Yu tried his best to calm down his voice, he said: "You can still laugh."

He Zhilin just smiled and stroked his hair.

Qi Yu suddenly thought of something, stood up and said, "I'm wearing your favorite suit, does it look good?"

He Zhilin smiled and bent his eyes, raised his thumb, and said in an angry voice: "It looks good..."

Tears blurred the eye sockets, after Qi Yu wiped them casually, he grabbed his hand again and said: "I suddenly felt that if I could look at you like this, even 1 years would not feel long to me."

He Zhilin touched his cheek lightly, and said with difficulty: "I'm sorry..."

Qi Yu held back his tears, kissed the back of his hand and said, "Decades are not long, just wait for me."

outside the ward.

Lu Qinghe sat on the chair, his mind was very empty.

Birth, old age, sickness and death are catastrophes that people will experience at birth, and no one can change them.

He couldn't help thinking, if one day it was him who was lying on this hospital bed, would he have any regrets when he looked back on the way he came from?

Qi Yu stayed inside for a long time, probably because He Zhilin's son didn't come back, so the nursing aunt didn't come to urge him.

When he came out, the foundation that covered the scars on his face had been spent, and his red and swollen eye sockets became very obvious.

He wanted to take two steps forward, but his legs began to tremble uncontrollably.

Lu Qinghe quickly supported him.

"I want to wash my face." Qi Yu said hoarsely.

Lu Qinghe nodded, and helped him to the bathroom at the end of the corridor, Qi Yu washed his face with water, his shoulders trembled uncontrollably.

Finally, he still cried out.

He covered his mouth, afraid that his voice would disturb He Zhilin in the ward.

Those sobs, accompanied by the sound of rushing water, didn't know where it was going.

"You know? I don't feel any regrets." On the way to send Qi Yu home, he said suddenly in silence.

Lu Qinghe looked at him from the rearview mirror, saw him looking out the window and said, "Because we live happily every day, go to the company, eat together, travel together... Even if there is a quarrel, it will disappear after a while gone."

In the end, he wiped away a tear from the corner of his eye and said, "If too short a time is a regret, then this is probably the only regret."

After sending off Qi Yu, it was already dark.

After Lu Qinghe drove the car to the company parking lot and parked it, he immediately went up to the 17th floor.

Jiang Sui was working at his desk with his head bowed. When he saw him walk in, he took off his eyes and said, "Are you back?"

Lu Qinghe stood in place for a few seconds, and suddenly came towards the river with big strides.

Jiang Sui was stunned when he saw this.

Lu Qinghe stepped forward and hugged his head and said: "I have made up my mind, I am willing to be a star, and I am also willing to be a moon, I don't want to let myself have regrets."

Jiang Sui was stunned for a few seconds, then smiled and said, "But now, whether you are a star or a moon, I must remind you that you still have to be a shit-shoveling officer."

Lu Qinghe was stunned, he let go of Jiang and then suddenly remembered that he forgot about the cow again.

On the third day after returning from the hospital, He Zhilin died of illness.

The next day, the He family set up a mourning hall in the funeral home to express their condolences.Jiang Sui had a deep friendship with him, so he was naturally on the invitation list.

Thinking of He Zhilin who was pulling himself to talk non-stop that night, the concern on his face at that time still lingered in Lu Qinghe's mind.Lu Qinghe felt uncomfortable for a while, and wanted to see him off for the last time.

When Jiang Sui arrived with Lu Qinghe, Qi Yu was standing at the door of the funeral parlor.

He described him as thin, with a white chrysanthemum pinned to the old suit he was wearing.

"My condolences." Lu Qinghe looked at him and said.

Qi Yu lowered his eyes and said, this is the only person who said this to him today.

"They won't let you in?" Jiang Sui asked.

Qi Yu looked back at the mourning hall not far away and said, "It's okay, I can see him here too."

Lu Qinghe couldn't help feeling a little annoyed that friends who were not familiar with He Zhilin might all be there to see him off for the last time, but people who were so close to him were turned away like this.

Jiang Sui said in a deep tone, "You follow us."

Qi Yu froze for a moment, raised his eyes and said, "Thank you."

Jiang Sui nodded, and led him and Lu Qinghe towards the mourning hall.