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After a few days, Liang Songying gradually recovered and took off the respirator.

After the doctor left, there were only him and Yan Wangxiao who stayed beside him all day and all night in the ward.Yan Wangxiao looked a little haggard, and his beard was not clean. Fortunately, his cleanliness kept him from being sloppy.

Yan Wangxiao leaned closer and asked him softly: "Can you talk? Try it?"

Liang Songying looked at him and opened her mouth, "Wang Xiao." Her voice was a little hoarse, but her words were still clear.He went on to say: "I don't have a throat problem, of course I can talk. You are also very tired, these days, huh?"

Yan Wangxiao stared at him for a while, and put his face on the back of his hand, "I'm not tired, I'm just worried about you. Get well soon, let's go home, can I cook for you? I'll give you the TV too. .”

Liang Songying laughed, touched the top of his hair, and braided two small braids for him, "So good?"

Yan Wangxiao said in a muffled voice: "Things are impermanent in all likelihood, if I don't treat you better, I'm afraid I'll regret it in the next second and regret it for the rest of my life. Liang Songying, I'm so scared. When I came to the hospital, I kept thinking, what if If you die, my world will definitely collapse."

He touched the bandage on Liang Songying's chest, and gently stroked the wound with his fingertips, "The heart is right next to it, if the stab is crooked, it will be gone. Human life is very fragile, Liang Songying, you must cherish your life and work hard to live."

His eyes were full of sadness.

Liang Songying grabbed his hand and slowly clenched it, knowing that he was thinking of the tragic death of his biological mother, and he always cherished the fragile human life like a sacred thing, and he never joked.He also knew what kind of psychological pressure he had brought to Yan Wangxiao when he was in danger this time.

Liang Songying said softly but concisely and forcefully: "Okay." Then she calmed down her emotions, raised Yan Wangxiao's head, and smiled at him: "When I was young, someone told me a fortune-telling, saying that my fate is hard, and I will live a rich life. I don't think it's superstitious. But looking at the first half of my life, it is true that every time I can turn bad luck into good luck."

Yan Wangxiao was still not in a good mood, so he let out a "huh".

That night, Yan Wangxiao squeezed into the single bed and insisted on sleeping with Liang Songying.They were all worried that the other party would fall off the bed, so they put an arm around the other party's back and got very close.Unexpectedly, Yan Wangxiao fell asleep very quickly.

Amidst the snoring, Liang Songying turned her head and kissed Yan Wangxiao's face, "Thank you."

Following the incident of coming out of the elevator door, Liang Songying's assassination was once again on the trending list, and the traffic of popularity skyrocketed.It's just that I haven't updated my Weibo. Netizens have posted millions of comments on the old blog, and there is even a fortune-telling lottery for Liang Songying's fortune every day.Outside the hospital, there are reporters and fans waiting in crowds every day, holding empty bouquets and condolence banners, unable to dedicate to idols.In the ward, only acquainted relatives and friends came in and out, but there was an endless stream, and the room was filled with bouquets of fruits and gifts.Yan Wangxiao looked at those familiar and unfamiliar faces and was amazed. Is Liang Songying's circle of friends too wide?There are celebrities from the three circles of film, television, and music, and people from all walks of life, and more than a dozen foreign friends also came.

However, since he woke up, Liang's father never visited him again, and the phone was even more unreachable.Mother Liang brings soup and supplements every day. She is a well-dressed and elegant lady with a gentle voice.Every time she used a very sad expression to persuade Liang Songying to break up with the man and hurry up to get married and have children.Talking, sometimes crying softly, eyes red, very emotional.Liang Songying handed tissues to the side, told about the things he and Yan Wangxiao had met since they met, and also informed about the progress of the surrogate pregnancy, trying to relieve their worries about cutting off children and grandchildren.

The news of his injury was kept from the two elderly people in the south. They probably didn't know the news of his coming out, otherwise the trouble would have gone to Y City, France.In order not to alarm the two elders, the parents did not go back to the south to visit.On the day before returning to France, Liang Songying was able to walk on the ground and was transferred to a private hospital, but she has not fully recovered.

Only Liang's mother came to say goodbye and told him to take good care of his illness.

but……

"Where did you put your mother?" Li Qinghan finally couldn't help asking.

Yan Wangxiao stood by the window and narrowed his sense of existence, and when he heard this, he turned from looking at the scenery to looking at Liang Songying.

"But Mommy, I have grown up and have my own ideas. I want to make my own decisions. I am not a marionette of the Liang family, not a reproductive tool. If you are worried that there will be no successors, we have already started to find someone to be a surrogate. In the future I will let you hug your grandchildren." Although Liang Songying felt irritated, she said it tirelessly.

"You just watched you grow up. You are still a child in your bones, at least in Mommy's eyes. Do you have to learn from Mommy? When you were young, you were desperate for love. When you are old, look at me, I am just an old man. A woman, only relying on her son and years of kindness, she has obtained a non-painful position in the Liang family. Your grandfather still refuses to recognize me, thinking that I am embarrassing for him, and relatives and friends have never said a few kind words or given a good face Our mother and child are not bad, so why bother to take the thorny road? Finding a suitable partner to live with is the right choice in life. You ask yourself, are you choosing the right one?" Li Qinghan said.

Liang Songying nodded, "Well, Mommy, don't worry, I have good eyesight. After you go back, talk to Dad more, don't treat me like a child, I'm not confused."

Li Qinghan's face darkened, and she was silent for a while, "Your father...I'm afraid not, if he is a sufficiently open-minded person, there will be neither me nor you."

Liang Songying was also silent for a while, "People's thinking can't be so old-fashioned forever. Although I was born because of the feudal thinking of their generation, since I was born, I live and my life is mine. I am grateful, but not It means that I should obey in everything."

Li Qinghan stood up and looked at him with loving eyes, "The reason why my mother persuaded you to turn back is because I feel so sorry for my son. Instead of walking the Kangzhuang Avenue, he chose to walk the thorny path and get scars all over his body. You are as stubborn as I was back then, if you regret it in the future Now, you have to remember today's words, you can't blame others for what you suffer, don't resent others, and don't criticize your young self. Do you know?"

Liang Songying's eyes were slightly wet, and she sat up and hugged Li Qinghan, "Well, thank you, Mommy. Hug me again, I love you so much." Li Qinghan opened his arms and hugged him in his arms like when he was a child. I love you, but you are such a big person, you still act like a baby, and you still say you are not a child." Liang Songying smiled embarrassedly, "Mommy, you are so kind that I can lose my face. When others say I am nice, I always Remember how good you are."

Li Qinghan let him go, "Then I'm leaving, get well soon."

Liang Songying knelt on the bed, "When I get well, I will go home, see you, Mommy."

Li Qinghan waved at him, turned and left.

Yan Wangxiao paced to the edge of the bed and sat down, "Is this taking down your mother?"

Liang Songying looked very happy, "Haha" and nodded with a few smiles, "There is no doubt that my mother prefers me more than my father."

Yan Wangxiao followed with a laugh.

"Media reporters also favor you."

Indeed, the mainstream media seems to have made an agreement. After Liang Songying's several catastrophes, the writing is lenient and very pertinent, far less aggressive than Liang Songying's breakthrough in music style.

The magazine's photographer Ling Man'er came to visit several times, but Liang Songying chatted and laughed with her and became friends.Her dress was very fashionable, and she was beautiful and pleasing to the eye.Yan Wangxiao knew that Liang Songying loved beauty, and it was easy for him to make friends with good-looking people.

Yan Wangxiao didn't like this Ling Man'er, seeing Ling Man'er took out her camera and wanted to take a picture of the two of them, she was very unhappy.Liang Songying straightened her hair and clothes, saying it's okay, let's shoot.

On a piece of grass in the back garden of the hospital, Liang Songying sat in a wheelchair wrapped in a fur coat, pursing her lips and smiling.Yan Wangxiao stood beside him to shield him from the wind, with his right hand resting on his shoulder, his slightly long, slanted hair fluttering around, and his expression was indifferent towards the camera.

Ling Man'er smiled behind the camera and shouted "One, two, three, eggplant—".She came over and handed it to Liang Songying.Liang Songying received it and said, "That's right, but Wang Xiao's expression is a bit colder, is it because the weather is too cold?" He raised the camera with his backhand and handed it to Yan Wangxiao.

Yan Wangxiao glanced at it, then pushed him back, "It's not good to blow outside, so I have to come out. The scenery here is not much better."

Liang Songying smiled and said, "Dedicate yourself to art, right, Miss Ling?"

Ling Man'er also smiled: "You can just call me Man'er."

Liang Songying: "Okay, but we are of the same generation, you don't need to address me with respect, it sounds weird to me."

Ling Man'er: "Well, I just respect you, uh, you."

Back indoors and walking through the hall, Liang Songying was still looking at the photos sent in the camera just now, and the more she looked, the more she was satisfied: "Your photography is not only beautiful, but also good at capturing the momentary expressions of people. I have an album to be released in the next year , would you please take a photo for me on the cover of the album, Maner, would you like to?"

Ling Man'er had a pleasant expression on her face, "Of course I do! I really didn't expect that you, you would appreciate my works."

"Then it's settled." Liang Songying seemed to be in a good mood, and took out the mini iPad to record in the memo 20XX new album.

When they returned to the ward, there were guests waiting for a long time.