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Mrs. Song was hospitalized for injuries for the past few days. Song Wenke stayed by the hospital bed and never went home. He even asked his orderly to buy a bunch of supplements and cook them in a stew for her every day.

Originally, Old Commander Song wanted to pursue the responsibility of the caregiver, but later he had no choice but to let it go under the old lady's persuasion.

"I was not careful. Don't blame others. She did a good job! Put me on the rocking chair, can you do it? If you can't do it, don't always pick and choose."

Old Commander Song rubbed his head and muttered, "Of course I can do it..." But he didn't say anything in the end.

The little doctor who checked him came every few hours, and when he found Song Wenke was there, he would sneak sideways glances at him.The old lady saw all this in her eyes, she just smiled leisurely, without pointing out.

"Ke Zai..."

"Hey," Song Wenke hurriedly walked back to the bed from the window when grandma called him, and bent down, "What's the matter?"

"The boy you brought home before, is he still together now?" She was talking about Chu Yao.

Mentioning Chu's mother made Song Wenke feel uncomfortable at the bottom of his heart, so he gritted his teeth secretly and replied: "We separated early, and we didn't contact each other last year."

The old lady didn't seem surprised: "It should be replaced with a new one."

Song Wenke pondered for a moment with a stiff face, and finally did not tell his grandma about those shitty things.

If the old lady knew what was the relationship between Lin Kuan and Chu Yu before, and what was the relationship between him and Lin Kuan before, and spread it to his father, wouldn't there be another quarrel?

After waiting for a few minutes, before Song Wenke could reply, the old lady asked again: "This time...why don't you take this one home to meet you?"

"Ah?" Song Wenke was stunned, inexplicably thinking that Lin Kuan would not want to see his family so early, besides, when his father saw Lin Kuan—not to mention him, as long as he was a man—he had to say nothing It's only good to throw something on someone, so he shook his head, "It hasn't been a long time since we talked, besides, the two of us just quarreled a few days ago, let's talk about it after a while..."

Zhao Yufeng—that is, his grandma—saw through the lost expression on Song Wenke's face at a glance, and couldn't help being a little surprised for a while. She smiled and stroked the back of her grandson's hand: "If you have something to do, you must first think about your own reasons. Grandma used to I taught you not to use the routine you used to when marching and fighting on your feelings, otherwise... no matter how good a person is, they will run away because they are afraid of you. If you can talk about things well, talk about them. Both sides of the relationship are equal, don't Acting like your father, arbitrarily arbitrarily doing everything, and my wife never comes back during the New Year holidays..."

Song Wenke listened carefully to what his grandma said, and finally nodded: "I see, grandma."

***

Although this time I felt much better than the last time, Lin Kuan still limped when he went to class the next day, and went straight to the psychology room during free activities instead of playing with his classmates.Several female classmates asked him if he was healthy, and he said he sprained his foot.

In the afternoon, Song Wenke called him, saying that he was in the hospital now, and asked Lin Kuan if there was any serious problem behind him, and that tone always made him feel cautious.

"...What do you think?" Lin Kuan remembered the reason why the other party was in the hospital, and asked again, "How is your grandma?"

Song Wenke told about his grandma falling off the rocking chair, and when he started talking about his family, he couldn't help talking about his father. The two chatted with laughter for more than half an hour.

It was Lin Kuan who ended the call at the end. At that time, Song Wenke was still talking about his struggle against his father when a whistle rang from the other side of the phone.

"Let's not talk about it, I have to organize a student team, hang up first."

"Oh——" Song Wenke wanted him to call himself after class, but the sound of "beep beep" came from the receiver very quickly, and he could only hang up the phone depressed.

After pinching out the cigarette, Song Wenke walked back to the hospital building and took the elevator up to the 12th floor. When he entered the ward, the familiar doctor was examining the old lady. When he saw Song Wenke coming, his face blushed again.

When Song Wenke caught a glimpse of the doctor, he was not as enthusiastic as the first time. Moreover, he had seen the other person's little actions for a long time, so his attitude was naturally much alienated. He just said hello and then went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

When I came out, the doctor had already left.

The old lady asked Song Wenke why he went there just now, and why he left for so long.

Song Wenke faltered and answered: "Smoking...calling."

Seeing the expression on her grandson's face, she knew that before—there should have been a more pleasant conversation.

***

The first time Song Wenke blatantly brought his lover home was two years ago.Needless to say, when his father saw a white-faced man following his son, he was definitely furious.

This unlucky reminder is Chu Yao.

Although Chu Yu had been pinched and tied up by Song Wenke a lot, it was the first time that he was so severely handed down. At that time, Song Wenke vowed to take him home in order to show his "loyalty". After saying "This is Mrs. Chu, my wife", Old Commander Song casually grabbed the decorative stone of the mahogany tea set on the coffee table and threw it over.

This blow was ruthless and accurate, and it hit Chu Yu directly on the face. Although there was no bleeding, a deep red mark was formed. Young Master Chu's tears flowed down his face, and Song Wenke followed in disbelief. His father quarreled.

In the end, it naturally rose to the point of fighting, and the sofa was overturned.

Only Mrs. Song came down from upstairs tremblingly leaning on a cane - the guards around her supported her, stopped the two father and son's random fight with one sentence, and after asking who Chu Yao was, she looked at him with a smile.

To be honest, Chu Yu was not afraid of Song Wenke's father at first, because he knew that if he was bullied by Song's old commander, Song Wenke would be the first to stand up to protect him, but he never expected that the Song family would have a bigger brother. shrewd character.

The old lady's stare for a few seconds could almost pierce Chu Yao. He gritted his teeth and said with difficulty: "... Hello, grandma."

At that time, even his fingertips were trembling slightly.

The old lady nodded slightly, and put one hand on Song Wenke's arm: "Ke Zai, take this little gentleman back, don't waste your energy with your father."

Song Wenke was very impressed by his grandmother's words, so he took Chu Yu away in disgrace.

This was the first time and also the last time Chu Yao saw this old grandma.

But he didn't dare to step into the Song family mansion again.

At that time, everyone felt that Mrs. Song was purely trying to save the siege.When she said don't waste your efforts, she meant that the old commander Song would definitely not accept Chu Yu, and there was no point in fighting him any longer.

Only Chu Yao knew that her words had another meaning.

The few glances she scouted at him - just a few glances, clearly penetrated Chu Yao's mind - even the future of the two of them.

Don't waste your time - this man doesn't deserve the kindness you treat him.

She wanted to say this.

Therefore, she was not surprised at the end of Song Wenke's two-year "long-distance running".

If there is really no ghost in your heart, why should you have a guilty face when facing the last person who stared at you?

It's not that she is not worried about her grandson being abducted by a man, but that the man has already told her everything.

***

Huang Wenyan was one of the few people who knew about Mrs. Song's accident. After all, when he went to play at Song Wenke's house when he was a child, the old lady treated him very well.

So he also took time to visit her old man in the hospital a few times, and brought a few pots of stew from time to time. When the two went out to chat, Huang Wenyan asked how he and Lin Kuan were doing.

Song Wenke didn't talk much: "That's it."

Upon receiving such a carefree answer, Young Master Huang immediately raised his eyebrows.

"I haven't seen Xiao Kuan since the Chinese New Year, let's take him out to play some other day." He tried to make an invitation.

Song Wenke glanced at him, thinking that Lin Kuan obviously didn't like the environment with many strangers, so he said perfunctorily, "Let's talk about it."

"Hey——" Huang Wenyan is so shrewd, how can he not see that the other party is thinking about Lin Kuan, his expression becomes subtle in an instant, even when Chu Yao was there, even if he didn't want to, Song Wenke would ignore it Pull people to the bar just to save face.

Now this is really different.

The two didn't chat much, and said goodbye quickly, and Huang Wenyan returned to the company without stopping.

The next day Lin Kuan went to the hospital for a physical examination.

He knew that Song Wenke was also in this hospital, but in order to avoid suspicion, he deliberately didn't mention that he came for the physical examination.Recently, in order to show his sincerity, Lin Kuan took the initiative to send a text message to Song Wenke every day after class. Sometimes the other party would call back right away, mostly chatting about trivial things, all of which were trivial details that Song Wenke encountered in the army or at home.

Lin Kuan is a good listener, he has enough patience to listen to other people's speech, and he can also analyze it in reverse.For a while, Chief Song's phone bill became too long, and in the end he had no choice but to quickly set up a family number.

Since Mr. Ji was refreshed that day, he never asked about Chief Song. Whenever Lin Kuan mentioned Song Wenke, he always had an expression of "I have no objection at all".

It's a joke, if Ji Guitang gets involved in the world of the two of them again, it is estimated that Ji Guitang will be hanged up and beaten by Song Wenke, Teacher Ji is quite afraid of death.

After queuing up for the physical examination, the whole morning had passed. Lin Kuan folded the medical examination form and put it in his shoulder bag. He was stopped just as he walked out of the hospital building.

"Hi, Kuan!"

The voice was not very familiar. Lin Kuan looked at the person standing in front of him in confusion. He felt that this person looked familiar, but he couldn't remember who he was.

"You are……?"

Huang Wenyan smiled brightly: "I'm Huang Wenyan! Don't you remember? Last time Song Wenke took you to the bar, we met."

As soon as he said this, Lin Kuan remembered, and he suddenly realized "Oh", but he didn't quite understand why Huang Wenyan stopped him: "Brother Yan, what do you want?"

"It's okay, I saw you and said hello to you. I'm going up to visit Song Wenke's grandma. Do you know how she fell and was hospitalized recently?"

Lin Kuan noticed that Huang Wenyan was carrying a thermos, so he nodded, "I know."

Huang Wenyan asked him: "What are you doing in the hospital? Are you visiting his grandma?"

"Ah..." Lin Kuan shook his head hastily, "No, I came for the physical examination, I haven't seen his family yet..."

Hearing this sentence, Huang Wenyan raised his eyebrows subtly. Lin Kuan didn't understand what this expression meant, but the next second he saw Huang Wenyan hurriedly took out the phone from his pocket.

"Hello? Hey, it's me. What? Oh...Okay, I'll be right back!"

So, in Lin Kuan's staring eyes, Huang Wenyan hurriedly stuffed the thermos pot into Lin Kuan's arms: "Xiao Kuan! Your Brother Yan's company suddenly has something to do, I have to go back immediately. Help me Busy, send this bottle of stew pot to Grandma Song's room, okay? The 12th special guard on the 45th floor, please, the situation is urgent—" He patted Lin Kuan's arm while talking, then quickly backed away and trotted Head towards the parking lot.

"Ah? I don't..." Lin Kuan grabbed the thermos pot in his hand in fear, standing there at a loss, watching people run away, neither throwing it nor holding it.

This presented him with a big problem.