Didn't you say it's a fake marriage?

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The day when Yan Gu came back was September 25th, without any notice to anyone.

At that time, Wen Li was in the hospital with Cheng Mosheng. Last night, Elder Yan was notified of his critical illness. As the family member that Elder Yan was most familiar with in Kyoto, Cheng Mosheng rushed over immediately after answering Cheng's mother's call.Fortunately, Mr. Yan has not come to an end yet. After coming out of the operating room, he was admitted to the ICU. The doctor said that he could be transferred to the general ward after his vital signs stabilized two days later.

Cheng Mosheng was chatting with the assistant next to Mr. Yan, and Wen Yue was talking with Yao Wenlan in the ward. She looked worried: "Mr. Yan will be fine."

Ever since Mr. Yan knew that Yao Wenlan was his fan, he had to talk to him every day, and the relationship between the two of them was very good. Knowing that Mr. Yan was critically ill, Yao Wenlan was naturally worried.

Wen Li comforted her: "Don't worry, Mom. Yan Laoji has his own destiny, so nothing will happen."

These words were just lip service, and they all knew in their hearts that Old Yan might not live long. The doctor had said at the beginning of his hospitalization that he was old, and even if he underwent surgery, he might not be able to last for a long time.

Life is fragile, Wen Yue has been unable to see the scene of life and death over the years, and the hospital is a place where helplessness is happening every day.Wen Yue met a girl two or three years ago. Her father died of illness when she was four years old, and her mother remarried when she was five years old. Her grandfather was diagnosed with advanced liver cancer when she was in high school. If it is less than 16%, the elderly are old and suffer from long-term malnutrition, and they are more likely to be unable to survive the operating table, while girls are only [-] years old at this time.

The grandpa and grandson cried in each other's arms in the hospital. They couldn't afford the treatment fee, which cost 30 yuan for the operation alone, not to mention the hospitalization and medical expenses.On weekdays, the source of income for the grandpa and grandson depends entirely on their grandfather picking up junk and selling money. Occasionally, neighbors will help them. 30 is undoubtedly an astronomical figure for them. Some people suggested that they try to see how about social donations?

Grandpa wiped his tears, even if he collected enough money, what if I die on the operating table, what will my baby girl do!If I don't have an operation, I can spend more time with her.

Some people persuaded that there is still hope for this surgery, but if you don't do it, you will die!

Wen Li walked past them in silence. This kind of scene almost happens in every hospital. He walked a few steps, but moved back, and asked the girl with red eyes from crying: "Do you want Grandpa to have an operation?" ?"

The girl said of course she would.

Wen Li thought for a while: "I can help you. If your grandfather passes away, I can also sponsor you to go to school until you reach adulthood."

The girl was very grateful when she heard the words, she thanked again and again, almost knelt down and kowtowed, but Wen Li supported her, and heard her ask cautiously: "May I ask what reward I will pay?"

Wen Li came to accompany Yao Wenlan for a routine medical examination that day. He was not short of money, but to be honest, he was not a generous person. I just want to save it, for fear of living a hard life again.

He said: "There is no need to pay, you just go to school."

He is not generous, but he became a money-spreading boy inexplicably today, perhaps because he thought of himself. If he hadn't had a smart head, his current situation might not be much different from that of this girl.

Just like when he was a child, he saw the landlady's grandmother leaning on crutches, and her lame leg would hurt when it rained. He asked her why she didn't go to the hospital. The grandmother was lying on the recliner in front of the door, and the water flowing from the eaves formed a rain curtain. She smiled and said, "Grandma, I am in my seventies and eighties, so I don't need to go to the hospital."

In fact, it is just that there is no money. The minor problems of youth have become the root cause of the disease, and when they are old, they can only be accompanied by pain.

The girl's grandfather did not survive the operation. What kind of good life can an old man with no source of income bring a minor child? All the delicious food is left to the child, and the adults just find something to fill their stomachs. That's all.

On the day grandpa left, the girl cried so hard that the funeral was hasty, or there was no funeral at all. A straw mat and an urn contained the weight of a life.

Yao Wenlan heard about the girl's experience from Wen Li, and asked him to accompany her. The 16-year-old child was lonely and helpless, holding the urn alone.

Wen Li nonsensically said: "So I'm lucky."

But Yao Wenlan understood. She and Wen Li accompanied the girl to the public welfare cemetery. The tombs here are cheap, 500 yuan each. People have come to see it.

When Wen Yue left, she bought a new mobile phone for the girl, and left a card, saying that she would send money to Li regularly every month, so that she would not have to worry about money, so that she could finish high school well and go to university. You will be happy too.

The girl asked him why he helped her.

Wen Li told her: "I'm afraid that you will be disappointed in this world. When I saw you for the first time, there was no light in your eyes."

It might be a bit secondary to say this, Wen Li smiled, "Just treat me as a stranger who has been rushed in blood."

They haven't seen each other since, and at most they communicated by phone. In June of this year, the girl called to tell Wen Li that she had done well in the college entrance examination and had chosen a university in the south. Grandpa said that was the place where grandma lived, and she wanted to go there. have a look.

Wen Yue congratulated her for being named on the gold list.

When she was about to hang up the phone, she said, "Thank you for helping me at that time. If it weren't for you, I might have gone with grandpa."

Wen Yue smiled.

He was just feeling the scene, as if seeing himself in a parallel world, he was not helping her, but helping himself.He is essentially a very petty person, indifferent and reticent, just like Zheng Lijun once commented.

She has a smile on the surface, but her heart is as hard as iron.

Yao Wenlan sighed: "Looking at Elder Yan's appearance, I am afraid that one day I will suddenly be like this, what should I do?"

The hospital is a place that contains too many negative human emotions, and its color tone is cold white or lifeless gray.

It was the first time for Yao Wenlan to worry about the future together in front of Wen Yue. Wen Yue held her hand: "No, you will always be fine. You will always be with me."

This is a lie.

Both know.

Wen Li has long passed the age at which illness needs to be concealed. Yao Wenlan is still young, less than fifty, and she can clearly feel that her physical condition is declining. Pancreatic cancer has a very low chance of being cured.

"The girl I met in the hospital should be in college now, right? The new semester has started, and I don't know how she is adapting. Have you asked?" Yao Wenlan said.

Wen Li shook his head: "She didn't call."

"Maybe I'm busy in the new semester." Yao Wenlan smiled slightly, "I was worried about you a while ago, and I kept dreaming about her in my dreams. I always thought it was a sign of something. Sure enough, after you and Xiao Cheng got married, you Never had a dream."

Wen Li wanted to ask what was the connection between these two incidents, but stopped on the verge of speaking.

The picture of the girl alone holding the ashes of her grandfather came to his mind.

He didn't know whether to cry or laugh, and finally covered Yao Wenlan's quilt, and found an excuse to leave: "I'm going out to see Brother Sheng."

Elder Yan's assistant was sitting on the bench outside the ward with Cheng Mosheng. The assistant said that he had already contacted Elder Yan's family, and they should be there this afternoon if nothing unexpected happened.

"We got in touch?" To be honest, Cheng Mosheng didn't know as much about the Yan family as his parents did. He asked, "Who did I get in touch with?"

"Old Yan's son. I heard that Mr. Yan will bring his son with him. Young Master Yan has been abroad all these years, and this morning's air ticket, counting the time, is almost here now."

When the assistant mentioned the time, Cheng Mosheng realized that it was almost noon. He apologized and said goodbye, and there was still work in the afternoon.

The assistant expressed understanding and said that he would notify them when Mr. Yan woke up, "I won't invite you for lunch. I still have to guard Mr. Yan, forgive me."

"It's okay, it's your job."

Cheng Mosheng and Wen Yue left together. Before leaving, he asked Yao Wenlan what he would like to eat for lunch. It was too late to make it, but he could buy it back.

Yao Wenlan shook his head, "Do your own work and leave me alone."

In the parking lot of the hospital, Wen Yue seemed to see a familiar figure from behind, but he disappeared after a flash, and he didn't remember who it was for a moment.

In the afternoon, Wen Li's job was not to go back to the coffee shop, but to be the boss of a certain subsidiary of the Cheng family, because Cheng's father recalled several distant relatives of the Cheng family a few days ago, each of them divided a subsidiary, and established rules, It is said that after one year, whoever manages the best will be the chairman of the board in the future.

Isn't this a good thing for the pie in the sky.

Several distant relatives of the Cheng family were ecstatic. You must know that it was not their turn to manage the core business of the family before. How can you not like the core opportunity?

Compared to the happiness of the others, Wen Li was a little stunned. Cheng Mosheng was there when the news was announced. He tugged on Cheng Mosheng's sleeve and whispered: "What's going on?"

Cheng Mosheng said calmly, "I guess it was the assessment that Dad gave you."

He continued: "You must do your best, otherwise, according to my father's temperament, this company may not really be mine in the future."

Wen Yue didn't understand very well, why was he pushed away and put on the shelves?

"Didn't we set a one-year deadline?" He whispered in Cheng Mosheng's ear.

"I don't know why my dad suddenly went crazy, but you must help me." Cheng Mosheng was miserable.

Wen Li: "..."

He reasonably suspected that this was a play staged by the father and son together.

Although he was skeptical, Wen Li still softened his heart towards Cheng Mosheng, even though he didn't understand why he was insisted on taking over the company, the CEO can be hired from outside, as long as Cheng Mosheng is firmly in the position of chairman - that's not right, he is the prince, As long as you take the position of chairman...

Not really.

He has never seen a chairman who goes to the hospital every day to perform surgery on people.