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From time to time, the hospital was accompanied by her grandfather silently. From time to time, Mu Chen and Jiang Hao would go to the long table in the coffee shop to do homework and help her with tuition. The school also explained the situation to the principal with the help of the two of them. Allowed to return to school for next semester.

This kind of life is just like a dream.

Sometimes she even wonders whether it will continue to be so smooth in the future. She can go back to school smoothly, work in a coffee shop to make money, and her grandfather's condition may improve. She will continue to work hard and pay back little by little. The favor of friends, and then continue to grow until she can help others like Jiang Hao and Mu Chen.

It's too dreamy, she sometimes laughs at her naivety, but she can't help but dream about such a beautiful future.

Maybe God will really care about it.

Holding on to hope, she lived step by step day by day.

Until that day, when she was working in a coffee shop, she got a call from the hospital.

"Excuse me, are you Li Zhengxin's family member? The patient's condition has suddenly deteriorated..." The voice on the phone suddenly became indistinct, hitting her heart hard like a hammer, and her face suddenly turned pale, scaring Shang Yuxi He hurriedly asked her if she was uncomfortable, but Lu Qi seemed to be unable to hear anything, and just murmured "I want to go back, I want to go back".

Hearing Shang Yuxi's shout, Zheng Feng noticed something, and immediately rushed to the back kitchen without thinking about work. Hearing Lu Qi's words, he dragged her out of the shop and got into the car without saying a word.

The car drove to the fastest speed, the wind whizzed back in the ear, Lu Qi's out-of-control voice gradually disappeared, and Zheng Feng felt the heat and humidity on his back.

Lu Qi cried, not crying hoarsely, but silently, quietly, without disturbing anyone.

Zheng Feng faintly hallucinated, as if seeing himself a few years ago.

At that time, he was also so helpless. He watched helplessly as his relative's condition continued to deteriorate and he was getting closer and closer to death, but there was nothing he could do.

He couldn't say any words of comfort, and he knew that it was useless to say anything now, but he took Lu Qi to the second hospital without saying a word, and followed her to the door of the ward.

The second floor of the inpatient department, Ward 203.

An old man was lying on the bed, his face so haggard that he couldn't see his original face, his eyes were dull, his breathing was short and weak, like a thin thread, which would break if he flicked it lightly, and the curve fluctuations on the electrocardiogram were extremely unstable .

Several doctors started first aid directly in the single ward, the urgency of the situation can be imagined.

Lu Qi stood at the door of the ward, but she didn't dare to go any further.

After a few seconds, and it seemed like a long time, the electrocardiogram became a straight line.

She finally couldn't hold it anymore, and fell to her knees on the ground, her tears were like broken beads, and she couldn't stop.

What she has to face is the grandfather who can no longer breathe on the hospital bed, the fact that he has no relatives anymore, and the innocuous "I'm sorry, we tried our best".

How will she face it?Even though such a day had been expected for a long time, when it actually came, it was still so unacceptable.

The person who loved her the most in this world, her only relative, dear grandpa, left her forever.

She couldn't accept this fact.

Zheng Feng pulled her up from the ground, watched her leave in a daze, unwilling to accept anyone's help, felt very sad, but didn't know what to say.

She looked too fragile, like a small flower made of paper, which would fall apart at the slightest touch.

He has experienced such pain before and can empathize with it, but he has no experience in comforting others.Facing such a fragile Lu Qi, he was at a loss.

For the first time, he was worried and sad for another person, and even tossed and turned all night, because as soon as he closed his eyes, the image of Lu Qi sitting on the ground would appear in his mind, which made his heart throbbing.

In the next few days, he didn't see Lu Qi.

From time to time, I could hear from Mu Chen that Lu Qi had brought back his grandfather's urn, that Jiang Hao had arranged a cemetery for the dead, and that Lu Qi locked herself at home and refused to come out no matter what.

He was very worried about this little sister he had just met, so he couldn't help but devote more attention to her.He believes that this is because of the sympathy and sympathy they have experienced through similar experiences.

He was thinking of her in his heart, and he was a little absent-minded when doing other things, and even made a mistake in the list of several guests.

"Brother Feng, just now the customer said that milk is added without sugar, why did you mark it as sugar and milk?"

"Brother Feng, the last customer's order was not entered..."

"Zheng Feng, I just asked you to deliver coffee at table two, why didn't you go now?"

"..."

He kept saying "sorry" and made another mistake again, until Shang Yuxi finally couldn't help it after get off work one day, and asked him angrily: "Zheng Feng, what's the matter with you, did you do it on purpose? Didn't you A person who makes fun of everyone's hard work."

"I'm sorry." Zheng Feng knew that he was wronged, and obediently received the scolding, but he was not at all like his usual big brother.

Brother Zhao noticed Zheng Feng's abnormal mood, and said to him gently: "I think Xiaofeng is too tired, and he usually worries a lot about things in the store. Let's see this, tomorrow is not a weekend, and there are fewer customers. You might as well give yourself a vacation, we are here."

Zheng Feng took this step and once again sincerely apologized to everyone.

He really needs to take this leave. He has to go and see how Lu Qi is doing.

People who lose everything are always on the edge of a cliff, and if they are not careful, they will be doomed. He has experienced such fear before, and he can't bear to let a girl bear it alone.

This might be a chance God gave him to help...his past self.

56. The wind blows and the flag moves

Following the address Mu Chen gave him, Zheng Feng found a residential area outside the city.

This residential area is far outside the suburbs, far away from the urban area, but it has not been classified under another sub-administrative area, and it is still part of Liucheng urban area.

The houses here are all extremely old brick houses or mud houses, with walls next to walls and courtyards crowded into courtyards, which is as crowded as the place where he lived when he was a child.The houses were too old, and many of them had collapsed to the point where only half of them remained, exposing the simple structure of the interior, and weeds grew on the beams.Abandoned houses remained where they were, and the remaining half was crumbling and threatening the safety of the surrounding residents, but there was still no one to manage them.

Like an isolated island abandoned in the middle of the sea.

There are only a series of intersecting, vertical and horizontal paths that can pass between the houses. Only one person can pass through the narrow ones, and they are sometimes wide and sometimes narrow. Zheng Feng has to turn sideways to pass when he walks to some places.

After turning the No. 11 fork after entering, Zheng Feng came to a low building door.

The number at the door has been blurred, and the numbers "8" and "3" can be vaguely recognized. The only sign that can confirm that this is the destination is the words written on the wall with red paint.

"Repay the money! Little bastard!"

"Your parents gave birth to you after eating dung, pay me back the money!"

"If you can run away, your parents can't run away, you little bitch!"

"..."

[Mu Chen: That day I went to her old house with Jiang Hao to help clean up Grandpa Li’s belongings. I saw that all the obscenities and obscenities were written on the outer wall of her house. ... She is still hiding something. ]

Ever since Grandpa Lu Qi had an accident, Brother Zheng and Mu Chen knew a lot about Lu Qi. Seeing that Zheng Feng really cared about Lu Qi, Mu Chen told him everything. The despicable behavior of the parents, anyone can imagine that the couple must have left a lot of unpaid debts before they ran away.

Everything is left to a little underage girl to bear.

It is not as good as pigs and dogs.

Zheng Feng stepped forward to knock on the door, but found that the old rusty door was not locked at all, and it opened with a little push.

He walked into the yard, and saw that the dilapidated yard was surprisingly tidy. The roots of some weeds had not been removed, and they were green and green between the bricks. It seemed that the weeds had just been cleared a few days ago, but it was a bit brand new. a feeling of.The surrounding walls seemed to have been cleaned, and there was very little dust. Only the old white couplets were pasted on both sides of the door of the hut, showing the oldness of the house.

The window pane was a little yellow, from which one could vaguely see the girl in the room sitting on a small wooden bench, bent over and writing something.She was still wearing a high ponytail, and her hair fell down her shoulders as she bent over, gently covering the white collarbone exposed from the neckline of the T-shirt, which was indescribably pure and charming.

Zheng Feng walked into the room lightly, as if he was afraid of disturbing the girl in the back room, but when he walked to the door of the back room, he coughed deliberately, a gentleman expressing that he did not intend to peep.

Hearing the sound, the girl stood up and turned around, still holding a writing brush with a slightly bald tip in her hand.

"Brother Zheng Feng, why are you here?" Her tone of voice was the same, only there was an imperceptible slight tremor at the end, as if she had noticed this imperfect little loophole, and she tried to cover it up with a forced smile.

Zheng Feng walked to the wooden bench and looked down at the calligraphy Lu Qi had just written.

[Du Yuming lingers around the tomb, weeping for the dead, and the incense candles fluttering, but there is no response]

Zheng Feng has seen Zhao Mingxiao and Monk Yuxi practice calligraphy, and has also been a teacher, so he has some understanding of these.There are traces of careful practice between the strokes of this painting, but the finishing strokes are a little sloppy, as if caused by inattention.

Lu Qi looked at Zheng Feng's side face, watched him carefully scrutinizing the words he wrote, and felt a little uneasy in his heart