Rebirth of the 90s: Dear Cub
Chapter 94: He suspects someone is plotting against him
"Yueyue? Yueyue's? Are you still listening?" Dong Wangshu called several times, anxious and guilty.
He did not know whether to tell Yueyue the news was true or false.
As he studied in the past, he could see the difference between Yueyue and Fu Yanchi.
However, Fu Yanchi's health was very poor, frankly, I don't know when, people might say that they're gone.
Wouldn't it be sad again when the moon comes?
"Forget it, I haven't seen him in years, and there's nothing to mention, don't talk about him—"
Dong Wangshu wanted to laugh and bring this topic to the past, so he heard the woman across there saying calmly, "How is she doing now?"
His tone was calm, nothing strange, as if greeting an ordinary classmate.
Dong Wangshu heaved a sigh of relief, and his tone became relaxed, "He was saved. My brother went to visit him with someone in the morning, and said that he was awake. Other than looking weaker, there's no big deal."
"okay."
"By the way, Fu Yanchi said after he got out of the hospital, we old classmates would be invited to dinner. You wanna come?"
"Not gone."
“OK, because you don't want to go, then I won't go either, and I don't know him very well.” Dong Wangshu quickly changed the subject, and said happily, "Yueyue, where are you now?"
“In Taoxi Village.”
"!" Dong Wangshu shouted, "Don't call me! I want to play too, wait for me, I'll go there now!"
“Do not come, too noisy and annoying.”
Dong Wangshu was so angry that he hung up the phone.
After the phone closed, he slapped himself on the forehead again, "I forgot to ask the most important thing!"
In the morning, she went to the department store to buy shoes, and she heard from a salesman she knew that Yueyue had brought a little girl to the building yesterday to go shopping. The little girl called Yueyue her mother?
The little girl must have been Qiqi, but when did Yueyue recognize Qiqi as her daughter?
Leave him again!
Here, Qiqi and her friends were watching Uncle Zhou's comedy reruns, and her friends were laughing so hard they leaned forward and backward.
Only Qiqi did not appear on TV, her eyes often staring at the woman standing in the courtyard.
By midday, the sun rises high and the sun is blazing.
Currently, the villagers did not dare to descend to the ground to hide from the sunlight.
But my mother had long stood in the blazing sun, motionless.
Qiqi became increasingly worried as she looked, got up and picked up a long-handled umbrella on the bench that was attached to the wall and ran out.
When he came to the woman, he opened the umbrella, tiptoed and tried to lift the umbrella up high, blocking the blazing sun for the woman.
“Bu, are you unhappy?” He pursed his lips and asked gently.
Song Yueliang lowered her head, and then looked into the worried eyes of her daughter. Behind his worries, there was a hint of unease.
“Qiqi, fear not, mother not unhappy.” She opened her mouth to comfort her daughter, only to realize that her throat was severely blocked.
Even what he said was inconclusive.
Even a child cannot hide it.
In her daughter's clear eyes, her embarrassment seemed to be invisible.
Song Yueliang crouched down slowly, reached out and hugged her daughter, drawing strength from her small body, "Mother is a little unhappy. Let Qi Qi embrace her, and mother will get better."
“Then mother, please hug me for a moment.”
"Good....Qiqi was worried that her mother was exposed to the sun, so why didn't she take her in? That way he won't have to hold an umbrella."
“There are many people in the room, I think Mom wants to stay here alone, I can accompany you.” A soft and soft voice rang out in the ears, which seemed to have the ability to heal people's hearts, "I can hold an umbrella for Mom, a little Not tired."
Song Yueliang felt her throat getting tight, and she hugged her daughter even tighter.
But at this time, under the umbrella held by her daughter, she let go of her panic and fragility, and no longer tried to hide her disguise.
After putting down her umbrella and standing up, she was still Song Yueliang whom everyone in Huicheng's circle feared.
…
The Huicheng Hospital.
VIP ward on the third floor.
Fu Yanchi sat on the hospital bed, his eyes and eyebrows were full of helplessness.
The small table beside her was already filled with garlands and fruit baskets, all reminding her that she was now a patient.
“Uncle Gui, patient should rest.” So can you stop letting people in.
Is the VIP ward so relaxed?
Uncle Gui replied respectfully, "Master Fu, Master Fu has told you not to stop someone from visiting you, so that he believes that you are still alive."
Fu Yanchi looked at the man.
He was still alive, and someone came to visit him. He said there was no necessary connection between the two.
It wasn't that he died, so someone came to send a bouquet of flowers.
Ringing ringing—
Uncle Gui's phone rang.
This morning, other than Fu Yanchi who was lying on the bed, people could admire him, and Uncle Gui's eldest brother was the busiest.
"Hello? Third floor hospitalization section, Ward 303." Uncle Gui hung up the phone and looked up to report, "Master Fu, Miss Song is here to visit you."
Fu Yanchi swayed and hit the table next to him. The flowers and fruits on the table were scattered on the floor, "Uncle Gui, quickly clean up all this! It's too late, sweep it under the bed, quick!"
After speaking, Fu Yanchi immediately lay down, with the blanket pulled up to his neck, his hands gracefully folded over his stomach, his head tilted, and he looked weak and dying.
Uncle Gui looked at the fruits strewn on the floor, then at someone who was moving very neatly, and lowered his head in silence.
The door was knocked from the outside.
Uncle Gui went to open the door, "Miss Song."
“Uncle Gui, long time no see.” The woman's voice sounded soft, “I'm here to meet Ah Chi, how's it going?”
Fu Yanchi sat down, then continued his sitting and lying posture, with a smooth movement.
"I can still breathe." He said in a weak tone, "How widespread is the news about my hospitalization spread? There were more than a dozen waves of people who came this morning."
After speaking, he looked towards Song Ziyun, "Miss Song, can you help me? Tell old classmates and old friends who will come, if you want to come, can you form a group?"
It was like a one wheel race after another. He sighed in relief in the morning, and now he only had half a breath left.
He suspected that someone was planning to fight him.
Song Ziyun chuckled, and walked slowly towards the hospital bed, "There are a lot of people coming to visit you, meaning you are very popular, Ah Chi."
"I can't name half of the people who came to visit. I have been leaving Huicheng for several years, and I have never met anyone in the middle of it. They all came out as soon as I was hospitalized. I don't' I don't have mine for them to inherit."
As if he had gotten used to the man speaking nonsense, Song Ziyun smiled naturally, "I'm not here to inherit the mine. I spoke to Aunt Meng on the phone in the morning, and she said she was going to Huicheng, and she should be on the plane now."
Fu Yanchi was stunned for a moment, "Uncle Gui, you didn't tell me."
Uncle Gui, "Mrs didn't tell me, Mr. Fu."
“Does that old man know?”
"I'll call and ask."
"..."
Fu Yanchi has a headache.