Chapter 50 A-3

"can!" The next second, the man suddenly said this. Sang Li was stunned for a moment, a little confused: "Huh?" Ma Yu threw away the cigarette butt, restarted the car, and then pressed the phone button and said: "I can accept it anyway, so we can start dating seriously from now on. Now I will ask the secretary to book the latest flight back to your home , let's go back and see your father." Sang Li was completely shocked, just staring blankly at Ma Yu's phone call to book a flight, then started the car, boarded the viaduct, and drove to "Sakura Garden Green View" at a speed of 90 kilometers per hour while there were not many people at noon.It seemed that the speedometer flashed N times in the middle, and Ma Yu was still in the mood to joke: "I don't know if the 12 points this year are enough to deduct?"

After he finished speaking, Sang Li came back to his senses and subconsciously grabbed one of Ma Yu's sleeves: "I haven't said anything yet." "I already know a lot," he said without squinting. "Your name, gender, ethnicity, family members, political affiliation, whether you are married, ID number, what major do you study, what songs do you like to sing, what kind of food do you eat?" I know what you wear and what kind of clothes you wear. What does your past have to do with me? I just like Sangli who lives upstairs next door to ours. Now she lives a very regular life, behaves very well, and cooks very well. It's delicious, the house is clean, and of course it's a bit deserted..."

He turned his head to look at Sang Li, saw her clutching his sleeve in a daze, and said, "Loosen your hand, I still have to drive, if you do this again, I'll drive directly to the Civil Affairs Bureau!" Sang Li let go in panic, seeing the obvious smile on the corner of Ma Yu's lips, she was a little dizzy: the situation is changing too fast, a thousand miles a day!What was he talking about just now, why did he get to this point?The Civil Affairs Bureau... What does the Civil Affairs Bureau do? Dizzy all the way back to "Sakura Garden Green View", Ma Yu went home to settle in YOYO, and Sang Li went back to his home to pack his things.She stood blankly in the living room for 10 minutes, but still didn't know what to bring.

Really, want to go home? Sang Li's memory seems to be a little fuzzy: Is that home still the same as when I was a child?Time flies so fast, it has been six years in a flash.I haven't been back for six years, has the alley in Huashuli changed?Is the hibiscus tree engraved with its own name still there?Now, it will soon be the season of hibiscus fragrance... Just as he was thinking, Ma Yu came to knock on the door, and Sang Li opened the door. Seeing that Ma Yu was carrying a small travel bag in his hand, he heard him say, "Is it packed?" Sang Li shook his head, still confused.Ma Yu sighed and reminded each item after entering the door: "Change of clothes, toiletries, ID card..."

Sang Li found out everything and put it in a duffel bag.Ma Yu took it and took Sangli downstairs. A young woman was standing next to the black Audi downstairs. When she saw them coming out, she opened the car door with a smile and introduced herself: "Ms. Sang, hello, my name is Chen Wei, and I am Mr. Ma." Secretary, here to take you to the airport." Sang Li smiled at Chen Wei, got in the car, and listened to Chen Wei's report to Ma Yu along the way, and then Ma Yu arranged work for Chen Wei.Sang Li looked at Chen Wei sympathetically. Seeing her nodding in the passenger seat while writing vigorously, she could almost foresee how hard the secretary's life would be in the absence of Ma Yu.

After getting on the plane, Sang Li finally couldn't help sighing, and said to Ma Yu who was sitting next to him, "It's really not easy to be your secretary, one person is worth two people." Ma Yu smiled, stretched out his hand to pull down the sun visor on the window beside Sang Li, and wrapped his arms around her: "Go to sleep, we will be there when you wake up." His voice was firm, with an inexplicably reassuring power.Sang Li had mixed feelings, but just leaning on him, finally fell into a deep sleep. It was 11:30 when Sang Li woke up, and the plane landed three minutes later.Ma Yu took Sang Li's men off the plane, hailed a taxi from the airport, and went straight to the central hospital.It is about 30 kilometers from the airport to the central hospital, and Sangli's breathing becomes heavier every time he gets closer to the city.

Ma Yu felt it, and held Sang Li's hand tightly. Her hand was cold and her expression was tense.Ma Yu turned sideways, took Sang Li into his arms, and hugged her tightly.His embrace was so warm that Sang Li pressed his cold ear to Ma Yu's chest, and he could even hear the strong heartbeat through the shirt.Gradually, Sang Li felt that his trembling breathing gradually became steady. She didn't know what she was afraid of: was it her father's critical illness, or the upcoming meeting?Is it the acquaintances who don't want to see, or the fragmented memory that this city represents?

When there were still two intersections away from the Central Hospital, Sang Li dialed Nan Yang's phone, and after only one ring, he heard Nan Yang pick it up and said in a low voice, "Xiao Li?" Sang Li said in a deep voice, "I'll go to the hospital gate right away." Nan Yang was slightly taken aback, and quickly said, "Okay, I'll pick you up at the door." Hang up the phone, no more words. Sang Li leaned back into Ma Yu's arms wearily. Perhaps, at this moment, she finally knew: For the man beside her, his existence had become a part of her life that she was gradually getting used to.

People really can't stand against "habit". At the entrance of the hospital, Nan Yang froze for a moment when he saw Ma Yu, but he soon returned to normal. He stretched out his hand: "We meet again." Ma Yu nodded and shook back: "Thanks for your hard work." Sang Li watched the short greetings of the two men in front of him coldly, then followed Nan Yang into the ward building.Taking the elevator to the seventh floor, Nan Yang pushed open the door of a ward.Sang Li's footsteps paused subconsciously. Nan Yang noticed it and looked back at her without saying a word.

Ma Yu seemed to have noticed it too, so he held Sang Li's hand without making a sound, while the other hand slightly wrapped around Sang Li's waist, and gently pushed her into the door. Standing in front of the hospital bed, Sang Li stared blankly at the person in front of him, lost his mind for a few seconds: Is this person Sang Yuecheng? It seems that after six years of not seeing each other, he has aged a lot. His hair was gray, his wrinkles became deeper, and there was even a black halo under his eye sockets.In the silent ward, I don't know where Chang Qing went, and Tian Miao disappeared, only this once tall man was lying alone on the hospital bed.

Seemingly understanding Sang Li's question, Nan Yang gently explained: "Aunt Chang has been staring at her for a whole day, and I'll let her go back and have a rest." He stretched out his hand to tuck Sang Yuecheng's quilt, and moistened his lips with a cotton swab.When he did these things, he was so natural, as if he was Sang Yuecheng's son, and Sang Li was just an outsider who came to visit his doctor. This realization made Sang Li a little at a loss. However, at this moment, Sang Yuecheng gradually woke up from his deep sleep.He opened his eyes slightly, and it seemed that it took him a long time to adapt to the light in the ward in front of him.He asked Nan Yang hoarsely, "What time is it?" Nan Yang replied in a low voice, "It's twelve o'clock, uncle." He went on to say, "Uncle, look who's here." He stepped aside slightly so that Sang Yuecheng could see Sang Li and Ma Yu standing behind him.Sang Yuecheng looked in the direction behind him, but his eyes froze instantly! For a long time, there was no sound in the ward. It seemed that everyone was silent to the point of blocking their breath! I don't know how long it took before I heard Sang Yuecheng ask suspiciously, "Xiao Li?" Sang Li didn't speak, just stood there in a daze. "Xiao Li?" Sang Yuecheng asked again. Ma Yu pushed Sangli and pushed her to a position near the bed.It wasn't until she was completely close that she heard Sang Li's dry answer without any emotion: "It's me." Sang Yuecheng looked straight at Sang Li, his gaze seemed to penetrate Sang Li to another unknown time and space.Sang Li looked into his eyes, those fragments of the past danced messily in her mind, it seemed that she could still remember, but it was only six years ago, he slapped her hard and shouted loudly: Get out of here ! What else did he say that day?Oh, yes, he also said: Sang Li, your surname will not be Sang from now on, and I, Sang Yuecheng, did not have a daughter like you! After that day, she really left and never returned to that home.Apart from that conversation three years ago, they haven't even met each other again. However, in front of him was this person, this man who could knock her several meters away with a single slap, lying on a hospital bed, relying on oxygen tubes and infusions to maintain his life. This is really a contrast with strong irony. "Xiao Li, are you... okay?" After a long time, Sang Yuecheng finally spoke. Sang Li was stunned for a moment, as if he had worked hard to bring back his wandering thoughts.She didn't know how to answer him—is she all right? She is still alive, it seems that as long as she is alive, she is already fine. However, she is no longer the same as she used to be... In the silence, it was Nanyang who broke the awkward atmosphere before him and introduced Ma Yu to Sang Yuecheng: "Uncle, this is Mr. Ma. He is Xiaoli's neighbor and takes good care of him." Ma Yu stood in front and greeted respectfully: "Hi, uncle, my name is Ma Yu." "He's my fiancé—" Sang Li suddenly broke the quiet air in front of him, and declared expressionlessly. Nan Yang gasped. Sang Yuecheng's originally weak eyes seemed to become sharp in an instant. He fixed his eyes on Ma Yu, as if he wanted to see his heart. He tried his best to ask Ma Yu, "What are you doing...?" Ma Yu remained calm and replied respectfully, "Uncle, I'm starting a small company by myself, mainly doing some cultural projects." "Small company?" Sang Yuecheng looked at Ma Yu in disbelief. "Ah?" Ma Yu looked at Sang Yuecheng, a little puzzled why he was only interested in the size of the company, but he still told the truth, "I used to study in Germany, and it was only four or five years since I returned to China. It is a cultural project, so the company is not large.” Sang Yuecheng looked at Sang Li in confusion, but didn't speak.Sang Li sneered, and said, "Dad, are you weird? This time, I don't have a big money, but a small one, and the more I live, the more I go back, isn't it?" Sang Yuecheng didn't speak, but looked at Sang Li deeply.Nan Yang turned his head and scolded Sang Li: "Xiao Li, speak up!" Sang Li stopped talking. Perhaps because of talking too much, Sang Yuecheng finally lost his strength.He closed his eyes tiredly and stopped looking at the people around him.Under the light, he looked more haggard than when Sang Li first entered the door. Nan Yang gestured behind him, Ma Yu saw it, and said goodbye in a low voice: "Uncle, then we will come to see you tomorrow." As he spoke, he took Sang Li's hand and dragged her outside the door.After a while, Nan Yang also followed. In the quiet corridor, Nan Yang sighed and said to Sang Li: "Xiao Li, you go back first, I will guard here." He turned around and asked Ma Yu, "Mr. Ma, do you have a place to live?" Ma Yu nodded: "Call me Ma Yu. I booked a room at Holiday Inn before coming here, don't worry." He was a little apologetic: "I'm really sorry, we - can't help much." Nan Yang looked at Sang Li with a wry smile, and then looked back at Ma Yu: "It's okay, you're welcome, this is a problem left over from history, I just don't want Xiao Li to have any regrets, and I didn't expect her to be of any help." Sang Li looked up at Nan Yang, and said after a while: "Brother, my father will leave it to you, call me if you have anything to do." Nan Yang sighed deeply: "Xiaoli, isn't it good to let the past go? Why should the family be so stiff?" He stretched out his hands to rub the center of his brows, then looked up at Sang Li, with a tired and helpless tone, "I'm going abroad as a visiting scholar next month, so I can't take care of your dad for you anymore. If you're free, just stay with him." Sang Li looked out the window in silence, without saying a word, no one knew what she was thinking.