Chapter 52 A-5

The next morning, when Sang Li woke up, Ma Yu had already tidied up, sitting beside her bed, looking at her with a smile. She wasn't surprised either, she just smiled, reached out to touch her swollen eyes, and asked Ma Yu, "Can I see people like this?" Ma Yu smiled: "I thought you would care more about what happened last night." Sang Li laughed out loud, reached out to grab his hand, and ordered him: "Give me a hand." With a little force, Ma Yu pulled Sang Li up from the bed, took her clothes from the side, looked at her and said, "Changing clothes, go to eat first, and then go to the hospital."

Sang Li didn't speak, but lay on his shoulders, holding the shirt around his waist with both hands.His face rubbed against the slightly convex stripes of his shirt, and he could still smell a little bit of detergent. Seeing that she was silent, Ma Yu reached out and rubbed her head: "Nan Yang called just now and said that your father is fine, let's go and see him, you decide whether to stay here or go back." "Go back," Sang Li resolutely said, "Since you're fine, go back." There was no expression on her face, Ma Yu couldn't help but sighed, but didn't speak.

Sang Yuecheng's spirit has obviously improved a lot. In the brightly lit ward, he looked at Sang Li and then at Ma Yu. He didn't speak, but sighed deeply. Sang Li was expressionless, just looking at his face, as if waiting for him to speak first. During the stalemate, Chang Qing walked in with a thermos bottle, Xu Shi suddenly saw so many people standing in the ward, she was still a little surprised, when she saw that it was Sang Li, she couldn't help but exclaimed: "Little Li! ?” Sang Li nodded slightly, and called dryly: "Aunt Chang." After a pause, she still looked at Sang Yuecheng and said, "Dad, we're leaving."

Sang Yuecheng's eyes were complicated, and he wanted to say something, but he hesitated.It was Chang Qing who saw his thoughts and asked Sang Li with a smile: "Don't worry, why did you see me and leave?" She said so, and Sang Li had no choice but to answer: "No, Aunt Chang, don't get me wrong." Chang Qing glanced at Sang Li curiously, then at Ma Yu, and asked, "Xiao Li, why don't you introduce me?" Sang Li had no choice but to reach out and gesture twice: "Ma Yu, my neighbor—" Seeing Ma Yu staring at himself, he had no choice but to add: "My fiance."

I thought in my heart, I really lifted a rock and shot myself in the foot. As expected, Chang Qing's attention was diverted. When she heard this sentence, she hurriedly put down the things in her hands, turned around and looked at Ma Yu seriously, and said with a smile, "You are really a good-looking talent. Is Mr. Ma? What can you do?" Ma Yu replied respectfully: "I open a cultural company, mainly doing some exhibitions and art performances." "Oh," Chang Qing nodded, and asked Ma Yu with a smile, "Where is Mr. Ma's house? Who else is there?"

Ma Yu looked at Sangli, and answered Chang Qing with a smile: "Auntie, you should call me Ma Yu. My parents passed away early, and now I live with my daughter. I have been divorced, and my daughter is 4 years old this year." There was a brief silence in the air, Chang Qing looked back at Sang Yuecheng, but couldn't see any special expression on his face, so he could only break the deadlock with a smile: "Then your daughter must be very cute, if you have a chance, bring her back for a reunion." Ma Yu nodded, smiled and replied, "Okay, thank you, Auntie." Chang Qing smiled again, turned her head and asked Sang Li: "Xiao Li, you didn't tell me, how have you been these past few years, and what work do you do now?"

Sang Li smiled slightly: "I don't have a job, Aunt Chang." Ma Yu looked at Sang Li puzzled, as if she didn't understand why she wanted to hide her business.But before he could speak, Nan Yang, who had been standing silently by the side, had already asked, "Xiao Li, didn't you open a coffee shop? How is the business?" Sang Li glared at Nan Yang, and replied perfunctorily, "It's okay." Chang Qing couldn't help laughing: "Xiao Li, you are still like a child." "You didn't like to tell us about you when you were a kid, and you still do," she said, filling a bowl with porridge.

She looked at Sang Li with a smile: "Yesterday I was still telling Nan Yang that I haven't seen you for several years, I don't know what's going on with you, but I didn't expect to see you today." She sighed with emotion: "Time flies so fast, you and Miaomiao have grown up in a blink of an eye." Hearing her mention Tian Miao, Sang Li felt a little bitter in his heart.She hesitated, but still asked, "Where is Tian Miao now?" Chang Qing seemed a little surprised that she was interested in Tian Miao's whereabouts, so she answered in a straightforward manner, "Miaomiao graduated from graduate school last year and went to work as an interpreter in a company."

At this time, footsteps were heard in the corridor, Nan Yang looked up, and said to Sang Yuecheng, "Uncle, the doctor is here for rounds." Sang Yuecheng didn't speak, just nodded wearily. Sang Li saw it and hurriedly said to Chang Qing: "Aunt Chang, let's go first, and come back later." She seemed to be ruthless before she made the promise of "come back again". Chang Qing nodded, looked at Sang Yuecheng, and told Nan Yang helplessly: "Yang Yang, please help me guard it, I will send Xiaoli off." .” Seeing Nan Yang nodding, she turned around and sent Sang Li out.

From the beginning to the end, Sang Yuecheng did not speak, and before Sang Li left, he did not look back at his father again. Nan Yang noticed Sang Yuecheng's eyes watching Sang Li go out, so he could only sigh quietly in his heart. Standing at the entrance of the hospital, Chang Qing took Sang Li's hand——June Tian, ​​Sang Li's hand was still so cold. Under the scorching sun, Chang Qing's expression hesitated, looked at Ma Yu, and asked, "Xiao Li, is your health better?" Sang Li was taken aback for a moment, then nodded.Ma Yu looked at Sang Li in confusion, but didn't say anything.

Chang Qing sighed softly: "Xiao Li, there are no parents who don't love their children. Your father may be a little strict with you, but you also know that he has that kind of temper." Sang Li said "hmm" without answering. Chang Qing hesitated, and finally said: "Actually, he won't live long, maybe a year, maybe half a year..." Ma Yu gasped. He turned to look at Sang Li, but found that she had no expression at all. Chang Qing looked at their appearance, and smiled wryly: "Xiao Li, do you still hate him? In fact, your father has always missed you, and sometimes he would ask me, saying, 'If one day I'm gone, go down and see Xiaofei, do you think she will blame me for treating Xiaoli badly?" Chang Qing sighed: "Xiao Li, I beg you, Auntie, please reconcile." Sang Li lowered her head and did not speak. After a long time, when everyone was about to be overwhelmed by the dull air, she heard her say in a low voice: "It's too late, auntie." She raised her head, her eyes were cold: "I came back this time to find a chance to repay him for raising me for eighteen years. But I'm really sorry, Auntie. I didn't think I could give him anything back except money." She looked at Chang Qing, and said slowly: "I have already prepaid the hospitalization fee just now, and the amount is enough for him to be treated here for a year or even longer." "Xiao Li, you—" Chang Qing was a little anxious, "He is your father after all, how can you say that?" After hearing this, Sang Li suddenly laughed.Her smile, so bleak, so sad. At this time, the wind blew over, carrying the heat of June, but it suddenly made Chang Qing shiver in astonishment.Ma Yu also stared wide-eyed, looking at Sang Li in surprise, seeing her smile gradually turn into a gorgeous and strange flower like a poppy. She stared into Chang Qing's eyes, her voice was cold, and her smile was hopeless. She said: "Auntie, three years ago, I almost didn't live long. It was also at that time that Sang Yuecheng told me that he said that Sang Li was your own fault. My blood. After hearing this sentence, all thoughts are lost and I want to die." She paused, and said coldly again: "You know, auntie, no one knows who my father is. I, as a person, represent a humiliating secret, my mother's humiliation, and Sang Yuecheng's secret .” On a June day, the sea-salty air outside the window was still filled with the sweet and greasy aroma of hibiscus. Ma Yu, Chang Qing, and even Nan Yang who had just walked out of the ward looked at her with great shock and amazement. And she looked into Chang Qing's eyes, and spoke slowly and clearly: "Auntie, in the past twenty-eight years, it is estimated that only the household registration book can show our father-daughter relationship. It's not that you haven't seen it, I have grown up so much, okay That part was earned by my own hard work, and the bad part is what I deserved. Although he is my father, none of this has anything to do with him." In the humid air, she turned her head, bit her lips tightly, and looked out the window motionlessly. In the reflection of the glass, the 28-year-old Sang Li is still very beautiful. But she knew that after nine years, she had changed so much.