Chapter 125 A call from Beijing
They officially boarded the plane at five o'clock in the morning, and landed in Shanghai more than two hours later. The driver was already waiting for them.
Sang Nanxi didn't sleep all night, her eyes were red and swollen. When the cold and wet wind in Shanghai blew, her eyes shed tears uncontrollably.
The driver is also an old man from the Sang family. He has watched Sang Nanxi grow up since he was a child, and he also cares about it as his own child.
The driver quickly took the bags from the two of them, welcomed them into the car, and said hurriedly: "Hey, why are you crying like this, Nanxi, your dad is fine, don't worry."
Sang Nanxi nodded, huddled his neck in his collar, half of his face was covered, and said no more.
Wen Qingheng ran with her all night. The car started slowly and passed through the strong wind. In this silence, the whistling wind turned into white noise, and his eyelids gradually became heavy.
The phone vibrated slightly in the palm of her hand. It was a message from Chen Zhixia, asking her if she was okay and asking her to send her medical records and ask about her parents.
She was confused at the time, her mind went blank, and she couldn't think of anything to ask Father Chen and Mother Chen for help.
Who did she think of in those few seconds?
Sang Nanxi replied briefly, then turned off the screen and looked out the window silently. In just a few hours, the two cities had completely different scenery.
There is no white snow, but it rained last night. Driving at high speed, the splashing water mist slapped on the car window from time to time, blurring the scene in front of me.
In this hazy mist, the car drove into the hospital, and Yang Yun was already waiting for her at the door.
It is raining lightly in Yicheng.
When Sang Nanxi got out of the car, her steps were frivolous. Wen Qingheng gave her a hand behind her and then she stood firm.
Yang Yun also had a tired look on her face, but she couldn't show her timidity in front of the child anymore. He took her hand and led her to the ward: "Have you eaten anything?"
Sang Nanxi She sniffed and said, "I want to see dad first."
Yang Yun rubbed her hands and explained to her, "You Dad has just been transferred from the intensive care unit to the ward, and he just fell asleep not long ago. Nanxi, he is fine now, don’t worry."
Wen Qingheng followed her, and he accompanied people in the corridor. There was someone accompanying her beside her, but her back wrapped in a large black down jacket looked so isolated and helpless.
When she reached the door, she paused and said softly: "I'll go in by myself."
A door separates the inside and outside of the house into two worlds.
Sang Nanxi walked lightly into the house, and the sound of the clothes being rubbed while walking inevitably sounded in the house.
The man who was sleeping lightly opened his eyelids slightly, with great surprise in his eyes.
Sang Nanxi met Sang Mingde’s gaze, choked with sobs and shrugged her shoulders, like a child who had made a mistake, she walked to him and grabbed his hand, her “Dad” choked. In his throat, his voice trembled so much that he couldn't speak.
Sang Mingde's speech was not clear, and half of her face was stiff and unable to express. The face she was most familiar with now looked a little ferocious: "Nanny... why are you back?"
Sang Nanxi's heart suddenly fell. In her memory, her father had the tallest figure and would lift her high.
When Sang Mingde was a child, she went to pick her up. Everyone envied her and said her father was so good-looking.
She had never seen Sang Mingde look so embarrassed.
Listening to his words, Sang Nanxi could only vaguely guess the meaning of his words. She didn't dare to hold Sang Mingde's hand hard, and tears fell in clusters.
Sang Mingde hooked her fingertips, coaxing her in a low voice like he did when he was a child: "Don't cry, don't cry... I'm not afraid..."
After a few words, Sang Mingde couldn't help but drool overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
Sang Nanxi took a tissue in a panic and help him wipe it off bit by bit. He cried and shook his head and said, "Dad, I'm not afraid. You have a good rest. I'll be here with you."< br>
Sang Mingde’s fingertips moved slightly, tapping on her In the palm of his hand, he rejected her request to stay: "Go home."
Sang Nanxi's face was full of tears, and he pursed his lips and said, "I don't want it, I want to stay here with you." The father and daughter faced off silently, but this time, it was Sang Nanxi who gave up.
Yang Yun walked her to the door of the hospital and said: "Stay up for a long time. Go home and rest for a while. It's because Auntie is not good and she scared you."
Sang Nanxi said: "Auntie, then I Come back tonight.”
Yang Yun rubbed her head: "Come back tomorrow morning and have a good sleep first. Your father feels that he is embarrassed like this and doesn't want you to see him."
Say that. , Yang Yun turned around and looked at the person behind her. The face that combines Eastern and Western expressions, and the few words he just chatted with outside the ward. Although he didn't understand the person well, he could vaguely feel that he was a reliable person: "Qingheng, please take care of Nanxi."
< br>Wen Qingheng nodded in agreement, "I will."
The distance from the hospital to my home is only ten minutes, not too far.
Sang Nanxi's mood calmed down a lot after meeting Sang Mingde, "Qingheng, thank you today."
She still subconsciously thanked him.
Wen Qingheng's hand stayed in the air for a few seconds. After thinking for a few times, he just patted her back: "Okay, are you relieved now?"
Sang Nanxi hummed and turned to look at him: "Isaiah's side..."
"I asked, it's no problem. You should let yourself have a good sleep now."
The car turned into a small road, and the place where she grew up gradually appeared in front of her.
We prepared a guest room at home, and my aunt had been waiting at the door early. She felt very distressed when she saw her, so she put her arm around her shoulders and said, "My dear girl, why are your eyes swollen like this?"
Wen Qingheng took the bag down, and the aunt enthusiastically took Wen Qingheng’s hand: "This is Nannan's friend, aren't you? Are you tired? The room is ready. Let's have a good sleep after dinner."
Originally, Sang Nanxi had no appetite, but the aunt took one chopstick of meat on the left and a chopstick of vegetables on the right. put it into her bowl, and kept telling her that she was too thin and that she had to eat it properly before letting her off the table.
Sang Nanxi ate until her stomach bulged, and then her aunt let her go.
Wen Qingheng’s room is at the end of the corridor on the second floor.
Sang Nanxi sent him to the door of the room: "If you are missing something, tell me and I will ask someone to buy it for you."
"I got it, go back and have a rest. ."
Sang Nanxi nodded, "Then I will go back to the room."
As soon as she turned around, her waist tightened suddenly, and his tall body pressed against her back. The smell of wine from last night had long since dissipated, and he said in a warm voice: "Xi, I wish you a good dream."
This hug only lasted a few seconds. It was much shorter than the hug that comforted her last night, but it made people feel much more relaxed.
Wen Qingheng woke up at seven o'clock in the evening. He walked downstairs and stood by the window. There was a swing set up in the small garden outside, swaying gently in the wind. One can imagine Sang Nanxi sitting on it with a smiling face.
The hazy weather over Yicheng has not dissipated, and it is getting late. My aunt is cooking dinner in the kitchen. The house is quiet except for the sound of her cooking.
The house is full of traces of Sang Nanxi’s life, including photos of her when she was a child, or the awards she won.
Wen Qingheng was a little lucky that he was the one accompanying her at the moment.
Sang Nanxi's cell phone on the table was vibrating. He took a closer look and saw without making a note that it was a call from Beijing North.
(End of this chapter)