Chapter 64 Zhang Family
Shanghai Hospital Ward.
Taking Xiaoqiu all the way to the hospital and finding the bed the old lady mentioned, Suning stopped hesitantly at the door, which was only open a crack.
Looked down at the urn in his arms. If the seriously ill old man could not bear the blow and his condition worsened...
"Sister Ningning, I...I'm scared."
Xiaoqiu squeezed her hand tightly and tears welled up in Xiaoqiu's eyes. She had just experienced what happened to her mother, and she was particularly afraid of the familiar words "sick hospital".
Although I haven’t met my grandparents yet, when my mother mentions them from time to time, I don’t feel strange to them but have been looking forward to them for a long time.
"Xiaoqiu is good..."
"Who are you? Who are you looking for?"
Before Suning could comfort him carefully, a hoarse question came from behind.
Holding a hot water bottle in one hand and a white porcelain and red enamel basin in the other, Zhang Qi, who was wearing glasses, looked elegant, but the bloodshot eyes and newly sprouted stubble made him look a little more decadent.
Remembering that the brother Zhang Qin described was very consistent in body shape and appearance with the man in front of him, Suning turned sideways and took Xiaoqiu a few steps away from the door and walked forward.
"Hello, comrade, are you Zhang Qi?"
"I am, little comrade, are you looking for me?"
Zhang Qi, a little surprised, asked. He nodded and carefully looked at the two people in front of him again.
Wearing a scorpion braid, a floral shirt with short sleeves and black straight trousers, she looks exquisite, especially her pair of eyes that are like the bright stars in the night sky are so beautiful that she is absolutely unforgettable.
The little girl next to her, wearing a pink dress, looked even more tanned and thin. However, her facial features looked vaguely familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen her before.
Are you looking for him for such a freshman novel?
Zhang Qi was very sure that he didn’t know her at all.
"I am Suning, and this is Xiaoqiu. To be precise, Zhang Qin, your sister asked me..."
"Bang——"
"Wait a minute, who are you talking about?"
The enamel basin in his hand fell to the ground with a bang and spun around several times. The corridor was particularly noisy.
Ignoring the bump and knocking of several porcelain basins, Zhang Qi put down the handle of the kettle and asked repeatedly for confirmation with an anxious expression.
"Comrade, are you talking about Zhang Qin? The Qin of Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting? She is now twenty-seven or almost twenty-eight years old. She is tall and thin. When she smiles, her eyes are like crescent moons. She is so cute... My sister...Zhang Qin?”
He spoke very fast and seemed a little incoherent, as if he was confirming, but all he said was the words that could not be erased from his memory. The figure is so familiar, as if it has been said thousands of times.
It is hope and joy that have turned into sadness and disappointment. It is unbelievable after experiencing it too many times.
‘Twenty-seven, are you about to turn twenty-eight? ’
It was a dark night, relying only on the light of a weak flashlight. Zhang Qin, who looked sick, looked at an old middle-aged woman who looked like a middle-aged woman in her thirties or forties.
No wonder I called her Aunt Zhang. Her smile was so sad and painful. She didn’t refute or explain, she just nodded with a smile.
What happened to her after she escaped from the family in the mountains?
Let her who was supposed to escape and regain her freedom quickly wither, even with the injuries on her body...
"It's Zhang..."
The words on her lips The word "Aunt Zhang" stung her heart. Suning pursed her lips and looked at Zhang Qi with blurry eyes, who was clearly eager but held back from saying anything more and could only look at her earnestly.
"Sister Qin lives at No. 18, Huaijiang Alley. Her father is Zhang Fu and her mother is Hu Yingtao. Her brother is Zhang Qi, who is elegant and wears glasses. My family likes to call her Zhang Qin, Nannan..."
"It's my sister! It's my sister, ugh..."
"Where is she? Why isn't she back? What happened?"
"It's okay, it's okay , As long as she is here, tell me her address, no matter how far away I am, I will pick her up. I will pick her up now! Take her home..."
A grown man in his twenties. Tears and a bursting dam, but even though his throat was so choked that his words were trembling, Zhang Qi still persisted in asking questions.
“She is back.”
"Back...back? Going home..."
Following her gaze, Zhang Qi struggled to speak out, but it was difficult to say another word.
Shaking his head, he laughed nervously with tears in his eyes. He stopped for a long time and murmured to himself, "No one opened the door for her at home. She should not just sit on the doorstep and wait..."
“哐——”
The movement in the ward instantly awakened the people who were immersed in endless sadness.
The ajar door was opened from the inside, and two old couples supporting each other staggered out. "Girl, you just said that my daughter is back, right?"
The enamel basin made such a big noise, Zhang Fuyu, who was lying on the hospital bed, took care of him all night and closed his eyes. Hu Yingtao, who was squinting, was awakened at the same time.
Before I even had time to go out and take a look, I heard my son talking to someone, laughing and crying, and his daughter's name was always the same in every sentence.
In an instant, it was as if he had been injected with infinite vitality. Zhang Fu, who was originally very ill and seemed to be dying, was about to struggle to get out of bed.
As soon as they walked to the door, they heard what the girl who had information about their daughter said. The huge surprise made the two of them so excited that their hands were shaking and their legs were weak, and they were in tears.
"I, I am Zhang Fu, Zhang Qin's father, little girl, my daughter is really back? Where is she? Didn't she say she was back?"
"Dad..."
The trembling lips received tears one after another, so bitter and astringent that it was difficult to swallow.
Seeing the white hair of his sick father and overworked mother, Zhang Qi cried uncontrollably like a child who had lost his beloved toy.
"You're howling your ass, you're going to get lost!"
Zhang Fu said disgusting words, but in fact he was so excited that he burst into tears. After seven or almost eight years, he finally finally , finally waiting for the accurate news about Nannan.
He can look at his daughter again before he dies, and he can finally rest in peace...
Bah, bah, bah!
No, his old bones will still have to struggle for a few more years. His daughter just came back and she still doesn’t know what happened to her, how much she has suffered!
He must still be alive, so that his father can support her!
The sorrow and depression that had been suppressed for many years disappeared, and even the illness seemed to have gone with it. My body had not experienced indescribable relaxation for a long time.
"Girl, are you my daughter's friend? She came back with you, so, where is that person?"
Hu Yingtao kept wiping her eyes, thinking they had already drained. She shed tears, as if she was afraid that the tears would block her and prevent her from seeing her daughter who had finally returned home after much longing.
"..."
Not knowing how to say it, Suning held the urn in her arms so hard that her fingertips turned white.
The pain of a white-haired person sending to a black-haired person, that kind of extreme pain that no one else can feel, but just feeling it can make people's eyes red instantly, and even breathing feels suppressed and uncomfortable.
"Sister Qin...let me say it for her: Mom, dad, brother, my daughter is really back this time!"
"No...it can't be, it can't be..."
"You mean, my daughter is here..."
Shocked, doubtful, and finally unacceptable.
The old couple covered their chests at the same time, as if they couldn't breathe and were about to faint.
"Dad, Mom!"
Zhang Qi quickly stood up and held the two of them firmly, but the next moment his hand was forcefully pushed away by Zhang Fu.
The old man, who was so sick that he could not get out of bed, was walking step by step, slowly but firmly.
"Nanny, Dad...Dad is here to pick you up. Dad is late. This time Dad is with you. He will accompany you everywhere, ah."
"My Nannan, I Poor girl!”
My wife was crying in grief, and seeing his sudden calmness, the words he said were even more frightening.
Suning looked around, looking at the old couple who were carefully holding the urn with lifeless eyes and beating their chests in pain. He squeezed Xiaoqiu's hand and gently pushed her forward a small step. .
"Xiaoqiu, call someone quickly."
"Grandpa, grandma, uncle." Xiaoqiu obediently looked at them with red eyes and called.
The clear and childish call made the three of them look at her at the same time, and they couldn't help but stop in grief.
"What did you call me?"
"Uncle, uncle! Mom said that uncle is the best brother in the world, and he will also be Xiaoqiu's best uncle!"
"Are you...Xiaoqiu? My sister's daughter?"
Xiaoqiu nodded, her tears hitting the ground with her movements and blooming into a flower.
“This, what is going on?”
Is the tear point too low? Why did the writing make me shed tears? Wow, I hate human traffickers the most, my little life! !
(End of this chapter)