Mr. Si, your wife is running away again! - Chapter 645

This sentence is like a slap in the face, so that three people are confused.

What do you mean doing your best? What do you mean saying what you should say?

Si muying couldn’t believe it and asked the doctor, “did you make a mistake? My uncle said that he would live to ninety-nine, which is more than ten years away! ”

“Miss Si, I can understand your feelings.” The doctor comforted him: “but Mr. Si’s organ failure is too severe We, we really can’t help it. ”

As a family member, the last thing they want to hear is to say the word “powerless” from the doctor.

They know what these four words mean. However, knowing and accepting are two different things.

Tears came into Si muying’s eyes. When she was still talking, the door of the emergency room suddenly opened. With a breathing mask, the old man si lying on the bed was pushed out by the nurses.

The three immediately followed.

The nurse pushed the old man into the ward, settled him and left.

Mr. Si is lying on the bed with his eyes closed. On the monitor beside him, his heart rate is so weak that everyone is worried.

Si muying covers her mouth and buries herself in the arms of caring for snow, weeping silently.

But Si Beinan was sitting in the wheelchair, his eyes were fixed on him, his lips were very tight.

He didn’t know how to describe this feeling. From the beginning of the doctor’s saying “do your best”, Si Beinan’s brain was a blank.

He thought about how surprised and happy the old man would be when he came back when his leg was cured. When he knew that his leg could not be cured, Si Beinan also thought about how to say it to make the old man not so sad.

However, it never occurred to him that he didn’t even have a chance to say it.

How could it not be

Two hours later, in a silence, the heart rate on the monitor suddenly rose, and then the old man’s eyelids moved. In the eyes of everyone’s expectation, the old man slowly opened his eyes.

“Dad

“Uncle!”

“Uncle!”

Three people call the division of the old man, the old man in front of the fog, see people can only see a fuzzy shadow.

He stared at the shadow that looked like Si Beinan for a long time. When he finally wanted to speak, he suddenly coughed a few times.

Mr. Si pointed to the respirator and motioned for people to help him take it down.

Si Beinan hesitated for a moment, and finally reached out to remove his breathing mask.

“North South…” The old man called softly, and then felt his hand was held by someone. He smiled and asked, “Dad, I can’t see clearly. What’s wrong with the leg?”

In a simple sentence, it was very difficult for Mr. Si to say, and people were worried.

Si Beinan was silent for a long time and chose to cheat: “well, the doctor said that after two months of rehabilitation, you can stand up.”

The old man listened hard. After a while, he came back and said, “OK, Dad, don’t worry. You can go to see your mother with peace of mind…”

This sentence made Si Beinan’s face pale, and he said in a low voice: “Dad You, don’t say that. ”

Master Si shook his head: “I’m very happy.”

“Bei Nan, I’m sorry, I can’t help you keep Si Shi…” Mr. Si gasped and grasped his hand. “I’m sorry…”

Master Si murmured in a low voice, his eyes began to become more blurred, and his memory began to become confused.

He said: “I’m sorry, Mingyue, I can’t protect chuxuan…”

Mingyue is the nickname of Si Beinan’s mother.

After a while, the old man said: “sorry, Xuanxuan, Dad, dad really miss you…”

Finally, the old man’s mouth kept saying: “bright moon, bright moon, bright moon…”

The person in memory seems to appear in front of the master again.

Bright moon with bright eyes and white teeth, wearing his favorite cheongsam, stands in front of him and smiles at him gently.

She held out her hand to master Si, her eyes were full of smile, her voice was soft, she said: “go, I’ve been waiting for you…”

Buried in the heart of the deepest dream come true, the division of the old man can not help but shed tears, he shook his hand, without hesitation to hold the moon’s catkin.

His moon, his favorite woman.

“I’m here, and I’ve been waiting for you…” I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.

In the ward, Si muying and Gu nianxue look at Si Laozi trembling and stretching out his left hand, grabbing at nothingness in the air, and finally landing heavily on the bed. At the same time, the heartbeat of the monitor becomes a straight line, making a harsh sound.

Sir, it’s gone.

The next day, the news of the death of Mr. Si occupied the pages of Rongcheng’s major newspapers, and the news of the death of a generation of business legends also caused a great sensation in Rongcheng.

People from all walks of life have regretted the sudden death of Mr. Si, and even many people have called his house to express their sympathy.”Well, thank you. No, well I know. Thank you

The day after the death of the old man, after hanging up the first few phone calls today, Si muying sat on the sofa with a tired face.

At this time, Gu nianxue came down from upstairs and heard the voice. Si muying turned around and asked, “how’s it going?”

Gu nianxue shakes her head dejectedly, and she replies miserably: “it’s not very good. He’s still silent in bed. He doesn’t respond to anything I say.”

Si muying wiped her face with both hands, stood up and gave a smile to the snow.

“I’ve scolded him, and I’ve said it. Let him calm down for a few days. Nianxue, tomorrow is my father’s funeral You’ll have to work harder then. ”

“Sister Mu Ying, don’t say that.”

Considering Xue’s red eyes, I felt very uncomfortable, “after such a long time together, I have long regarded the old man as my family member. What’s the hard work…”

Take care of snow now only hate to get along with time is too short, feel like a blink of an eye, yesterday is still in front of people, today is not.

The funeral of Si Beinan was arranged on the third day after his death. Early that morning, Si muying wanted to pick up Si Beinan who was lying on the bed, but Si Beinan refused directly and refused to attend his funeral.

Si muying scolds him for having no conscience, but Si Beinan is still indifferent. He seems to have lost all his vitality and fighting spirit. In this state, he makes Gu nianxue cry several times silently.

But she can’t help it. It was Si Beinan’s father, who loved him most. No matter how many words of comfort, she was powerless.

In the end, there is no time. She takes Si muying to the funeral and leaves Si Beinan to calm down in the room.

Mr. Si’s funeral was very simple, but because of his reputation in Rongcheng, many people came to offer their condolence.

Gu nianxue smiles and thanks one after another for coming to mourn.

Suddenly, a man stopped in front of her and did not move. He looked up at the snow.

It’s Xu Qianyue.