In the hospital, the frightened girl was still in a miserable condition. The Tang family members surrounded her and cared for her, but it was difficult for her to feel at ease.
She ignored her family's objections and insisted on saving Cheng Jianguo's daughter.
The operation was very successful. After staying in the hospital for observation for a period of time, no postoperative complications such as rejection reaction and infection occurred.
When the doctor informed Cheng Jianguo's daughter that she could be discharged from the hospital, Tang Jing went to pick her up in person. The attending doctor talked to her about some things to pay attention to after Cheng Jianguo's daughter was discharged from the hospital.
The attending physician looked at Tang Jing with some surprise. He had personally taken out Cheng Jianguo's heart and put it into his daughter's body. He also knew Cheng Jianguo's and Tang Jing's identities.
He was very curious that the kidnapped person was finally willing to pay for the medical treatment of the kidnapper's daughter and was willing to raise Cheng Jianguo's daughter.
The two inevitably talked about Cheng Jianguo. Tang Jing was silent for a long time and asked:
"He, he..." She spoke a few words in a weak voice, and finally lowered her head and asked softly, "Do you have anything to say?"
The doctor looked at the naive girl held in Tang Jing's hand. She must have guessed something. She covered her chest with one hand, her face turned pale and her eyes were tearful. However, due to physical reasons, she could not have too drastic mood swings.
"He must be worried about his daughter." The attending doctor smiled and leaned down to tease the cute little girl:
"He's been worrying about where his daughter's heart came from."
Cheng Jianguo may have anticipated that he would not be able to hold on any longer. "So later, the hospital staff around him said," The attending doctor asked a nurse to take the little girl to play somewhere else, and then he looked at Tang Jing and sighed silently:
"He said that he still has a heart, it's not broken, and he can be used."
These light words became heavier when Tang Jing heard them through the attending physician's mouth.
He still has heart.
On the screen, Tang Jing looked dazed and didn't cry, but her expression looked more pitiful than if she had cried loudly.
Outside the screen, Feng Zhongliang turned around to look at Jiang Zhiyuan again. In the movie, Cheng Jianguo repented halfway through, so when he was dying, he could confidently say to the hospital staff that "he still had a heart", but what about Jiang Zhiyuan
Tang Jing took Cheng Jianguo's daughter out of the hospital.
"Will my father never take care of me again?"
The little girl's voice was childish and she seemed a little frightened, like a child who was extremely afraid of being abandoned and forgotten.
She held Tang Jing's hand tightly, as if she was grabbing a life-saving piece of driftwood.
The girl nodded gently and answered softly:
"Um."
She did not lie to comfort people. The little girl was silent for a while and then asked:
"Then, then I will..."
"We will live together in the future. I will take care of you instead of dad."
"Why?"
She was a little timid, she was still a child, but because she lost her mother at a young age and had a precocious personality, she also learned to read people's expressions.
During her time in the hospital, although the doctors never mentioned her father in front of her, it was inevitable that some patients would talk about Cheng Jianguo and Tang Jing in private. She knew that Tang Jing was a wealthy lady and the daughter of Tang Weihua, a celebrity in the city.
The little girl secretly heard some patients say that her father had kidnapped her and almost caused a death, and it was the Tang family and the police who rescued her.
In her heart, her father was the best and greatest man, but in the eyes of others, Cheng Jianguo was a bad guy. She was a little uneasy: "My father really hurt you. Is he a bad guy?"
The girl tilted her head and thought for a while. Under the bright and innocent eyes of the little girl, she smiled and said:
"He made me understand that I am also a human being, that I have someone to care for me and that my existence has meaning." It is not just a beautiful decoration that is flashy and has no value.
The way she spoke with a smile made the little girl breathe a sigh of relief.
One big and one small walked away holding hands. In the sunshine, the two figures snuggled up to each other, encouraged each other, and walked forward side by side.
As the ending song of the movie sounded, Feng Zhongliang's eyes were still moist. This movie was of great significance to him. It made him recall many memories of the past and face up to the problems that he had not dared to face up to back then.
For him, watching the movie was a wonderful process. Through Tang Jing in the movie, he seemed to have experienced a healing journey with his granddaughter.
Perhaps it was because of her rebirth with a different identity that gave her the courage to move on from the past and face the shadow.
The lights in the theater came on. Jiang Zhiyuan sat there without moving, stubbornly watching the subtitles appearing on the screen and gradually covering the two figures, one big and one small.
Cheng Jianguo's daughter's fear of being abandoned may be the same as Tang Jing's fear of being abandoned by the Tang family when he was kidnapped.
One day, as a kidnapper who had once brought harm to others, Jiang Zhiyuan saw the continuation of his bloodline playing the victim in front of him. He didn't know how he felt.
Feng Zhongliang was a little curious about this, but Jiang Zhiyuan remained silent and obviously had no intention of talking about this topic.
When will Jiang Zhiyuan be able to bring up the words that Cheng Jianguo said when he was dying in the play
"Do you like Sun Wukong?"
The movie had ended, and even the nine-minute credits had finished playing, but Feng Zhongliang and Jiang Zhiyuan were still sitting in the theater, recalling the previous plot.
Feng Zhongliang suddenly asked Jiang Zhiyuan this question without any reason. If Xiao Liu was still here, he would definitely be completely confused and would not understand the meaning of Feng Zhongliang's question.
After a while, Jiang Zhiyuan laughed silently. He met Feng Zhongliang's gaze, nodded, and answered seriously:
"like."
Feng Zhongliang, who had a serious expression, seemed to have received some kind of guarantee. He let out a long sigh, and his tightly knitted brows relaxed as he smiled. The dark clouds that had been hanging over his heart seemed to dissipate with this smile:
"I like it, too."
He supported himself on the armrest of the chair in the theater, stood up, took out the same pack of cigarettes from his bag, and asked Jiang Zhiyuan:
"More?"
The silent man touched his left chest, his expression became a little gentler, his eyes less cold, he shook his head and refused lightly:
"No."
He still had a half-burnt cigarette in his pocket. "I'm ready to quit."
After explaining this, he also stood up and put one hand in his pocket. Seeing Feng Zhongliang retract his hand holding the cigarette and go to get the cane next to him, Jiang Zhiyuan lowered his eyes:
"Leave."
As he spoke, he strode out without even turning his head.
Jiang Zhiyuan was tall and had long legs. He reached the edge of the aisle with a few steps and went down the stairs.
"The movie is very good and Jiang Se's performance is very good."
Feng Zhongliang's voice sounded behind him. Originally, he thought he would not respond. However, after hearing this, Jiang Zhiyuan stood for a moment, then nodded under Feng Zhongliang's gaze and responded softly:
"Yeah." (To be continued)