For a moment, Han Xun seemed to be deaf. He looked blankly at the people around him opening and closing their mouths, but he couldn't hear a word. Until the eldest brother wiped his face with his hand, he wiped it subconsciously, and his face was covered with cold tears.
He cried, why
"... how is Lin Mo doing now? You're crying first, what do you look like?" Han Zijie couldn't help cursing with a black face when he saw Han Xun's distraught look.
"Ah Xun, don't be sad, Lin Mo will be fine." Mother Han comforted softly, feeling very sad. Seeing Han Xun like this, she knew that he was completely caught up in this relationship, and now she didn't force her son to live a so-called 'normal' life, she just hoped that he could get well soon, and that Lin Mo could get through this Jie, in the future, if they want to be together, let's be together. Children and grandchildren have their own blessings, as long as they can be healthy and happy than anything else.
Han Xun finally regained some consciousness, holding the bed sheet tightly with both hands, and murmured: "He will be fine, I told him that we will celebrate the Spring Festival together this year, he promised me, he promised me, He promised me that he would live a good life with me in this life..." Han Xun repeated mechanically in his mouth, Lin Mo's farewell voice in his dream repeated over and over again, and the look in his eyes gradually faded away.
Mother Han's tears flowed out again, she was so sad that she turned away, and the eyes of several other female family members in the ward were also red. Han Xun still doesn't know Lin Mo's real situation. Everyone else in the ward knows that his hope of waking up is very slim, and he may stop breathing at any time. If something unfortunate happened to Lin Mo, they really couldn't imagine what foolish things Han Xun would do.
'Snapped! '
Han Zijie slapped Han Xun unexpectedly.
As if Han Xun didn't know the pain, he stared blankly at Han Zijie with blank eyes.
For a moment, Han Zijie thought that Han Xun's strange illness had occurred again, he suppressed the weird intuition in his heart, and cursed: "I don't care who told you that something happened to Lin Mo when you were in a coma, he is still lying in Z In a hospital in China, would you rather complain about yourself than see him for the last time?"
Before Han Zijie finished speaking, Han Xun rushed forward like crazy, grabbed Han Zijie's neck with both hands, and said viciously: "Lin Mo will not die, he will never die, what about the passport, give me my passport , I will go to see him now, I see that he dares to leave me alone!"
Han Xun was in a coma for five full days without eating a single grain of rice. His actions seemed fierce, but he didn't really have much strength at all. Han Zijie easily restrained him, opened his hands, and said: "Your passport is still with Dad, you should calm down first, let the doctor come over to check you, and I will get you a passport and book a flight ticket. If I come back later, If you still look like this, I will tear up your passport and cut off your way to country Z." After speaking, Han Zijie pushed Han Xun away, and strode out of the ward.
Contrary to everyone's expectations, Han Xun really calmed down—at least on the surface—he obediently cooperated with the doctor's examination, stopped crying, making noise or even talking, and did whatever the doctor asked him to do. What, and his thoughts have drifted far away, while he prayed over and over again in the depths of his heart, praying to any god who can hear his heart to bless Lin Mo, he is willing to give everything he has in exchange for his life; He asked himself again and again, asking himself, what should Lin Mo do if something really happened to him
what to do
The Buddha said that there are seven sufferings in life, birth, old age, sickness, death, resentment and hatred, separation from love, and not getting what you want.
More tragic than parting from love is parting from life and death.
What is more painful than not getting what you want is getting it and losing it.
Han Xun has never been so at a loss as he is now, as if in the dream when Lin Mo said goodbye to him and disappeared, his heart and soul also disappeared.
***
"... Dad, brother will be fine, right?" Lin Shu's eyes were swollen like two walnuts, his voice was choked with sobs, he clenched his fists, and stared at the small window of the intensive care unit without blinking. Fearing that in the blink of an eye, the person on the hospital bed covered in various tubes would just leave without a sound.
In the few days since Lin Mo came down from the operating table, they have received three notices of critical illness. Lin Mo's heartbeat stopped twice after the operation. Significantly improved. In private, the attending physician had already told Lin Jian with great regret to make him mentally prepared.
Whiteheads don't just exist in stories. In just a few days, Lin Jian had countless white hairs on his head, deep wrinkles were left on his forehead, his complexion was sallow and haggard, his back was slightly bent, and he looked as if he had aged more than ten years.
He blamed himself more than anyone else.
From Lin Mo's accident to the present, Lin Jian has repeatedly blamed himself. If he hadn't insisted on letting Lin Mo come back, Lin Mo would never have been in this car accident, and now his life and death are uncertain. If he could, he would rather lie in the hospital bed It was him who was going to kill him, and if he could, he was willing to exchange his life for his son. However, there are not so many ifs in the world, and it is too late to regret.
"Yes, your brother will definitely get better." Lin Jian's tone was very firm, as if Lin Mo would really get better. He turned his head and looked at his younger son who was much taller, and found that his frowning brows had faded from the immaturity of the past, as if he had completed the transformation from a boy to a man overnight. He sighed slightly and said, "You go downstairs." The ward went to see your grandma, told her that your brother is much better, and told her not to worry."
After all, the old lady is old, and no matter how good her health is, she can't stand such a big stimulus. When Lin Mo's first critical illness notification came out, and after the first cardiac arrest was rescued, the old lady couldn't stand it anymore. Live fell ill. After she woke up, she was afraid that no one would be watching. No one would know when Lin Mo's heart stopped beating again. She resolutely refused to let Lin Jian and Lin Shu guard her, and let them watch Lin Mo all the time. Little mistake.
Not a while after Lin Shu left, Lin Cheng came up from downstairs, walked up to Lin Jian, and patted the Lin family's shoulder comfortingly: "Don't worry too much, Lin Moji has his own aura, and he will definitely get better Yes." For Lin Jian's matter, Lin Mo slapped him hard in front of others, and then saw Lin Mo relying on his own efforts to make the youngest's family more and more prosperous. For a long time, Lin Cheng felt very bad Taste, and even somewhat dislike this wicked nephew. However, now that Lin Mo's life and death are lying on the hospital bed, Lin Cheng doesn't have any thoughts of gloating in his heart. On the contrary, he also feels very sad. When he was young, he bought candy for him several times.
Lin Jian hummed lightly.
"What happened to this car accident? Has the driver been found yet?" Lin Cheng asked.
Lin Jian said: "The owner of the car has been found, but the owner of the car is not from our county L at all. His car was stolen the day before Lin Mo's accident. There is a police report for him at the police station. Jiang Hua was on the spot When Wang Peng arrived, Jiang Hua and Lin Mo were the only ones present, and he didn't see anyone else at all."
Jiang Hua was the driver who drove Lin Mo home that day. The moment the car collided, the soldier's consciousness made him choose to protect Lin Mo, and he changed the frontal collision into a side collision. The price was that he was almost killed by a large truck. It crashed into a meatloaf, and the scene was horrible. And Wang Peng is the male owner of the house that Lin Jian once helped him demolish and hurt his leg. The village head Lin Changqing saw that he was kind and honest, so he recommended him to his son Lin Hai as a decoration worker. On the day of Lin Mo's accident, it happened that Lin Hai had a job that had to be handed in before the Spring Festival. As the person in charge of that job, Wang Peng was busy with other workers until late. I chose this 'shortcut road' under construction. On the dark road, I heard a bang. I saw a car rolling down the long slope from afar. When I got closer, I found that the car belonged to the Lin family. Unexpectedly, the car was on fire and might explode at any moment, so he tried his best to rescue Lin Mo from the passenger seat. He dragged Lin Mo out of the car with his front foot, and the car exploded on the back, and Wang Peng also suffered a lot of injuries. During the process of rescuing Lin Mo, his mobile phone broke, and he was seriously injured. Help was called nearby.
Lin Cheng has been doing business with his son in the past few years, and has gained a lot of experience. He couldn't help saying: "Listen to you, this matter is probably not as simple as a car accident. That person clearly wants Lin Mo's life. Who are you making enemies with?" Is it?" Lin Mo's temperament is cold and cold, but he is not a person who likes to be brave and ruthless in nature, so how could he form such a big hatred with others
The person who drove the truck into them has long since disappeared without a trace, and the police have not had any clues for so many days. Lin Jian also called Ye Zhiqiu to ask if Lin Mo had offended anyone in the capital. Ye Zhiqiu had asked someone to investigate, but there was no reply yet.
Lin Jian shook his head.
Lin Zhi came over at some point, she put on a sad look on her face, and pretended to comfort her: "Youngest, don't be sad, anyway, you still have Lin Shu and a son. Unlike me, when my son dies, there is only a girl, and I have no one to rely on for the rest of my life, so your fate is better."
Lin Zhi, what does she mean? Is she cursing Lin Mo to die? Immediately, Lin Jian's eyes turned red with anger.
Lin Chenghu glared at Lin Zhi: "Lin Zhi, can you speak human words? If you don't, just keep your mouth shut and don't spit shit out of your mouth."
"Lin Cheng, what the hell do you mean? You are rich now, you are amazing, you look down on me and dare to scold me, don't you? Have you forgotten how you begged me in the first place?" Lin Zhi turned her head and stared at Lin Jian again , Yin Yang said strangely: "Youngest, why are you looking at me like that? You don't want to hit me, do you? When you killed my son back then, you didn't expect today's retribution, right?"
Just as Lin Zhi finished speaking, a slap from the side slapped her hard on the face, causing burning pain.
The old lady was supported by Lin Shu, her face was livid: "Lin Zhi, you know better than anyone how your son died. He was killed by a mother like you, and he has nothing to do with anyone else. If there is retribution, that retribution will only fall on you. Get the hell out of here, and from now on, I will never recognize you as a daughter again!"
Lin Zhi was beaten up by her old lady in public, and her old background was exposed for many years. Looking at the people pointing around, she couldn't help but cursed from embarrassment: "You are an old man, as if someone cares about you, hmph." Lin Zhi angrily gone.