As soon as Li Xingchen fell asleep, Qin Lang arrived. I walked out of the ward, walked into the corridor, and plunged into Qin Lang's arms.
He patted me on the back, and was about to say something, when he heard mourning howls from the other side of the corridor.
"Brother! My big cousin! Why did you go... Brother... .."
The voice sounded a lot like Lan San. I got out of Qin Lang's arms, Zhang Er was confused, looked at the other corridor, and saw Lan San holding a leg of a hospital bed that was about to be dragged to the mortuary, howling terribly.
"Brother, take me away, brother—"
The nurses and doctors were breaking his hand there, and he would not let go. I walked over and kicked him: "Let's go then."
He turned his head to look at me, rubbed his face as earthy, and jumped up and lay on the wall in fright: "Damn it!!!!"
I went up and pinched him by the neck: "See clearly, is it your brother lying there?! Can't you just hope for me?"
Lan San touched my face, it was warm and warm, and then wiped away the tears, panting: "Aiya, you're not dead! Then why are you lying to me?"
"Who lied to you? Didn't I tell you that Li Xingchen was injured and asked you to inform his family?"
"Huh?" Lan San touched the back of his head and thought for a while, and then suddenly realized, a little embarrassed: "Oh... I was in ktv at that time, just heard you say that I was burned, the hospital or something... I didn't understand."
"You can't see clearly if you didn't hear it? Crying and mourning..."
"No, as soon as I came to ask the nurse, the nurse gave me a finger, and I saw that this was going to be sent to the morgue... I am sincere to you, bro..." Lan San was scolded by me. After a while, his head suddenly lifted up and patted: "Oops!"
"What's wrong?"
"I...I also gave it to my uncle and aunt...also...'lie about military intelligence'...hehehe...they may all go downstairs at this moment..."
I was a little choked up: "You, let me tell you what you are good for!" I turned around and walked towards the elevator, hurriedly going to explain to Lin Wangshu and Lan Wan.
But at this moment, Qin Lang grabbed me.
"Lin Xian, don't explain."
I didn't understand what Qin Lang meant: "Why?"
"Don't you want to know their reaction?"
"what?"
Qin Lang pointed to a room with the shutters on the side, and said to me, "Let's take a look here in a moment and see how your parents react. You have had a cold relationship with them for so many years, maybe this will be an opportunity. ." He looked at me with deep eyes, "I believe that this time you can see through something, and parents always need a little step down."
Now I understand what he means.
To be honest, in this aspect, Qin Lang's wisdom is still beyond my reach. I was a little moved by what he said, but I couldn't make up my mind: "They are not as confused as San'er."
"Then let San'er cry one more time to be mourned?"
Lan San jumped up: "Hey hey hey! My salary is very expensive! I need to pay extra for crying scenes!"
Qin Lang threw a cheque over, dragged me again, closed the door, and the two of them stuck behind the blinds and peeked.
I am like a person who has done bad things for the first time, a little nervous in my heart, but a little excited. I vaguely agreed to Qin Lang's idea, and when I hid behind the blinds and peeped, I was nervous like a candidate in the examination room.
What kind of answer sheet will Lin Wangshu and Lan Wan give me
I sighed slightly: "When I had an accident, they didn't come to the hospital..."
Qin Lang put his hands on my shoulders, as if to cheer me up.
After a while, two figures appeared at the end of the corridor. Lan San had already brought over an empty bed from another ward, covered the pillow with a white cloth and pretended to be. When the thief saw someone appeared, he began to howl. Although it was not as sincere as before, the battle was quite big.
When Lin Wangshu and Lan Wan came over, they both looked normal, neatly dressed and graceful as usual.
When they heard Lan San's wailing, they both froze for a while, and then quickened their pace to walk to Lan San's side.
Lin Wangshu pushed Lan San: "Three, you... why are you crying?"
Lan San was very sad and hugged the fake 'corpse' and howled, "Uncle... You are too late..."
Lin Wangshu's expression was as if Mount Tai was about to collapse in front of him, but he held it tightly again, and immediately went to lift the quilt. The three ghosts of Lan held it down and said, "Uncle, don't look at it! Burn it! There's no good skin left..."
When I was outside the blinds, I didn't dare to blink or breathe too loudly. I was so nervous that I even started biting my fingers.
After listening to Lan San's words, Lin Wangshu's hand in mid-air trembled, but he didn't dare to probe further, and after shaking for a while, he slowly retracted it. He stood first, then slowly backed, backed, backed up to where there was a chair, like a slow-motion replay in a movie, and sat down, stupidly there.
As for Lan Wan, she did not say a word from the beginning to the end, maintaining the posture of standing at the beginning, like a sculpture, but her eyes were fixed on the hospital bed, and her expression was not sad or happy.
For a while, it was extremely quiet.
This deadly silence is like a red crane, poisoning my hope.
The more seconds passed, the more embarrassed I felt. Can't help turning around and pulling Qin Lang's sleeve: "Forget it... Even if I die, they won't be so sad."
"Shh---Lin Xian, look." Qin Lang raised a finger and motioned for me to look back.
Then I saw Lan San, walked over to Lin Wangshu with a document, and said in a regretful tone, "Well, uncle, your condolences, please sign this death notice."
I didn't expect this, so I looked up suddenly and saw Lan San secretly showing me a gesture.
So many tricks.
Lin Wangshu took the document slowly, took out a pen from his jacket pocket, but stopped at the signature, and stayed there forever. He seemed to have forgotten how to write Chinese characters all of a sudden, as if he didn't remember a single word, he couldn't write any more, he just kept that posture.
He raised the pen several times to write, but as soon as the tip of the pen touched the white paper, his arm drooped softly again. After doing this several times, he finally pushed the pen and paper back to Lan San with a very vicissitudes of life: "Go to you... Sign your aunt."
So Lan San walked up to Lan Wan: "Auntie..."
At this time, Lan Wan tilted his head and asked Lan San with a blank face, "Did he leave any words?" His expression was very calm.
"Ah? No, no."
"Really..." Lan Wan nodded slightly, then took the death notice and looked down.
She looked at it very seriously. There were only some personal data, the cause of death and the time of death that she knew very well on it. It only took a few glances in three or four lines.
Five minutes later, she did something I didn't expect.
She tore up the notice with her own hands, her expression suddenly turned hideous, as if the notice was a demon or a ghost, and she wanted to destroy it! Even after shredding it, he threw it on the ground and stomped on it desperately, again and again.
What elegance and etiquette are all gone at this time!
Lan Wan was like a shrew. She didn't stop until she was too tired and swayed. She tore off her bag and smashed it on Lin Wangshu. crying cry-
"Lin Wangshu! You compensate my son!"
After she finished speaking, she fell to her knees, covered her mouth, and cried uncontrollably. The tears dripped from between her fingers, fell to the ground, and merged into one piece. LC