What did he say……
What did he say.
The pain was intertwined, and Song Qiyue seemed to have hallucinations in her ears. She couldn't even hear her clearly, and even thought she was an illusion. In his arms, she squinted her eyes and looked at him laboriously, her hand, desperately squeezing his clothes, "Zheng Yan..."
Seeing his handsome face, she was stunned and at a loss for a moment.
On the way here, nothing was known, Mo Zhengyan only knew that he had to rush back to Mo's house as soon as possible. If it was only a moment, and he heard what she said, the chaos would be like a stone falling into his heart without warning, and he hadn't been ready yet.
In my mind is everything that is happening now. It is her kneeling on the ground weakly like this, everything in the old house, the mother’s eyes staring at him, but now, the words in his ears, it’s her. The words just said: Zheng Yan...I don't have...The child is yours...Yours...You believe me...
child.
The child is yours.
Mine, my child.
At that unprepared moment, Mo Zhengyan didn't even have time to think about it, but he almost spoke instinctively.
"Zheng Yan...what did you say..." Song Qiyue's faint voice came, and she asked softly.
She was still asking, as if confirming.
The confusion and astonishment disappeared. The stones that plunged into the lake of heart still rippled, and more and more, filled his body, his chest, inexplicably, there was a hint of joy, which he could not fully describe, that What kind of feeling it was, he only knew that at this moment he wanted to hold her hand and hold her tightly.
He lowered his head, held her, and said again, "Be born."
Believe it or not, those stupid doubts, to him, are nothing but ridiculous, they are just laughed jokes, he said softly and firmly, "Give birth."
The repeated answers came out of his mouth, and she finally heard clearly, clearly.
At this moment, the pain numbs the painful sensory nerves, her tears are no longer tolerable, but overflowing from the corners of her eyes, she is smiling, but also crying, closing her eyes.
Immediately, they moved to the hospital.
When we arrived at the hospital, the doctor and nurse had already contacted and waited.
In the corridor outside the emergency room, Qi Jian and He Sangsang were by their side.
Mo Zhengyan sat on the bench and said nothing.
Luo Zheng did not leave either, and she also sat there motionless.
"Luo Zheng, you are also tired. Go back and rest first." Mo Zhengyan stared at the door of the emergency room, he said.
Luo Zheng looked down at the tiled floor. There was only hesitation in her eyes. Everything that seemed to be just now appeared constantly in front of her, which made her unable to bear it. She was silent for a while before she said, "I will wait for seven. Let’s go if the moon is safe."
Mo Zhengyan didn't speak any more, the two of them just sat quietly.
The hospital is very quiet, waiting in such a silent way, you will hear a heartbeat.
After not knowing how long it took, Luo Zheng said in a very soft voice, "I'm sorry."
...
Song Qiyue fell asleep.
In the ward, Mo Zhengyan accompanied him.
She didn't sleep for too long this time, perhaps because of the nightmare, so she couldn't be quiet even when she was sick and weak. She frowned, so disturbed, and finally clenched the corner of the quilt abruptly. She woke up with a groan, but still whispered, "Don't..."
"July!" Mo Zhengyan shook her hand immediately, and she opened her eyes in only a moment.
The sudden light brought her back from the dream to reality. Song Qiyue saw the dim light and his face. He was right in front of her. She looked at him, the sense of peace of mind came, and she was suddenly peaceful, but in the next second she thought of something.
She grabbed him eagerly, "Zhengyan, my child, our child..."
Her child, child, is the child still there.
Song Qiyue had never felt such a panic. It seemed that she had lost the most important thing in her life. She wanted to catch it so eagerly, she didn't even dare to ask, so she could only call him over and over again. "Zheng Yan..."
"No." He whispered, and took her hand.
No, the child is gone? Song Qiyue opened her eyes wide, and the huge darkness struck again, and she was about to collapse.
But immediately, Mo Zhengyan said, "No children, no pregnancy in July."
The impact was so huge that Song Qiyue really couldn't return to his senses. Even he believed that she was pregnant, that's why she was so scared and afraid. But who would have expected that she was not pregnant at all, Song Qiyue asked with a trembling hand, "Isn't pregnant?"
"It's just gastritis." Mo Zhengyan said softly, and he held her hand.
gastritis?
how can that be? Song Qiyue didn't seem to believe it yet.
"Because of gastritis, I feel sick, so I vomit." Mo Zhengyan said again.
Song Qiyue was stunned, really unable to react. When it was full of expectations, it was such a result, and the strength of the whole body seemed to be taken away at the same time.
She didn't know what it was like, as if the whole person was empty, but if she thought about it, she should be lucky.
Because there is no such thing, there is no need to worry about it. All this is just a false alarm, but it is her own imaginary, she is self-righteous, and she has guessed wrong.
"Fortunately, it turned out to be like this, it's just gastritis." Song Qiyue whispered for a while, but the female voice was sluggish, and she heard the huge loss.
Mo Zhengyan helped her down, covered her with a quilt, and said softly, "You go to sleep, I'll be with you here, it's all right."
"En." Song Qiyue murmured, and she fell asleep again.
Looking at her sleeping face, Mo Zhengyan remembered just now.
When she was pushed out of the emergency room, a group of people immediately stepped forward to ask about the situation, but the doctor said: Master, Miss, she is all right.
The doctor is Mo family's personal doctor, of course he knew each other. Mo Zhengyan even believed in his medical standards. When he heard that she was well, he was relieved, but hurriedly asked again: What about the child.
The doctor said: Child?
She is pregnant, isn't she! Mo Zhengyan asked, and even talked about the recent situation in the past few days: Recently, she has a bad appetite, can't eat, and is very uncomfortable. Isn't it true?
The doctor shook his head but said: Master, you probably misunderstood. Miss, she is not pregnant, but gastritis.
It's just gastritis.
Mo Zhengyan heard this result, and he stopped at once.
At that moment, he really didn't know what his mood was. It was too complicated to describe, but it seemed that after accepting it in a pleasant surprise, nothing but emptiness was ushered in.
She just said that fortunately.
Fortunately, there are no children.
At this moment, Mo Zhengyan looked at Song Qiyue, but he suddenly realized that this kind of fortune was so insignificant.
...
But I don't know what happened. Song Qiyue had a dream this night.
In that dream, she saw a child in front of the vast grassland. She wanted to see the child clearly. She ran and chased her. She didn't even see if the child was a boy or a girl.
I just heard the child calling her: mother, mother.