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[69 Book Bar - www.] When I walked to the door of the ward, I met Gu Xiuyuan walking towards me.

"mom."

"Auntie." Mu Anyou and Zhan Aofan shouted almost at the same time.

Gu Xiuyuan nodded, her eyes falling on their intertwined hands.

Mu Anyou was embarrassed for a moment. He wanted to pull out, but someone held him tighter. He felt annoyed in his heart. When did this man become so willful regardless of the situation?

"Your cousin has something to do with me. I'll go back first and come back later. Huihui was still a little weak when he woke up. Now he's fallen asleep. Ai Bo Rui is watching over there." Gu Xiuyuan withdrew her gaze and said,

He looked at the person in front of him and said.

"Yes." Mu Anyou nodded and said, "Mom, you don't have to come over. You've been working very hard these past few days. Now that Huihui is fine, you can rest peacefully for a few days."

"I know my health well, don't worry, your sister will be here in two days." Gu Xiuyuan said.

"Well, she told me on the phone this morning." Mu Anyou thought of her sister almost going crazy on the phone, and a smile appeared on her lips.

After a brief explanation, Gu Xiuyuan turned around gracefully with her bag on her shoulder. Before leaving, she thought for a moment and paused to say: "You should also pay attention. Huihui is still recuperating in the ward. Don't run out all the time. What are you doing?"

Look."

If Zhan Aofan couldn't make sense of this sentence, then his reputation as Zhan Fox would be in vain.

Hearing this, he quickly replied: "Yes, Auntie, I was negligent."

Obviously, Gu Xiuyuan was quite satisfied with his attitude of admitting his mistake. She nodded slightly and gradually walked away.

Mu Anyou watched her mother enter the elevator, then turned back and glared at the people around her.

Zhan Aofan still had that indulgent and smiling face, as if he could tolerate everything she did, but he just wouldn't let go of holding her hand.

After entering the ward, Mu Anyou shook the hand held by him a few times, and pointed in the direction of Ai Bo Rui with his eyes, with an expression that said that if you don't let go, you will look good. This time, someone reluctantly let go.

The temperature in the palm of the hand when opening the package.

Abori looked back, watching the interaction between the two people behind him, and smiled with a clear meaning. He glanced at the sleeping Mu Hui again. There was nothing unusual, and he waved to the two of them.

Keep up with him.

Arriving at the small living room of the ward suite, Abori sat down on the leather sofa. Mu Anyou and Zhan Aofan sat opposite him, patiently waiting for his next words.

Mu Anyou couldn't guess what Ai Bo Rui was going to say next, but she curled up her hands slightly, with a bit of nervousness and apprehension in her eyes.

Zhan Aofan shook her fingertips, smiled reassuringly, and told her not to worry. The latter nodded, thinking of the previous conversation between the two, and gradually calmed down.

The phone rang. Zhan Aofan looked at the caller ID and said to the people around him: "It's Uncle Li. I'll answer the phone while you chat."

Mu Anyou nodded, watching him nod to the person opposite, get up and walk toward the balcony.

Sitting opposite each other one step apart, the interaction between the two of them just now naturally did not escape Ai Bo Rui's eyes. He smiled with a hint of meaning on his lips, cleared his throat, and said: "An'an, I have already said

I have told Tongzhan that Huihui's current condition is relatively stable, but we still cannot relax. We need to observe him carefully for a while. If there are no special circumstances, you can take him out of the hospital."

"Yes." Mu Anyou nodded, with an enron smile on his lips: "I have to worry about uncle during this time."

"If anything, as long as you say a few nice words for me in front of your mother, and don't let her look coldly on me and blame me for not curing her precious little grandson, I will be thankful to God." Ai Bo Rui finished.

He winked mischievously, acting like an old naughty boy.

At this time, Mu Anyou could finally understand why he, an old man in his fifties, could play with Hui Hui. Sure enough, his mind was childish!

"Absolutely." Mu An responded with a worried smile, suddenly very pleased.

Maybe my mother has had a harder time walking on the road of love, but at least she can have such a friend of the opposite sex in her life, who has nothing to do with love or interests, to accompany her through the struggles of her youth, and to accompany her as she forgets her years.

sympathy and assistance.

"Uncle, thank you! Thank you!" Mu Anyou said two words of thanks in a sincere and grateful manner.

Abori looked at the faint wetness in her eyes, and his heart moved, and he understood why this beautiful and delicate Chinese girl thanked him.

"An'an, how old are you this year?" Abery asked abruptly.

"I'm 29 years old." Although there was a slight doubt in Mu Anyou's eyes, he still replied seriously.

"29 years old..." Abori repeated in a low voice, and then smiled: "I have known your mother for 33 years. I know better than anyone what kind of woman she is. Even your father may not be able to have me."

Knowing her, she is very proud, very smart, very independent, very brave..."

Abori's face was stained with old colors and hazy due to memories, and the low American English lingered on the tip of his tongue. Mu An felt slightly sour in his heart when he heard it, but he was also moved.

Yes, the person in front of her knows her mother better than any of them. She knows her mother's stubbornness and pride. She chooses a person, even if it is wrong, even if it is painful, she will never look back or show weakness. She would rather

Swallow all the sadness and grievances into your stomach.

With a gentle smile on his lips, Abori murmured to himself: "It is precisely because I know her that I respect her choice. If I can't have her, I will look at her from a distance and bless her. When she needs it,

When you need help, I extend my hands in time."

"Uncle Abori, thank you!" Thank you for your love, thank you for your help, and thank you for your blessing to my mother!

With red eyes, Mu Anyou looked at the elder opposite who had half a silver hair, and once again said thank you, all the words were condensed in these two words, everything.

Ai Bo Rui retracted her look of recollection and smiled: "An'an, don't say thank you, because your mother deserves it!"

worth!

These two simple words carry a lot of weight.

The foreign elder in front of me used these two words to explain the madness and persistence in youth!

So what about you, dad? After all these years, do you have a little understanding of the grievances and sadness in your mother’s heart?

Or are you just not good at expressing yourself?

Mu Anyou suddenly remembered the words he asked the warden to tell him every time he visited him in prison: "Be filial to your mother" and the worry and anxiety his father held back when his mother was on a business trip and her return flight was delayed... Such a restrained and calm person.

People will always hold their mobile phones nervously and glance at the clock on the wall every second...

If such a father had no feelings for his mother, then Mu Anyou would definitely not believe it, but what about Zhan Aofan's mother?

Mu Anyou was thinking in a daze. She couldn't even remember when Abori left. Her mind was full of messy things that she couldn't finish thinking about and couldn't figure out clearly.

He inadvertently raised his eyes, met Zhan Aofan's gaze, and was startled.

He stood at the door leading to the balcony, facing the light, and could not clearly see the expression on his face at this time, but he could feel the silence emanating from the air.

How long had he stood there? How much had he heard?

Mu Anyou slowly looked away from him, closed her eyelashes, and remained silent.

Zhan Aofan pursed his lips, took a deep breath, walked to the living room, and slowly sat down next to her.

"Worry..." Zhan Aofan opened his mouth. He obviously had a lot to say, but he had no words to say. It was stuck in his throat and he felt uncomfortable.

"You...heard everything?" Mu Anyou asked, turning her eyes and looking at him blankly.

Zhan Aofan nodded, with a dark look on his face. They had to bear the grievances and disputes of the previous generation, but how should he speak?

As if sensing his unspeakable entanglement and struggle, Mu Anyou suppressed her voice and whispered: "If you can't speak, don't say it. I... just feel sorry for my mother."

Hearing this, Zhan Aofan froze, suddenly stared at her, and said with difficulty: "You... know?"

It was an ambiguous question, but Mu Anyou could understand what he said, biting his lower lip and nodded.

"Youyou...I, I'm sorry." After a moment of silence, Zhan Aofan spoke in a low voice.

Hearing this, Mu Anyou spoke softly: "Why are you saying sorry? These things have nothing to do with you." She is not a person who doesn't distinguish between right and wrong, but she didn't expect that one day, they would sit together and discuss the legacy left by the previous generation.

The entanglements, regrets and sadness.

"After all, it was because of her that my dad... and your parents were involved." Zhan Aofan never thought that he would tell her these things that he was ashamed to talk about, but the person he cared about most would do this.

Face her awkwardly and awkwardly.

"Is this the reason why you have been so cold to Aunt Zhan all these years?" Seeing the pain and shame in his eyes, Mu Anyou felt as if someone had grabbed her, and by some strange combination of circumstances, she took the initiative to hold his hand, as if to comfort her.

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When he realized it, he wanted to pull it out, but he held it tightly and could not take it back.

"I...can't face her." Zhan Aofan said solemnly. Every time he arrived at the entrance of the nursing home, he would always think of his father's painful appearance when he fell ill and died. He would retract his steps and turn around to leave again and again.

Mu Anyou noticed that the hand held by him tightened, and understood the struggle and pain in his heart. It turned out to be like this, so since Uncle Zhan passed away, he never returned to Zhan's house, and Aunt Zhan lived in a nursing home.

Never left.

"Zhan Aofan, no matter what happened, she is your mother after all. It has been so many years. I understand the sadness and guilt in your heart, but have you ever thought about how your mother feels? In one year, more than three hundred

She is alone day and night. I can't describe her feelings for your father. However, she has devoted all the love of a mother to you. Can you deny this? And why do you...why deny it? "

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