Good Morning, Mr. President!

"I'm going to notify the hospital security staff now."

"I'll check the surveillance outside the door."

"I'll ask the doctors and nurses on duty."

Tang Yan, Tang Yi, Tang Song, three people acted decisively. Tang Wei stayed alone in the ward, with a steady temperament. "Er, you think of where your aunt will go. I will take you there."

"Okay, I think about it." Tang Yiming forced himself to calm down.

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After lunch, Song Zhixing and Chen Cheng took Mo's car to the cemetery.

The cemetery was in a very deserted suburb, and it took almost an hour to drive by car.

At noon, it was the strongest time of the sun. Uncle Mo looked up at the sun that was pale. "Miss, do you want to sit in the car for a while, and wait for the sun to go down. The sun is too poisonous."

"It's all right, I'm carrying an umbrella!" Song Zhixing held the parasol in his hand. "Uncle Mo, just wait for me in the parking lot, and Chengcheng and I will come up. Come down in a while."

"Okay. Be careful, but don't get a heat stroke!"

Song Zhixing should sing, pull Chen Cheng holding his umbrella, get out of the car holding flowers. Chen Cheng looked at this piece of cemetery, and he leaned back against Song Star. "It's a good day, it's such a big sun. I wouldn't dare come over on a rainy day."

Song Zhi stared at her, "Coward!"

"Of course you are bold. Your parents live here. They will bless you."

Chen Cheng's words darkened Song Zhixing's eyes for a moment, "I'd rather they don't live here, rather they can't help me ..."

What I said was sad. Chen Cheng glanced at her apologetically, "Don't take my words to heart, me, you haven't covered your mouth, you know."

"I didn't blame you again."

The two girls talked all the way up the stairs.

"Where do your parents live?" Chen Cheng asked, waving his hand.

Song Zhixing pointed in a direction, "There it is. It's close."

Chen Cheng looked in the direction she was pointing, "Well, what day is it today? It seems that there are others to sweep the grave."

"Maybe it happened to the birthday of another acquaintance!" Song Zhixing responded casually without thinking much.

When he approached, he took a moment's notice.

The man who thought he was sweeping the grave of others was sitting at his parents' tombstone at this moment. She was sitting facing the tombstone. Looking from the directions of Song Zhixing and Chen Cheng, she could only see a thin back. The other man's hair was scattered, wearing a white sick suit, and the wind blew, looking desolate and gloomy.

Chen Cheng touched her throat with a single heart, and she held Song Zhixing's hand tightly. "This man ... is he a ghost?"

Song Zhixing was also a timid person. When asked by Chen Cheng, his back was also straight.

However, the woman who hadn't had any movements suddenly moved now. Holding a sharp stone in her hand, she suddenly scratched on the tombstone with a picture of her parents. At first, the movement was slow, but later, as if the mood was out of control, the movement became faster and harder. Within a short while, the two black and white photographs on the tombstone were completely unrecognizable.

Song Star, who was still stunning, suddenly returned to God. Seeing the parents' two young faces became blurred and heartbroken, I couldn't help but get angry. She couldn't wait to be afraid, she threw her umbrella and flowers into Chen Cheng's arms, strode over, "What are you doing?"

The other person seemed to have not heard her voice, and was totally immersed in his own world. The movements of his hands were like engraving the things he hated most. Because of too much force, the blue tendons on the back of the hands jumped.

Seeing that he couldn't drink, Song Zhixing had to grab his opponent's hand. "Who the **** are you? My parents hate you and you want to disturb them like this ..."

The word "cleanness" suddenly stuck in the throat when he saw the other person's turned face.

She was shocked and surprised, staring at each other in wonder, "Don ..."

The word 'Mrs.' got stuck in the throat. Why is she here? Did n’t you say that the illness was in the hospital? Moreover, how can such a ridiculous thing be done on the tombstones of their parents?

When Su Fengjin saw Song Zhixing, it was obviously the same, as she was surprised. She had a pair of eyes that were originally indifferent, big and staring at the star of Song. That look, staring at Song Zhixing's hair. Chen Cheng stood a few steps away, not knowing what was going on here, and asked anxiously: "Stars, are you okay?"

"No ... it's okay." Song Zhixing frowned. I don't know why, Su Fengjin's eyes stared at her. Moreover, the look gradually became sharper and sharper, as if she was going to shatter corpses.

"Li Hui ..." Su Fengjin's pale lips twitched and suddenly spit out these two words.

Song Zhixing suddenly heard his mother's name, shook the **** for a moment, and realized that he knew the wrong person the next moment, and opened his lips to explain. Su Fengjin suddenly went crazy, suddenly stood up, "I know you are not dead ... you are not dead ... Do you want to be pitiful and let Yiming fall in love with you again, don't you?"

Song Zhixing was shocked to hear these words.

She said this to her mother, and the word in her mouth means ...

"You can't grab me!" Su Fengjin laughed, the smile was beautiful, with a bit of desolation, a bit of sadness, and obvious unconsciousness, "Yiming loves me now, and he has no interest in you Now ... he loves me ... "

"You recognize the wrong person," Song Zhixing explained. "I'm Song Zhixing, Li Hui is my mother."

"However, how come you are so young for so many years?" Su Fengjin couldn't hear her at all, suddenly raised her hand, touched her face, and her eyes floated on her face, "Yiming likes you because You're young ... I didn't expect that more than ten years later, you are still so young, I'm really jealous ... "

Hearing this, Song Zhixing felt an unpredictable hunch at the bottom of her heart, only to feel that her hands were so cold as if they had fallen into her bones. She took a step back in horror. However, at this moment Su Fengjin had already swooped up, and the sharp stone that he had been holding tightly in his hand suddenly scratched away on her face.

Song Zhixing subconsciously raised his hand to stop it. The stone was too sharp. It passed from her palm. The tender palm immediately saw the blood, and the blood rushed out.

"Stars!" Chen Cheng originally looked over there, and finally realized something was wrong, and flew over with the flowers and umbrella in his hand.

Song Zhixing had pain and frowned. But the other side insisted on attacking again. She couldn't bear the pain, and only clasped the other's hand.

"Calm down and see clearly. I'm not Li Hui at all! You misunderstood!" She tried to make the other person sober, but at this moment, Su Fengjin had completely lost her mind.

【good night! 】