Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Pei Qiqi sat in the car and didn't get out of the car. She looked sideways at Tang Liu, and Xiong's mouth was violently up and down: "Tang Yu, what happened to him?"

"His nerves were seriously damaged. Soon after that accident, he slowly..." Tang Yu said the cruel words: "Alzheimer's disease."

Pei Qiqi's eyes suffocated, she stared at him and couldn't believe what he said.

Tang Yu calmly said, "Qiqi, I'm sorry." When you were away, I couldn't take care of them.

Pei Qiqi looked at him, and then said softly, "Take me over."

Tang Yu got out of the car, took Dahongpao out of the trunk, and held Pei Qiqi's hands upstairs with one hand.

He said as he walked: "Aunt Shen's body is not very good, especially her eyes. She can't take care of Uncle Shen alone, so I arranged for two nurses to take care of them. Now... it's pretty good."

Pei Qiqi knew that what Tang Yu said was good, which was good in Shen Chongshan's world.

She felt a little sad, and she reached out and hugged his arm, "Tang Yu, thank you anyway." She knew that he must have spent a lot of thought.

Tang Yu just patted her little hand without saying anything.

When she saw the heavy mountain, Pei Qiqi's eyes were filled with water. Although she had long thought about the situation, she was still sad at this time.

Sitting there, Chen Zhongshan kept looking at the distance without speaking.

Pei Qiqi stood behind him for a long time, and he did not look back.

She wished that she could hear him call Miss Sister, so that her heart would feel better.

The little nurse’s voice was a little soft, "Mr. Shen stopped talking after he was ill. He has been painting except for eating and sleeping every day."

Pei Qiqi squatted halfway in front of Shen Chongshan, with his hands on the back of Shen Chongshan's hands, and his voice trembled: "Dad, I'm back."

The warmth on the back of his hand made Shen Zhongshan slowly turn his head. He looked at Pei Qiqi, his lips moved, but he still didn't say a word.

After a long while, Shen Zhongshan suddenly spoke again, screaming laboriously: "Draw, draw."

The little nurse hurriedly took the painting he usually drew, opened it to him, and patiently coaxed him: "Look, here is the painting!"

Shen Zhongshan's hand stroking the paintings, his movements were a bit stiff, stroking like a baby. For a long time, he looked up at Pei Qiqi again... his fingers raised with difficulty.

Pei Qiqi put his face on his knee and let his fingers fall on his face.

Shen Zhongshan's fingers moved little by little on her little face, and then she was very anxious, as if looking for something...

Pei Qiqi's lips trembled a little, "Dad."

Shen Zhongshan's body shook, then he shook his head, as if thinking something, then shook his head, finally let go of his hand, staring at Pei Qiqi in a daze...

"I'm Qiqi!" Her fingers stroked the pages of the paintings. The paintings on each page were messy, but she could see that each one was her own.

Even with this, Shen Zhongshan still missed himself.

Maybe it was because of her disappearance that his condition got worse, so in advance.

She grabbed his hand and put his palm against her little face...

In Chen Zhongshan's eyes, old tears suddenly welled up, and he uttered a word with difficulty: "Cry..."

After a while, he said softly: "No...cry..."

There was a strange look in his eyes, as if he had found the baby he had been looking for.