After the divorce, the ex-wife kept losing her vest

Chapter 877 The Last Side

After receiving the news, Nan Song and Yu Jinwen rushed to the hospital with Luo Yin and Nan Ningsong.

Even though they had been mentally prepared for it, the news came unexpectedly.

By the time he arrived at the hospital, Muzhou had already gone through a wave of rescue operations and was now in a coma. The illness was like a thread. He was lying on the bed now and seemed to be even more decayed than when he was in the shabby room half a year ago. His whole body was like an old tree. The trees are dying, only hanging their last breath.

I also want to see my daughter.

Gu Fang asked Nan Song and Yu Jinwen, "Have you told Ah Shen and Shu Ying?"

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Nan Song nodded and said hurriedly: "Third brother and three sister-in-law are on their way here."

Luo Yin and Nan Ningsong stood on one side. Seeing Mu Zhou open his eyes, he said, "Wake up."

Gu Fang then leaned over and whispered in his ear: "My daughter is already on her way here. Hold on, you have to see her no matter what, and finish what you need to say before leaving. Do you understand?"

Muzhou nodded, smiled reluctantly at her, and raised his hand.

Gu Fang reached out and held his hand, her eyes instantly turning red.

Mu Zhou's dark and bright eyes when he was young now turned cloudy and yellow. He looked at Luo Yin and Nan Ningsong, twitched the corners of his mouth, and said with difficulty, "This time, I really want to go."

Luo Yin said: "You can only live once in your life. It's worth it if you live twice."

Muzhou laughed, and started to cough again with this smile, but he didn't even have the strength to cough. Yu Jinwen was always supporting him, and his heart felt unspeakably sore.

Last time, the teacher passed away suddenly, which was hard to accept. This time, I was clearly mentally prepared. Why is it still so difficult to accept? People are always so powerless in the face of life and death.

Mu Zhou propped himself up on the bed, still having the energy to quarrel with Luo Yin, "You, you have such a powerful mouth. I used to envy you, your boldness and unruliness, your ability to go out alone, and carve out a world for yourself. Not only do you have I have a lover, and such a beautiful and lovely daughter, but now hey, I have one too. I have a lover, a daughter, and an apprentice, and my life is complete enough."

Nan Song and Yu Jinwen felt sour in their hearts as they listened.

Mu Zhou held Gu Fang's hand and said, "I'm sorry for you, Fang. If I had known that I didn't have much time left, I wouldn't have provoked you and would have left you alone in the world. I don't have much. There really aren't many things left for you, just those few paintings. If you like them, keep them. If you don't like them, let Jin sell them. Didn't they say that the paintings become valuable after the artist's death? "

"There is nothing to be sorry for. It is an unexpected blessing that I can meet love at this age. The love you left me is enough to support me for the rest of my life."

Gu Fang leaned down and kissed his lips gently.

Muzhou looked at his apprentice and his wife, his eyes full of love. He stretched out his hand, and Yu Jinwen took it. He heard the teacher say: "I fell in love with you at a glance when I was a child. I saw that you are a wise and talented person. However, after Hui Yiyao passed away, there must be someone equally powerful to suppress you. You are lucky to have met Xiao Song. This little girl is powerful."

"Teacher Mu, are you praising me or hurting me?"

"Naturally, to praise you."

Mu Zhou smiled, and he let Nan Song's hand come over, overlap it with Yu Jinwen's, and blessed them, "The road of life is not long, nor is it short. There must always be a caring person. With you around, this road may not be smooth, but it must be solid. You are still young and will face many things in the future. No matter what, you must support each other and go on. When two people are together, trust and tolerance are the most important things. It’s important. Living life is like weaving. Even if there are chicken feathers on the ground and patchwork, it will pass. We must cherish the fate between each other, you know?”

Nan Song and Yu Jinwen listened to these words and kept them in their hearts. They nodded in unison, "I understand, teacher. We will do it."

"Well, they are all good children." Muzhou touched the back of Yu Jinwen's head and asked him to come over to his ear. He seemed to have lost the energy, so he said a few more words to his ear. Yu Jinwen's pupils shrank and he looked up at the teacher. , seeing Muzhou nodding to him, he pursed his lips and nodded.

After explaining all the funeral arrangements, Muzhou seemed to have finally let go of all the burdens and could go in peace. He lay down on the hospital bed, but still refused to open his eyes and breathed heavily.Everyone knew what he was waiting for.

A rush of footsteps came from outside, approaching from far away.

Everyone looked towards the door and saw He Shen and Shu Ying appearing at the door. Shu Ying was wrapped tightly. She didn't want to run away, but after entering the hospital door, she couldn't help herself.

She was also afraid that she would not be able to catch up with this last moment.

Arriving at the door, Shu Ying slowly took off the scarf on her head and revealed her face.

When Mu Zhou saw her, his pupils opened and he struggled to get up, but this time he couldn't get up. Yu Jinwen wanted to help the teacher get up, but Shu Ying said, "Lie down."

Nan Song made room for Shu Ying and asked her to come closer.

Shu Ying did not approach, but stood one step away, quietly looking at the old man lying on the hospital bed, her biological father.

In my memory, my mother only mentioned it to her once, and she asked herself.

She had learned from her neighbors that she was not a daughter of the Guo family since she was a child, "So who is my biological father? Why didn't he come to pick us up and leave us here?"

Her mother just looked at her tenderly and sadly, traced her eyes, and told her that her biological father was a foreigner, handsome, talented, and could draw, and he was very good at it.

When Shu Ying was beaten and wronged when she was a child, she would always imagine in her mind that her biological father would descend from the sky one day, save her from the sea of ​​misery, leave the town, and live a good life.

But no matter what she thought, he never showed up, and he didn't show up until her mother died.

Later, Shu Ying forgot about him because she knew that no one would come to save her and she could only save herself. Even if she had money and certain resources later, she never thought of looking for her biological father.

When you were a child, you wanted something but couldn't get it. When you grow up, you no longer think about those illusory things.

She thought she would never see her biological father again in her life, but she didn't expect him to appear again.

"Xiao Shu..." Mu Zhou weakly called out her name.

Shu Ying looked at him indifferently, "You're leaving me again, aren't you?"

Mu Zhou's withered face shed tears, and he gasped, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry Ah Shui, I'm sorry for you..."

A water.

I don’t know how many years, no one has called this name.

Shu Ying thought of her mother, her short-lived and pitiful mother, and there were waves in her eyes.

She looked at Muzhou's hand stretched out towards her and his sad and struggling face. She finally walked over, but did not hold his hand. Instead, she stood by the bed and said without emotion:
"My mother has never said anything wrong about you. She has never blamed you. She said that you gave her joy and happiness that she had never had in her life. She is grateful to you and...doesn't regret it."

Muzhou closed his eyes gently, and a line of clear tears slid down his eyelids. His outstretched hand dropped down with a snap, and his lips moved twice. He didn't know whether he finally called "Ah Shui" or "Girl". .

(End of this chapter)