Fog clears from Hong Kong Island

Chapter 117 More than enough every year
It rained heavily outside at some point, and the whole city was soaked in rain, dark and silent.

Winter on Hong Kong Island has never been so cold, so cold that we lose all sense of the outside world.

Sang Yu cried until his throat became speechless and his eyes swelled.

She didn't go anywhere, just stayed by the bed, as if her soul had been taken away and she had become a fragile, hollow porcelain doll.

The person on the bed was silent, covered with white cloth, and looked peaceful, as if he was just asleep.

Sang Yu held her cold hand, but couldn't warm it up.

Ming Ming talked a lot yesterday, and Ming Ming agreed to go home together when she recovers.

Why don't you keep your word? Why do you abandon her and don't want her?

The whole day, not even a drop of water came in, and no one tried to persuade her to do anything.

In the end, my body couldn't hold on any longer and I fainted.

I had a high fever. I kept calling "Mom" while in coma, my eyebrows furrowed uneasily, and I was crying even in my sleep.

She seemed to have fallen into an abyss, surrounded by desolation and everyone abandoned her.

There was something clutching tightly to her fingertips, which was her only life-saving straw.

Xi Jinbai guarded her every step of the way.

Tong Tong also accompanied her all the time. She originally planned to accompany Sang Yu at the door of the operating room to wait for her aunt to have the operation, but she only learned the bad news when she came to the hospital, and she cried so hard that her eyes were red.

Sang Yu took antipyretic injections and nutritional injections and was in coma for a day and night before waking up, but the fever was not completely gone.

After she woke up, she cried and asked for Sang Fengping. Xi Jinbai had no choice but to take her to the funeral parlor.
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This winter has been extremely long and cold.

It rained continuously for a week.

Xi Jinbai helped select the cemetery. After consulting Sang Yu, he chose a piece of land with excellent Feng Shui for a high price of 500,000 yuan.

The surrounding environment is very good, with special personnel taking care of it regularly. There are green grass, chrysanthemums everywhere, flower beds and paths intertwined with each other, and the marble tombstones are solemn and lonely.

On the monument is a photo of Sang Fengping when she was young. Her mouth was curved and her eyebrows were smiling. There were no wrinkles on her face or gray hair at that time.

The raindrops hit the tombstone, causing tiny splashes of water, shrouded in the gloom of the rainy day.

The surroundings were silent, and the wind made the shadows of the trees sway, like a sad picture.

Sang Yu wore a black knitted skirt and a black cashmere coat. Her hair was tied up with a black bow hairpin at the top of her hair.

She stood in the rain for five hours. Xi Jinbai held an umbrella behind her. The umbrella was tilted so that she didn't get wet at all.

His own black suit was soaked in large patches.

Xi Jinbai held her frozen hand and said softly: "Go back, okay?"

The moist eyelashes trembled slowly. Sang Yu moved his stiff body and said from his sour nasal cavity: "Yes."

Xi Jinbai held her hand, bowed to the tombstone again, and solemnly promised: "Aunt, I will take good care of Sang Yu for you, and we will come see you next time."

Sang Yu opened his pale lips and said in a low and hoarse voice, "Mom, I'm leaving."

She moved her steps and realized that her legs were numb, and she staggered and almost fell.

Xi Jinbai supported him in time, "Be careful."

He handed her the umbrella, "You hold the umbrella, and I'll hold you."

Sang Yu held the handle of the umbrella and was picked up horizontally.

In his arms, tears overflowed from the corners of her eyes and slid down her cheeks.

Xi Jinbai took steady steps and carried her away.

It was light and weightless in my arms.

After returning home, Sang Yu fell seriously ill again and fell into a coma with a fever.

The dreams are all things that happened when I was a child.

At that time, Sang Fengping decided to adopt her and asked gently: "Baby, would you like to call me Sang from now on?"

She nodded and said "Okay" in a crisp voice. Sang Fengping smiled and said, "Just call me Sang Yu?"

She lowered her head and whispered, "I don't like the word 'yu'."

Sang Fengping touched her head and expressed confusion, "Why? There will be more than enough every year, which is a very good meaning."

Only then did she realize that "surplus" could also mean "surplus every year" rather than "surplus".
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As soon as I opened my eyes, there was the mixed smell of hospital disinfectant and various potions again.

Tong Tong was sitting by the bed. When he saw her waking up, he quickly asked: "Yu Yu, are you feeling better?"

Sang Yu's eyes were hazy, he was in a trance, and he moved his lips, "I..."

My throat was so dry and painful, as if countless needles had pierced the mucous membrane, making it difficult to swallow.

Tong Tong immediately poured her a glass of warm water, "Stop talking now and drink some water."

Sang Yu sat up on the bed, took the water glass and drank most of it to relieve the dryness.

It was dark outside, and I didn't know how long I had slept.

"Let me take your temperature." Tong Tong took the forehead thermometer gun on the bedside table and pressed it on her forehead. It showed a temperature of 37.5. She exhaled, "The fever is almost gone."

Sang Yu turned his head and looked out the window, his thoughts distracted and his eyes unable to focus.

It was dark outside and it was still raining lightly. The lights in the building opposite were blurred in the rain curtain.

Tong Tong was really worried about her, "Yu Yu, would you like some porridge? You haven't eaten well for a long time, and your body will collapse no matter how thin you are."

This week she had become visibly thin and haggard, as if she would break if touched.

Sang Yu slowly came back to his senses and nodded slightly.

As long as you are willing to eat, it is better than losing nutrient solution. Tong Tong quickly asked the people left behind by Xi Jinbai at the door to buy some porridge.

Sang Yu had a fever and was sweating all over. His body was sticky and uncomfortable, so he went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Tong Tong brought her a change of clean clothes in advance.

The bathroom in the private ward is fully equipped, making it convenient to take a shower and wash your hair.

Due to her absent-mindedness, she stayed in there for fifty minutes. She would be in a daze from time to time, not knowing what she was thinking.

There was a knock on the door.

She turned off the shower, dried herself with a towel, put on clean pajamas and opened the door.

The tall figure at the door enveloped her, making her figure appear even smaller.

"Don't wash away the cold." Xi Jinbai bent down and carried her to bed.

Tong Tong was not seen in the ward. Just as Sang Yu was about to ask, he answered first, "I asked her to go back."

He had an emergency online meeting that evening, so he had to leave for two hours.

Xi Jinbai tucked her in, went back to the bathroom to find a hair dryer, returned to the bed, and plugged it into the wall socket.

The hair dryer made a rustling sound, and the fingertips were gently inserted into the hair, gently tossing it.

The hair is nearly waist-length, thick and black, like a piece of carefully woven brocade.

It was the first time he was blow-drying someone's hair. He didn't dare to use force for fear of pulling her scalp.

Sang Yu sat quietly, his scalp felt warm by the blowing, and his eyes didn't know where to look.

After a long time, Xi Jinbai unplugged the hair dryer and put the hair dryer back in place.

The thermos bucket on the bedside table contains white porridge, which is still warm.

He filled a bowl with a spoon, sat on the edge of the bed, cooled it a little, and fed it to her.

I have never taken care of someone like this before, so my movements are a bit unfamiliar.

Sang Yu pursed his lips, took the bowl in his hand, and served it himself.

Holding the spoon, he put it into his mouth in small sips, looking very good.

(End of this chapter)