I'm a world apart from you

Chapter 86

The old man's body completely collapsed.

This was the second year after Wen Ge and Wen Shaoyuan got married. Just after the new year, the old man was talking about going to Fanyin Temple to stay for a few days, but on the day of departure, he fell ill.

When Wen Ge rushed to the hospital, Aunt Xin was paying the bills. Hearing her voice, Aunt Xin looked like she was about to cry. Her trembling hands couldn't hold the money tightly, and the banknotes fell all over the floor.

There were many people coming and going around, Wen Ge pressed Aunt Xin's shoulder, and comforted him: "Aunt Xin is fine, I will pick it up for you."

"Xiao Ge..." Aunt Xin wiped the corners of her eyes, still a little scared, "I got up late today, and I didn't pay attention. When I felt something was wrong and went upstairs, the old man had been unconscious for some time..." She cried Speak out, the voice suppressed to the extreme, "I'm really afraid... I'm afraid that he won't be able to wake up from this sleep."

"No way." Wen Ge put the money back into Aunt Xin's wallet, pressed her hand and squeezed it heavily, "Grandpa Jiren Tianxiang, look at how many times he has been in the hospital over the years, every time there is a shock. No danger, don't worry too much."

"It's different." Aunt Xin shook her head, looking at the lights in the emergency room, feeling quite powerless, "I always feel that this time is different."

Wen Shaoyuan rushed back after receiving the news.

When he was about to board the plane, he received a call from Wen Ge, saying that the old man was out of danger, so don't worry too much.

How can you not worry?It just so happened that the old man was ill this time, Wen Jingfan and Sui Anran were not in City A, and he was away on a business trip, so the heavy burden fell on Wen Ge's shoulders.

"Have you eaten yet?" Wen Shaoyuan glanced at the departure time of the flight, stepped back, and walked to a secluded place.

"Not yet." Wen Ge exhaled with a tired voice, "Aunt Xin scared me this morning."

"Aunt Xin..." Wen Shaoyuan thought of something, and frowned slightly, "Aunt Xin is also getting old, and always thinks of the bad when things happen, please persuade me."

"I will." Wen Ge laughed, and was about to hang up the phone when he heard him say: "No matter what happens, I'm here."

Wen Ge's hand holding the phone tightened, and it took a long time before he hummed.

After getting along for so long, there was a tacit understanding between him and her, and he could understand without saying anything.

Wen Shaoyuan rushed to the hospital immediately after getting off the plane.

The old man just fell asleep after waking up in the afternoon, and Aunt Xin was standing by the bed.

Wen Ge sat on the sofa at the back, his eyes were red from the heat.

"The old man kept repeating a sentence, saying 'Even the Bodhisattva doesn't want to give me a chance', and said a bunch of inexplicable things." Aunt Xin said, took off her reading glasses, wiped the corners of her eyes, and sobbed softly.

After comforting Aunt Xin, Wen Shaoyuan waved to Wen Ge, motioning for her to come out and speak.

After walking out of the ward, the oppressive atmosphere eased a lot.

Wen Ge rubbed his eyes, and within two steps, he bumped his head into Wen Shaoyuan's chest.

He lowered his head, pulled her hand down and looked at her. She probably cried in the afternoon, and her eyes were still red and swollen.

Wen Shaoyuan sighed softly, lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead: "Thanks for your hard work."

Wen Ge shook his head, and when he spoke, his voice was slightly hoarse: "Shaoyuan, you said... Grandpa..."

"Even you think so?" He chuckled, took her hand and walked forward until he reached the end of the corridor and stood in front of the window, "Grandpa is getting old, we all have to be mentally prepared for this."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Ge's tears fell down: "Grandpa woke up in the afternoon and told the funeral, I'm afraid it's like what Aunt Xin said... this time it's true..."

"Huh?" Wen Shaoyuan took her into his arms and patted her lightly, "No."

He lowered his head, and pressed his cool lips against her ear: "Don't show this emotion on your face, Aunt Xin will be sad when she sees it."

It’s okay if he didn’t say anything, but when he did, Wen Ge’s tears couldn’t stop: “You don’t know, when Aunt Xin called me, she couldn’t speak clearly. When I drove to the hospital, Aunt Xin was in the middle of the delivery. Fei, my hands are shaking so much that I can't even hold the money..."

He responded softly, and gently patted the hand on her back to ease her fear: "I'm not afraid anymore."

His embrace was so warm and safe, and her pretending to be calm finally let go of her disguise, and she couldn't hold back her crying anymore.

But this time, he was really not so lucky. After waking up that time, the old man fell into a coma again. Occasionally, when he woke up again, he would stare out the window with dull eyes, and he didn't like to talk or pay attention to others.

This time I was hospitalized for two months.

The old man who was originally thin seemed to have been emptied of his body, his former spirit was gone, his face was sick, and there was no improvement or hope.

The weather in City A is gradually getting warmer.

A few months have passed, and autumn has come. The autumn rains come one after another, and people's hearts are gradually getting colder.

When Wen Ge came back from the hospital in the afternoon, he felt restless. He went to bed early at night, and when he woke up in a daze, Wen Shaoyuan had just gone to bed.

Because he stood on the balcony for a while, he felt a little cold.

When Wen Ge snuggled into his arms, she shivered, and just about to back out, he hugged him tighter.

She opened her eyes and looked at him with dim eyes: "Cold."

"It's not right after coming back from the hospital." He lay down and scratched the tip of her nose with his fingers. "What did the old man tell you in the afternoon?"

Wen Ge was stunned for a while, glanced at him by the light by the bedside, and laughed: "Nothing can be hidden from you, how do you know it's because of the old man?"

"You are my wife, you sleep next to me every night, I don't know what you think?" He rubbed the tip of her nose, "Are you speaking ill of me?"

"Grandpa asked me to continue the incense to the Wen family quickly, saying that only if I stay with the Wen family, our fate will always be smooth." Wen Ge muttered, a little skeptical, "Is this true? What did the old man say? Have a nose and eyes?"

Wen Shaoyuan chuckled a few times, and hugged her: "It's fake. We don't have children, aren't we fine? He just can't hold time, let us give him a small one to hold and play with..."

The more he spoke, the lower his voice became. In the end, even Wen Ge couldn't hear what he was saying.

When she was about to ask, she heard him say: "Then follow his wishes and have one."

"Okay." She nodded, her feet, which were not warm no matter what, were sandwiched between her calves, and her whole body was embraced by him, gradually warming up.

Wen Shaoyuan coaxed her to sleep, and then looked out the window in the dark night.

The phone rang briefly, and he looked down at Wen Ge, who was sleeping restlessly in his arms, and patted her back to comfort her before answering the phone.

Fu Yan's cold voice was like falling into a frozen lake, it was so cold that one could tremble.

Wen Ge opened his eyes sleepily, and looked at Wen Shaoyuan.

From such a close distance, Fu Yan's voice can be heard in the microphone, calm and heavy.

The old man is gone.

The entire night seemed to be torn apart.

Wen Shaoyuan's face suddenly turned pale.

For a moment, Wen Ge seemed to hear the sound of time stopping, and the hour hand crossed zero, with a trailing sound, and it happened to land on Liqiu.

It was raining outside, and the dark night sky could only hear the sound of rain, and it was too dark to see the end.

"I've lived for so long, but I've lived enough. I'm afraid that people will leave the tea to cool down. I told Shaoyuan to bury it next to Jing'er. When you come to burn incense for Wen Jing, remember to bring me a stick.

"Wen Ge, call me grandpa again!"

You always say that after death, there is only a handful of yellow sand.

You are always afraid that we will forget you, so you were arrogant, stubborn, and tough during your lifetime, and you continued to use your methods until after death. You asked for a stick of incense to remember you, and let us go to your grave every year to pay homage.

The conversation in the afternoon turned out to be your farewell.

(End of this chapter)