When Zong Ying realized that he was going to stop him, it was already too late. Reading at zero

Sheng Qiushi blurted out: "she can't have too much mood swings now, she has something to talk about, why do you force her like this?" He was not a violent person at all. Forced to become popular, he tried his best to press down, calmed his breath and said, "What's more, this is a hospital, what's the trouble like this?"

Sheng Qiushi has always been gentle. The aunt has been in contact with him for so long. She has never seen him speak in such a tone. She was stunned for a moment, but immediately replied: "What's wrong with her and can't get angry? Is she pregnant or has a heart attack? "

In a hurry, Sheng Qiu almost told Zong Ying's condition, but Zong Ying suddenly reached out and stopped him to stop him from interfering.

Sheng Qiushi turned his head to look, and saw Zong Ying's back next to the anti-collision guardrail, his face was as pale as never before, and his hair was wet with cold sweat on his forehead.

Her breathing became heavier, she raised her eyes to look at the aunt, and then turned to Zong Qinglin, biting hard at every word: "What I want to say, I said it just now. The rest of the words are meaningless. "

After speaking, she let go of the guardrail, turned around and walked back.

Verbal disputes are not what Zong Ying is good at. Even if she wins the upper hand, it will only be a short sigh of relief, and she has to get herself out of control in the whole process, which is not worth the loss for her.

Yan Man had told her a long time ago, "To reason with people who can reason with reason, and if you encounter those who can't reason, it will be futile to say it thousands of times." The contact with that family was of the utmost importance, and the well water never made the river water, but now that the other party took the initiative to attack, she was deeply aware of a feeling of boredom; humaneness.

Before Zong Ying walked out, Sheng Qiushi caught up, grabbed her arm, and said, "Follow me."

He looked back as he spoke, and saw that the aunt was still chattering about something, nothing more than that Zong Ying was pretending to be sick and being squeamish, and he just wanted to leave himself innocent.

With disgust on Sheng Qiushi's face, he sighed helplessly, and quickly took Zong Ying into the consultation room and closed the door.

Zong Ying's condition is too bad at this time and needs to be adjusted urgently, and it is not appropriate to go back to grandma's ward immediately.

She sat on the sofa in the consultation room and took the water that Sheng Qiushi handed over. She didn't care whether it was hot or cold, she took out the medicine box from her pocket, poured out the daily dose, and swallowed the water. After about thirty seconds, she raised her head.

Sheng Qiushi stood in front of her with anxiety, worry and inquiry in his expression.

At this time, Zong Ying realized that Sheng Qiushi was not only suspicious, he should have seen her medical records.

At this point, she couldn't hide it from him anymore, she could only speak before he asked: "If you want to ask about the examination, then I can only reply to you 'admit the facts and actively treat', other than that I think it's a waste of energy to worry about whether there are some or not."

She paused for a while, then said, "Just let me stay here for a while. Grandma's blood pressure was very unstable just now. Could I trouble you to take a look? I'll go right after I adjust it."

Speaking of which, he obviously told Sheng Qiushi that "there is no need to persuade, and there is no need to worry".

Sheng Qiushi gave her a deep look, brought her another glass of water, and said, "Okay, I'll go first."

The door opened and closed, and after about ten minutes, Zong Ying got up and went back to the corridor.

Family members, patients, and medical staff came and went, all calm, as if nothing had happened just now.

Pushing the door into the ward, grandma also pretended nothing happened and said to her, "Are you back?"

Zong Ying made an "en", sat down as if nothing had happened, took the bedside lunch box, opened the lid, the heat rose, and the porridge was not cold yet.

She said: "The multi-grain porridge you buy may be bland, but you need to control your blood sugar, so it's better to eat this."

Grandma asked her, "Aren't you going to eat?"

Zong Ying took out a disposable spoon from the plastic bag and handed it over, saying, "I'm not used to eating porridge. After you finish eating, I'll go downstairs for a big meal."

Grandma saw that she could still speak naughty words without a face, so she relaxed a little and ate porridge with her head down.

The hospital bed was covered with sunshine, and the room was a little hot. Zong Ying got up and adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner. Seeing that her grandmother was almost finished eating, she stepped forward to clean it up.

She took the empty lunch box and put it in a plastic bag, and asked her grandmother, "do you remember Dr. Sun who came to round the room yesterday?"

"Remember." Grandma took the napkin handed by Zong Ying to wipe her mouth, "What did she say about me?"

"No." Zong Ying straightened up, "Don't your legs often feel uncomfortable? She suggested doing an MRI angiography to see what caused it."

"I don't want to do it." Grandma replied decisively.

Zong Ying thought she had concerns: "This inspection is quick and relatively safe, so you don't have to be burdened."

Grandma didn't say a word, Zong Ying waited for her for a long time, and suddenly saw her take out a mobile phone.

Grandma put on her reading glasses, slowly flipped out her phone address book, and made a call. The moment she connected, she shoved her phone into Zong Ying: "Let my uncle talk to you."

Zong Ying answered the phone without knowing: "Little uncle, it's me who reads; the power dominates the world."

Uncle's side is quiet in the middle of the night. He said, "It's Xiaoying, what's wrong with grandma?"

"My grandmother accidentally fell and suffered a small amount of intracranial hemorrhage. I have seen the film, and there is no major problem in general. But she has been suffering from leg pain recently and has difficulty walking. The doctor suggested a magnetic resonance angiography to investigate. lower extremity arteries."

My uncle listened to her patiently, and said calmly, "I know what you said, it is lower extremity arteriosclerosis obliterans. My grandmother has already done this examination, and the examination did not meet the indications for surgery at the time, and the recent symptoms In more serious cases, surgery is required."

Zong Ying pursed his lips and said, "The domestic technology for this operation is also very mature. If possible, I will arrange it immediately."

"I know that the technology in China is very mature." My uncle said slowly, "but she needs someone to take care of her after the operation. If it is done in Shanghai, you can only rely on you, and you have work to do, which will delay. Not to mention grandma's medical records. The insurance and insurance are also here, which is more convenient. The doctor also gave us a schedule a while ago, just this month. "

"This month?"

"That's right. I don't know if my grandmother told you, but I'll pick her up in the middle of the month."

"In the middle of the month?"

"It's the flight on the night of the 14th, and it was booked long ago."

September 14, just a few days away.

Zong Ying glanced at his grandmother out of the corner of his eye, feeling that it was too sudden.

She raised her hand and stroked her hair to digest the arrangement, and her uncle asked her, "Is there anything else?"

"No more." Zong Ying said.

"Then you give your phone to grandma."

Zong Ying handed it over according to her words, and her grandmother talked with her little uncle for a while, and hung up the phone until the nurse came to deliver the pills.

Zong Ying stood distracted in the morning light. After taking the medicine, her grandmother urged her to eat breakfast: "Go back to the apartment and sleep after you eat, don't spend the whole day with me."

The date my uncle just mentioned has been haunting her in her mind, and she replied, "I don't really want to sleep."

Grandma said: "If you don't sleep, you have to go back to take a shower and change your clothes. Look at how sloppy you are."

That's true, she hasn't showered and changed her clothes for two nights. I wonder if Sheng Qingrang would be more embarrassed than herself?

Zong Ying quickly regained his senses, and as his grandmother wished, left the hospital and returned to Apartment 699.

Open the door, the house is empty.

Walking into the bathroom, the floor and sink are very dry, and there is no trace of washing in a short time.

The door leading to the balcony was open, and the curtain was moved by the breeze. The bookcase dedicated to Yan Man had the door half-closed.

Zong Ying walked over quickly to close the cabinet door, and at the moment of closing, she noticed that the order of the booklets was passive——

This is not Sheng Qingrang's style of doing things. If it is him, he will definitely put it back as it is, then it can only be moved by grandma.

Zong Ying took out the calendar book with the year printed on it, turned to the last page with the record, and then turned back, staying on the page on September 14, and gently caressing it with his fingers, the words "Zong Ying's birthday" is covered.

"First Evolution"

The day came quickly.

The temperature in Shanghai has dropped a little again, and the sky is cloudy early in the morning, and the weather forecast says there will be showers.

Zong Ying arranged for grandma to be discharged from the hospital, and took her back to the apartment to pack her luggage reads; Taikoo gods.

Originally, Zong Ying said that she would pack it for her, but she refused to say something: "Of course I have to pack my luggage myself. If you flip it over, I will be out of order." Therefore, it can only be delayed until the departure day. Start sorting.

The luggage in the suitcase had not been moved after returning from Nanjing. Grandma folded one by one, and suddenly a washed shirt came out.

She said, "Oh, is this the boy's shirt?"

Zong Ying, who was squatting on the ground and making a list, looked up and recognized that it was Sheng Qingrang's shirt that had been left in the stairwell of the hotel.

She almost forgot about it when she washed it.

Grandma handed it to her and urged, "You have to remember to return it to him."

Zong Ying put away his shirt and said, "Got it."

The shirts were washed so cleanly that even the raging wars of that era were washed away and replaced by the clean smell of modern detergents.

There is no trace at all, Zong Ying thought.

"Why hasn't he shown up lately?"

"busy."

"This sentence is used to perfunctory the old man." Grandma knows this. "I'm not confused, but I can't control that much. As long as you are happy and comfortable, you can do anything."

Zong Ying suddenly felt a little sour in his heart.

At this moment, the doorbell rang suddenly, and grandma said, "It should be your little uncle, he arrived last night."

Zong Ying immediately got up to open the door, and his uncle stood outside the door: "Did I come early?"

Grandma said, "It's getting late, so it's time to clean up."

The little uncle raised his hand and glanced at the time: "Have you packed up and let's go to lunch together?"

Grandma said: "We bought vegetables on the way when we came back in the morning. Let's start working together, and we will be able to eat soon."

Zong Ying also said: "I have already washed the rice."

The little uncle entered the house and washed his hands: "I haven't cooked for a long time, my hands are raw, don't dislike it for a while."

The old clock in the living room walked without haste, the kitchen fumes rose, the windows were half-open, and the damp and cool wind blew in, someone in the apartment was talking, someone was walking, and there was the sound of pots and pans colliding— —

For a moment, Zong Ying almost thought he was back many years ago.

However, the bowls and chopsticks were placed on the dining table, and an empty pair of bowls and chopsticks in one corner brought Zong Ying back to reality.

Grandma looked at the tableware and chopsticks for a long time and couldn't regain her senses. It took a long time before she said, "Today is Xiaoman's memorial day. After dinner, go to sweep her tomb."

Zong Ying also looked back and replied, "Okay."

The drive from the apartment to the funeral home cemetery is all too familiar to Zong Ying.

Her work requires her to go to the funeral home every now and then, and when she finishes her work, she can see the lush cemetery.

She knew that Yan Man was lying in it, but the ashes were just a pile of inorganic matter, and no matter how much they missed it, it would never know.

So she always looked from a distance, never approached.

It has been many years since the last tomb sweep.

The sky was overcast, and the tombstone was also dark, only Yan Man on the tombstone photo was still as young and bright as the read; Qing Ben's enchanting concubine was invincible.

After brushing the dust off the tombstone, grandma leaned over and placed the potted plant in her arms in front of the tombstone, and asked, "Are you alright? I miss you very much."

The old man's voice was full of restrained sadness, Zong Ying's eyes were sore, and he raised his head slightly.

Thick clouds rolled in the distance, the thunder was dull, and the wind and rain were about to come.

Zong Ying bent down to help her grandmother up, remembered the schedule book in Yan Man's cabinet, and finally asked, "Grandma, have you read my mother's notebook for the last year?"

Grandma sighed softly.

Zong Ying continued: "After 9/14, she also arranged other things, how could it be suicide?"

Grandma was not surprised, she turned to look at her, her increasingly cloudy eyes filled with helplessness that had accumulated for a long time: "Then what was the cause of death? Murder? Do you have any evidence?"

Zong Ying restrained his emotions and replied in turn: "I don't know, I can't be sure, I have no evidence."

Grandma sighed again, but immediately took her hand.

Just when Zong Ying thought that grandma didn't want to speak again, grandma said: "If this matter confuses you, then go to the evidence to find out."

The sky was getting darker, and the torrential rain was approaching. The staff tactfully urged, "It will rain if we delay any longer." Zong Ying held his grandmother's hand instead.

After coming out of the cemetery, Zong Ying sent his grandmother and uncle to the airport. It was rainy and crowded all the way. When he arrived, it was already evening, and the sky was pitch black.

Zong Ying parked the car and sent them in. The tide was cold in the hall, and countless white lights were on above his head. Due to the bad weather, several planes were delayed on the big screen. All he could do was wait.

Grandma asked her to go back first, and Zong Ying shied away and said, "It's raining heavily and it's not safe to go on the road. I'll wait until the showers stop before leaving."

She had justified reasons, and her grandmother had no choice but to let her accompany her.

There were people coming and going in the airport hall. Some people got up and some people sat down. An hour and a half later, a couple sat next to Zong Ying.

The girl lowered her head to read the financial news, and Zong Ying glanced at the words "Xinxi Pharmaceutical" on the title.

The girl noticed that someone was looking at her screen, and immediately adjusted the angle of her phone.

Zong Ying turned his face away, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, opened the client, and found the same news.

The title is "Lv Qianming once again raises the card of Xinxi Pharmaceutical, and the number of shares held may exceed Zong Qinglin, the largest shareholder."

There are few comments below, although it is not as lively as social news, but one of them has built a tall building.

The main comment is-

Lu recently bought intensively from the secondary market, and his personal shareholding has reached 5.03%. His two companies hold 10.23% of Xinxi, and the actual 15.26%;

Zong now has a total of 15.3%. If Lu continues to increase his holdings, Zong is indeed in danger.

Then the reply was: "But don't forget, Zong's wife is the sister of Xing Xueyi who died in a car accident. That bachelor Xing Xueyi owns about 2.6% of the shares. This part of the inheritance can only go to the hands of Xing Mei, Xing Mei and Zong is a concerted action person, and their family still has the upper hand no matter what.”

The next quarrel.

The last reply was ten minutes ago, and the man replied—

Whether Xing Mei is of the same mind as Zong Qinglin's family, the ghost knows.

His tone was slightly sarcastic, and he looked like he knew the inside story. The last three words were especially scary reads; Rebirth Against Heaven [Cultivation].

The girl next to Zong Ying probably finished reading it, and muttered, "This can also gossip, there is something wrong with it".

At this time, the announcement of the boarding announcement sounded from the airport broadcast. Grandma narrowed her eyes and checked the boarding pass in her hand. She leaned over to Zong Ying's face and asked her, "Is this the plane we are on?"

"Yes." Zong Ying got up immediately, and his little uncle also stood up.

Zong Ying helped her grandmother, and her uncle came over to get her boarding luggage.

Zong Ying took them to the security checkpoint, stretched out his arms and hugged his grandmother, and said, "The operation went well, I will miss you, Ms. Fang."

The grandmother comforted her in turn: "The doctor said that it is to implant a stent, a minimally invasive operation. Don't take it seriously. Oh, you strangled me, and you can't breathe."

Zong Ying let go of her hand.

Grandma staggered forward, and suddenly turned to look at her.

Zong Ying waved her hand vigorously, and her grandmother also reached out and waved with her.

Soon, the silver hair was gone.

Zong Ying felt a moment of detachment in his heart, turned around and walked back, the road ahead seemed to be empty.

The showers stopped outside, and the thunder and lightning stopped. She glanced at random and saw the bathroom where Sheng Qing had disappeared. Just for a moment, she felt a slight entanglement in her heart.

On a rainy night in mid-September, the coolness was just right. In the beautiful night, the car radio was singing, but Zong Ying didn't hear a word.

Back at Apartment 699, she parked the car, and it was past ten o'clock in the evening.

Zong Ying took a few steps back, looked up at the window of the apartment, it was dark and not angry at all.

She lowered her head and stepped on the standing water on the ground, put her hands in her pockets, and walked towards the convenience store at No. 620.

There was an unexpectedly tragic song in the store, and the air-conditioning was always blowing hard.

Zong Ying took two rice balls in his hand, suddenly put them down, walked to the instant noodle counter, and took a bucket of the most expensive instant noodles.

After finishing the bill, she tore off the wrapping paper, took the boiled water, and sat down by the window with the bowl in her hand and waited.

After a few days of exhaustion, the whole person almost fell to the bottom, and even the strong aroma of the food could not wake up the dull nerves, only the forehead was sweating desperately, which was a little response.

She swallowed the pills, lifted the bowl cover, picked up the chopsticks, and before a mouthful of noodles came to her mouth, the phone vibrated violently.

Zong Ying quickly took out his mobile phone and clicked on the message——

The sender is Xue Xuanqing, the content is only a blurred photo.

Before he could click on the big picture, Xue Xuanqing sent a second message: "Did you see it? Surveillance screenshots, that person has been found."

Zong Ying lowered her head in a daze, and suddenly someone knocked on the glass window in front of her.

He leaned over and tapped, Zong Ying raised his head.

Across the floor-to-ceiling glass, a restrained smile appeared on his unhealed face as he handed over a watch box.

The box is printed with omega's advertising slogan from the 1920s to 1940s -

forlife.

"Happy birthday, Miss Zong."

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