During this period, Lu Yongfei left once and brought back a box lunch for Jiang Yi.

Smoking is not allowed in the hospital. Jiang Yi grabbed a cigarette and rubbed it back and forth with his fingers. He was addicted to smoking.

"Brother, go out and smoke a cigarette. I'll watch it here. And I bought some food, so you can have some food."

Lu Yongfei knew that talking to Jiang Yi was scolding him, but he had to say it.

After this incident, he owed the Jiang family all his life.

"Eat? Am I in the fucking mood? Are you in the mood for me?"

Jiang Yi raised his hand and waved away the plastic bag that Lu Yongfei handed over.

He sat here for hours, still reluctant to believe that the accident really happened to his son.

"Jiang Haoyue, he's only nine years old, he's just in the third grade this year," Jiang Yi gritted his teeth, each word was as heavy as it was squeezed out of his teeth: "He has become..."

That word is horrible.

Even Jiang Yi, who is full of swear words, can't say it - how can that word be used on Jiang Haoyue?

"I can understand, really." Lu Yongfei lowered his head and sighed: "I have a daughter named Lu Miao, who is eight years old. I understand the feeling of being a father too well. When something happens to a child, it's more important than what happens to me. It hurts a thousand times more."

"What's the use of understanding?"

Jiang Yi sneered and didn't take his love at all: "You have to be responsible, you have to be responsible, or I will find someone to kill you, and your whole family."

"I know."

Lu Yongfei raised three fingers and swore to the sky: "I, Lu Yongfei, have a son from now on."

Chapter 2 Brother

Until Lu Miao fell asleep, she didn't eat the chocolate that Lu Yongfei bought her.

But this is also very common. Lu Yongfei's job is as a driver. He drives for his boss, and his commute time is not stable.

In the middle of the night, Lu Miao fell asleep when she heard her mother talking on the phone in the living room.

"But this is definitely not our full responsibility... Can we negotiate... How could..."

"What you said is serious... Still not awake? Not out of danger..."

The voice was intermittent, and my mother seemed to be crying.

"What kind of evil did you do, to put on such a thing."

"You deal with it first, um... come back and we'll discuss it."

Lu Miao wanted to cheer up and hear more clearly, but he was so sleepy that his eyelids struggled a few times and closed again.

When Lu Miao woke up the next day, Lu Yongfei was eating breakfast, and Lin Wenfang stood at the dining table and spoke to him.

"Dad!" She ran over.

Lu Yongfei touched his daughter's messy little head and squeezed out a smile at her.

Lu Miao observed that her father looked very tired with red blood in his eyes, so he asked him, "Dad, did you sleep well?"

"Your father hasn't slept all night." Lin Wenfang sighed softly, put his hand on her husband's shoulder, and pressed it for him.

Lu Yongfei felt restless and had a bad appetite: "I'm thinking about going to the hospital after breakfast."

"What's the use of going?" Lin Wenfang advised him: "You have to go to sleep for a while, and stop thinking about it. Fortunately, the child woke up. Like we said just now, this matter is a long-term plan, and God will always give it to you. We left an opportunity to make up for it."

"What kid?" Lu Miao couldn't help but interject.

With so many worries, Lin Wenfang didn't have time to explain so much to the child, so she rushed her to brush her teeth and wash her face: "I'll tell you later. Don't procrastinate here, or you'll be late for class again."

Lu Miao is eight years old this year and is in the second grade of primary school.

In this world, there are many things she doesn't understand, such as multiplication and division, the meaning of ancient poems, why Xiao Ming always gets dirty, why Xiaohong always speaks half of her words, and asks her to complete the next sentence.

What Lin Wenfang told her about "car accident and disability" had only been heard by Lu Miao in TV dramas.

In "One Curtain Dream", Fei Yunfan, with thick eyebrows, said to Wang Luping plausibly: "You just lost a leg, but Ziling lost her love."

Lu Miao didn't understand the lines and the TV series. However, their family did not lose their love, what their family lost was the house.

Mom and Dad told her, "We're going somewhere else," and they promised her that they could raise chickens downstairs in the new house.

What a fun little chicken! So Lu Miao was not very sad about the move.

The day when he first saw Jiang Haoyue, Lu Miao was wearing a yellow skirt.

She was so active that she jumped up and down to be naughty and mischievous when she had nothing to do. Lin Wenfang didn't like to wear skirts for her, and it was inconvenient to wash.

Occasionally wearing a skirt, Lu Miao was obviously very excited. She secretly pulled up the gauze skirt under the seat with her left hand, and buttoned the embroidery of the small flower, feeling out the thread on the edge of the petal.

When Lin Wenfang saw it, she couldn't help but come to an education: "It's ridiculous, you're already in the second grade, and you don't look like a girl."

Lu Miao is honest.

"Do you remember what your mother taught you before?" Lin Wenfang couldn't let go.

Lu Miao nodded as if pounding garlic: "I remember it."

Then he turned his head and entered the hospital. While Lu Yongfei and his wife were talking to Jiang Yi, the skin boy spread his feet and ran away again.

There was a special smell of disinfectant in the hospital. Lu Miao felt that it smelled better than the soil that was raining outside. The science class said that disinfectant was used to kill bacteria.

There are six beds in each children's ward. She walked to other people's beds one by one and guessed which child was "Jiang Haoyue" as her parents said.

What's more mysterious is that Lu Miao really recognized it at a glance.

The boy lives in the innermost bed in the ward. The window was closed tightly, but he seemed to be still cold, and most of his body was wrapped under the quilt, revealing only a bloodless face and a hand hanging a bottle.