I did dozens of push-ups, and when I couldn't do it anymore, I bargained with him. He thought about it for a moment, and said that he could exchange ten seconds of kissing for ten push-ups.

My mother booked an early flight and arrived at noon. Ran Qingzhuang got up early for this reason, packed up the games outside, and placed them neatly.

By noon, Nan Xuan sent a message saying that the person had received it and that he would give a vaccination in the car first, so as not to suddenly scare my mother.

An hour later, he sent another message saying that he had reached the underground parking garage and was going upstairs immediately.

"It's almost there." I showed Ran Qingzhuang's phone, and truthfully told my mother their location.

Ran Qingzhuang showed a rare nervousness on his face, got up from the sofa, walked to the bar, took out a disposable cup and placed it, and began to boil water.

My mother rushed in when the kettle was bubbling hot. At that time, Ran Qingzhuang's hand shaking the tea leaves almost knocked the cup to the ground.

I got up to meet her: "Mom..."

"Ji Ning, what's the matter with you?" She rushed over to grab my hands with red eyes, and asked in a trembling voice, "What's wrong with you? Nan Xuan refused to tell me, it really made me desperate. Yes.Isn't it serious? Don't scare me."

"Brother!" The younger sister also rushed in, "What's wrong with you, wasn't it okay before? Why did you suddenly get so sick?" She cried and held one of my arms.

Nan Xuan followed at the end and silently closed the door.

I took my mother and little sister and let them sit on the sofa: "I didn't say anything because I was afraid you would be worried..."

Ran Qingzhuang held the freshly brewed hot tea and placed a cup in front of the two of them. There are two people, one old and one young, with four eyes staring at me anxiously, with no extra attention given to him at all.

I considered my sentence and continued: "I have a tumor in my brain that requires surgery, but it is very dangerous. It may be disabled, or it may...die."

My mother stared at me blankly with wide eyes, as if she had stopped breathing, and her face was as pale as paper.

After a while, I realized that was wrong, she was really not breathing.

"mom?"

I hurriedly stepped forward, sat beside her, patted her on the back, and gave her comfort. Ran Qingzhuang fetched a magazine from nowhere and fanned the wind at my mother.

I didn't dare to stimulate her again: "Don't worry, it's alright, you can be optimistic..."

The air swept across the vocal cords, and my mother let out a long, weak moan before finally inhaling normally.

She took a deep breath, her eyes gradually filled with tears, and without waiting for me to say anything, she stretched out her arms and hugged me tightly, and wept bitterly.

When she was twenty-five years old, this was the second time she cried like this in front of me. The last time was the night my dad died.

Chapter 77 Don't Leave Me With Nothing Again

My mother cried a lot, and her emotions were stabilized. After wiping away her tears, she said she wanted to see my attending physician to learn about my condition.

The world has never been kind to her, but she doesn't seem to be knocked down no matter what. Obviously so thin and so helpless, but because of the title of "mother", she bears all the hardships.

Only now did I feel naive.

Even without Ran Qingzhuang, I would not be able to leave this world willingly. No matter how well thought out and how unrestrained before, under the tears of relatives, all the calmness of dying in peace will vanish, leaving only the infinite nostalgia for this world.

Ran QingZhuang and Nan Xuan accompanied my mother to see the doctor, while my younger sister stayed in the ward with me.

Compared to her mother, the younger sister was much more fragile, she couldn't stop crying, and the tissues soon piled up into a hill.

"Do you want to play games?" To distract her, I asked, pointing to the pile of puzzle games in the corner.

She choked and shook her head without looking at it. Her tears had just stopped, and her eyes turned to my face. With a wow, she cried even more fiercely.

I had a headache: "Don't cry, am I okay?"

She blew her nose and spoke with a heavy nasal voice: "It's all my fault."

"What's wrong with you?" I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "It wasn't your fault that I got sick."

"If it weren't for me...you and mom...you and mom would be better off. You're sick because you're tired!" She cried so hard, her facial features were distorted, she really felt that I was sick. Have to pay most of the responsibility.

Lingge and I did not have a father since we were young, and it was not easy for our mother to raise us through hard work. After I went to college, I started working outside to earn money. I did send some money back to my family every month, but it was all within my ability.

As a member of the family, I don't think this is a kind of "pain", nor do I blame my relatives for the unhappiness in life.

I sighed and said, "You're going to be a college student anyway. Let me tell you some scientific evidence. It doesn't matter if I'm tired or not, and I'm really not tired. If you want to say that, then without me, you and your mother are the same. Wouldn't it be easier?"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Lingge's eyes were red, and she loudly covered me, tears silently sliding down the tears on her cheeks.

Seeing that she couldn't stop crying, I deliberately distracted her, took another piece of paper for her, and said, "Okay, stop crying. Tell you something, I'm in love."

When she heard the words, she stopped for a while and looked at me with wide eyes, but she didn't cry anymore.

"What... when did it happen?"

"The two of us met in high school, and we met again six months ago, and we only confirmed our relationship recently," I said.

"Oh." She nodded while clutching the tissue, and after a while raised the tone of "um", looking back, "Then does she know you're sick?"

"I know." I stopped going around in circles with her. "He was here just now, and you have met."

The little sister's expression was blank for a moment, and the tears were completely withdrawn.

"Just now..." She glanced at the tea cup on the coffee table, her face full of disbelief, "That... that man?"