When the two children came back from school in the evening, Zong Yanxi lay on the head of Zong Qifeng's bed and stacked paper cranes with colorful paper, "This is what the art teacher taught us to fold."

"Yeah?"

Zong Qifeng reached out and touched his granddaughter's head, "Have you learned it?"

"I'm not skilled yet, I don't look good as a teacher."

Zong Yanxi turned it seriously.

"I believe Xiaorui will fold beautifully."

Zong Yanxi raised his head, "Grandpa, I want to break a lot."

"Why?"

Zong Qifeng asked.

He leaned half against the head of the bed, his face turned yellow and thin.

"Well—There is an ancient legend that a thousand paper cranes that are folded with care can bring happiness and good luck to the loved ones. I want to fold a thousand to give them to you so that you can get better soon."

Zong Yanxi said seriously.

Zong Qifeng felt warm in his heart. This little girl was getting happier and happier, "Where did you hear it?

If you don’t study hard, you will learn something useless.”

"It was what the art teacher said when he taught us. Is it useless for what the teacher teaches?

Then I won’t listen to the teacher and do my homework well in the future.”

Zong Yanxi was very clever, and Zong Qifeng said pamperedly, "I was wrong, it's useful, it's useful."

Zong Yanxi opened her bright eyes, her curly eyelashes flashed, and she looked at Zong Qifeng with a serious expression, "Grandpa, I will be very attentive, I pray that you will get better soon."

Zong Qifeng had no regrets, and the only thing he couldn't let go of was these three children. Cheng Yuxiu wanted to see them enter the school before she died, and Lin Xinyan gave birth to the child, but she didn't even see it.

"I'll go and hang up."

Zong Yanxi hung the folded paper crane on the curtain of the window with thin thread.

Lin Xinyan came in with Xiaobao in and saw his daughter walking on a stool and hanging a paper crane to support her, "Slow down."

"It's okay, I've grown up."

Zong Yanxi hung up and climbed down and said, "Mommy, are you holding your little brother to see your grandfather?"

Lin Xinyan nodded, "Yes, my little brother misses grandpa."

"hey-hey."

She reached out to pinch her brother's face, "His face is so soft."

Lin Xinyan patted her hands, "You can't pinch your face, you will drool."

Zong Yanxi pouted and said I'm leaving.

After saying that, he walked out of the house and was about to close the door, he ran into Zong Jingyao at the door and shouted affectionately, "Dad."

Zong Jinghao responded, "Go to the living room to play with your brother for a while."

"I don't play with him, he's very boring."

After saying that, he went back to his room.

Zong Yanchen was originally a little bitch, but now his family was just Zong Yanxi and Xiaobao who didn’t know about Zong Qifeng’s situation. Zong Yanchen was sad. He, who was not interested in talking, became even more silent.

Zong Yanxi said he pretended to be deep.

He just listened and ignored it.

Zong Jinghao closed the door and walked to the bed, pulled a chair over, and sat down at Lin Xinyan.

After Zong Qifeng got sick, he no longer liked to hold Xiaobao. Although this disease was not contagious, he was afraid that it would infect him, and that the disease on his body would be contaminated with him.

He is small and has weak resistance.

"Why did you carry him over? Don't be so close to me."

Zong Qifeng waved his hand.

Lin Xinyan said, "Jing Hao and I have something to say to you."

"What's up?"

Zong Qifeng looked up at Zong Jinghao.

"Jing Hao and I discussed with us and wanted to raise Xiaobao by Su Zhan and Qin Ya."

Lin Xinyan said.

Zong Qifeng's eyes lowered, his eyes slowly fell on Xiaobao, and he said, "This is your child, you have discussed it, I have no objection."

He reached out to Xiaobao and grabbed his fingers, grinned and smiled.

“…It’s good.”

Zong Qifeng was sick, but his mind was clear and he knew what they were thinking.

"Your parents are the only daughter. This child takes your father's surname and inherits your parents' family business. It's a perfect match. I can't see them when I was born. When I see them underground, I can also tell them a message."

Zong Qifeng's voice was very light and seemed weak.

The atmosphere suddenly became heavier, especially when he heard the next two words from Zong Qifeng and said for a while, Zong Qifeng was tired, Lin Xinyan and Zong Jinghao left the room and he rested.

At night, Lin Xinyan turned over and found that there was no one around him. He opened his eyes in a daze. Through the thin gauze curtain, he could see a black shadow standing on the balcony. She got up and took a piece of clothing in slippers, and put her coat on him, "Why don't you sleep?"

The soft moonlight fell, and Lin Xinyan could see his deep face clearly, and now he was filled with indescribable emotions.

Zong Jinghao took off his coat, put it on her body, and held her hand in the palm of his palm, "I can't sleep, stay with me for a while."

Lin Xinyan nodded lightly, and neither of them spoke, just standing quietly, with a ray of moonlight shrouding on them in the middle of the night.

"Do you want to bear with Xiaobao?"

Lin Xinyan turned his head and looked at him, "If you like it, I will give you another one in the future."

Zong Jinghao suddenly held her hand and said, "Your health is not good, we don't want it anymore. It's enough to have Xiaoxi and Xiaorui by our side. They are our first child, and I have no regrets."

It is best to have both children.

"I know that you did this for me. You agree to let Xiaobao's surname Zhuang. He will inherit JK in the future to continue the incense and his career for my father, so that he will not be forgotten. Such a person has existed in this world."

She lowered her eyes gently and attached her hand to the back of his hand. "Qin Ya and Su Zhan raised Xiaobao, just adding two people who loved him more, this is not a bad thing."

I understand the truth, but I just can't bear to let it go.

"Go to sleep."

Zong Jinghao took her hand into the house.

It is difficult to fall asleep even if it is lying on the bed. Xiaobao and Zong Qifeng are all melancholy that linger in their hearts.

There is still someone who hasn't had a good sleep this night.

Sang Yu often had nausea during this period. She didn't eat much tonight and still wanted to vomit, but she couldn't. This nausea kept entangling her and preventing her from resting.

The next morning, she went to a clinic, and had to queue up in a large hospital. Moreover, she was admitted to a company as an intern and could not be late, otherwise her performance would be deducted and the impact would be bad. She was late just after she was admitted to work, which would leave a bad impression on people.

There are not many people in the clinic.

Sang Yu told the doctor about his situation, "I have always felt nausea in recent days, but I can't vomit it out, and my appetite is not good, so I can't eat anything."

The doctor asked, “Has this happened before?”

Sang Yu shook her head, "My body has always been very good."

“Have you stayed up late late?”

The doctor asked again.

"No."

"You may be nausea and loss of appetite due to gastroenteritis."

The doctor said, "I'll prescribe some medicine for you."

Sang Yu said, "Okay, then you can open it for me."

The doctor prescribed several boxes of medicine for her. Sang Yu put the medicine in her bag and went to the company on the way. She bought a cup of hot soy milk and took the medicine by the way.

She calculated that the time was not late for the company.

When I first went to the internship, I just did some simple things, helping me copy a document, post a report, etc., but she felt that she did not relieve the discomfort because of taking the medicine.

I thought it might be because I just took it and it didn’t work yet, so I continued to eat as directed by the doctor at noon.

She has not improved after get off work in the evening, so Wang Tingxue called her to have dinner.

She was very tired from work one day and didn't want to go. Wang Tingxue said, "If you don't come, you will not be my good friend."

Sang Yu sighed, knowing Wang Tingxue's temper, he had to go, otherwise he would have to ignore her for a long time.

“The noodles from this restaurant are very delicious.”
To be continued...