Qian Zhi turned her head to look at Song Qishen. Half of his face was hidden in the shadows, and no emotion could be seen.

She shook Song Qishen's hand vigorously, and then he looked over as if sensing something.

Then, he responded and shook her hand.

He clenched it so tightly, as if he was praying for something, not hoping something would happen.

Song Qishen said before that the old man's health has not been good in recent years, which is true.

Although I have been using plants to recuperate, I can't resist the decline.

It had improved before, but after Mr. Song insisted on returning to China, the effect weakened again. He did not bring that professional team back to China.

Like a migratory bird that has been waiting for a long time, one day finally comes.

Don't want to wait any longer.

No one talked anymore, and the corridor suddenly fell into a huge silence.

Not long after waiting, the lights outside the intensive care unit went out.

Several elders swarmed up.

Mr. Song was pushed into a separate box.

He was unconscious before, but at this moment he seemed to be in good spirits.

He waved away the elders gathered around him and said in a broken voice, "...You guys go out first...leave Ah Shen and Zhi Zhi behind..."

Although the old man seemed to be in good spirits, his deliberately forced voice could not conceal his weakness.

Seeing the old man's request, the elder left the room, leaving the two of them behind.

Qianzhi had already foreseen something. Tears flowed down her cheeks and she couldn't stop them. She sobbed and could hardly speak. She just shouted, "...Grandpa...

...grandfather......"

"Little girl, you need to be pretty...why are you crying...don't cry." Mr. Song twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, wanting to say something, but then he seemed to have given up.

Song Qishen stood tall and straight, like a strong pine tree, without saying a word.

Although Mr. Song has an old face and thin hair, he looks more fragile than when Qian Zhi saw him in Norway.

However, his wrinkled hands reached over, tremblingly placed Qian Zhi's and Song Qishen's hands in front of him, and then stacked them together.

Big hands folded over small hands.

"...You two need to be fine, always, you know?"

Song Qishen cooperated by bending down, squatting in front of Mr. Song, and said in a difficult voice, "Grandpa."

"The thing I'm most proud of...is you...even more impressive than that brat your dad." After Mr. Song finished speaking, he smiled again, "I'm old...

..I am really old...but it doesn’t matter, you are still young.”

Qian Zhi let her tears flow, her eyes blurred, and she made no more noise, only nodded desperately.

"Okay, you two go out, I still have something to talk to Qing Ting." Mr. Song looked kindly and smiled softly.

As if he was emphasizing something, but also as if he was afraid of something, Mr. Song ordered, "No matter what happens later, you two will not come in again."

Song Qi took a deep look at the old man, then nodded with determination, hugged Qian Zhi in his arms, and walked out.

Qian Zhi remained silent after that, her eyes were red. She was held by Song Qishen and sat sideways in front of her.

She didn't speak, and Song Qishen didn't speak either.

The two hugged each other tightly in silence, leaning on each other.

The elders all went in but didn't come out.

It seems like a century has passed.

It seems like there isn't.

I don’t know how long it took, but Song Qingting’s cry of sorrow finally came from the ward, “...Dad!”

Qian Zhi could feel the obvious suffocation of Song Qi's deep breath above her head.

The arms holding her tightened.

She hurriedly wiped away the remaining tears on her face, ignoring her own sadness. She hugged Song Qishen with her backhand and buried him in the crook of her neck.

He was in a hurry, like coaxing a child.

"It's okay, it's okay, don't be afraid, cry if you want, you...and me."

The author has something to say: I shed tears as I write this, but as Mr. Song said, it will always be fine.

Although from the beginning to now, many people will say whether the male and female protagonists will be too smooth, but I just want to describe an ideal love.

As long as it can be imagined, it will definitely exist. The ideal is also extended from a small number of realities.
Chapter completed!