Kang Xiaoqiao could no longer care about the wedding banquet. Now that Lu Yichen's childhood sweetheart was seriously ill, this was a big deal.
Lu Yichen's mood was also very heavy. Very soon, the two of them arrived at the hospital where Luo Yumei was staying. The empty hospital corridor looked a little creepy.
From the beginning to the end, there were only the figures of Lu Yichen and Kang Xiaoqiao rushing forward. There was also the sound of Kang Xiaoqiao's high heels hitting the ground.
Soon, the two of them walked to the door of the ward. At this moment, Zheng Qiu was holding a three-and-a-half-year-old child, sitting at the door and crying.
The little boy was a little stunned. He did not understand why Zheng Qiu was crying, but he was very sensible and comforted her. "Aunt Qiu, don't cry. Mom is fine. She said that she will be fine soon."
"Aunt Qiu, look, Xiaobao doesn't cry--"
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Seeing this, Kang Xiaoqiao stopped in her tracks, and her eyes instantly became moist.
There seemed to be a dull pain in her heart, a kind of repressed emotion. It was as if she was holding back an internal injury.
When Zheng Qiu saw the two of them, she wiped her tears and said, "You're here."
Then, she held the little boy's hand and said, "Call them Uncle Lu, Aunt Lu."
The little guy obediently said, "Hello, Uncle Lu, Aunt Lu."
His big eyes were like the purest crystal in the world. Kang Xiaoqiao looked at him as if she saw his mother. The two of them had the same crystal clear eyes that were filled with purity.
Lu Yichen coldly acknowledged and then pushed the door open and entered. Kang Xiaoqiao squatted down and took out a piece of fruit candy from her bag and said, "Xiaobao is so obedient. This is for you to eat."
The little guy looked at it and his eyes were filled with desire. However, he did not dare to take it. Instead, he looked up at Zheng Qiu.
Zheng Qiu wiped her snot and said, "Aunt Lu gave it to you. Take it."
The little guy then took the fruit candy. Kang Xiaoqiao rubbed his head and said, "Such a good boy."
Then, she looked in through the door and window. "Mei Zi, how is she?"
Zheng Qiu's tears fell again when she heard that. She said with a heavy nasal voice, "Not good--"
"Go in and take a look--"
Kang Xiaoqiao nodded, then pushed the door open and entered.
This ward could be said to be a VIP ward. The environment inside was very good, but it was very warm in the middle of winter. There was no cold at all.
At this moment, Luo Yumei was lying on the hospital bed. She was very weak. Her face was as pale as a vegetable. Her lips were dry and cracked, and her cheeks were sunken. However, her eyes were very calm.
Her arm was still dripping with water, and the oxygen mask had been removed. There was a man sitting next to her. To be exact, it was a very slovenly man.
His hair was messy, his face was green, and his face was full of stubble. His dark circles under his eyes were almost as dark as zombies. It seemed that he had not been doing well recently.
When she saw Kang Xiaoqiao coming over, Luo Yumei forced a smile and said, "You're here--"
Her voice was so soft that it could not be heard. However, Kang Xiaoqiao could understand her mouth shape. She smiled and walked up to her and said, "Yes, I'm here to see you."
Luo Yumei looked at Kang Xiaoqiao's ruddy skin, and her calm eyes finally showed a trace of emotion. She was envious. After a long time, she finally said, "Healthy, so good--"
After hearing that, Kang Xiaoqiao sighed in her heart. She patted her arm and said, "Don't worry, it will be fine."
Luo Yumei smiled and didn't say anything.
Luo Yumei had never thought that when she was about to die one day, her calm heart would actually be moved.
She thought that she was already very calm. She thought that her heart was as calm as water. However, when she saw Kang Xiaoqiao's bright and fresh life, she was unexpectedly envious.
She was not two years older than Kang Xiaoqiao. However, in the past few years, she had aged unusually fast. She had lost her uterus and ovaries, but now, she still couldn't save her life?
She was also unwilling. She was unwilling. Her child was still so young--
But, this was life, wasn't it? This was life--
At the same time, she began to regret. She really regretted. She regretted why she did not cherish her body when she was young. Why did she waste her body like this? Now, at her young age, she was like an old woman and faced death.
She really regretted it--
However, there was no medicine for regret in this world. In this world, you could let everyone down, but you definitely could not let down your own body.
How could a person who did not love himself love others? Even if he received the love of others, it was still so short-lived, wasn't it?
On the way home from the hospital, both of them were very silent.
After the incident with Luo Yumei, Kang Xiaoqiao also began to reflect on herself. She had to cherish her body. Everything in the world might betray her, but only her body, which she carefully cared for and loved with all her heart, would always follow her everywhere. It would be her most solid backing.
Thinking of this, Kang Xiaoqiao licked her lips. Then, she said to Lu Yichen, who was driving seriously, "Yichen, you have to take good care of yourself."
"Of course, of course. You have to take good care of yourself. We are all fine. We are all fine."
Seeing that Kang Xiaoqiao was so formal and serious, Lu Yichen thought that she was afraid. He raised his hand and patted her head. "Okay, I promise you."
"Don't be afraid. It's okay."
Kang Xiaoqiao bit her lower lip and said, "Mei Zi, she is only two or three years older than me--"
Kang Xiaoqiao wanted to say that she was only at the age of Huaxin. Such a young life was now lying on the bed like an old man who was about to die.
Kang Xiaoqiao felt extremely sad just thinking about it.
At this time, there was no need to care about the grudges. These old and useless matters had long dispersed with the wind. Even their shadows could not be found.
Meanwhile, Lu Yichen sighed heavily.
The wild ginseng that Kang Xiaoqiao brought did not keep Mei Zi's fate. She did not survive this spring and still left.
Kang Xiaoqiao accompanied Lu Yichen to attend her funeral. Those who went were all acquaintances. The Luo family and Mei Zi's original husband's family did not come. Ran Xing had been handling everything from the beginning to the end.
This time, the meeting was even more haggard than the last time. Lu Yichen stayed behind to comfort him for a long time. Kang Xiaoqiao felt sad watching it.
However, Luo Yumei was, after all, a passer-by. In Kang Xiaoqiao's life, it flashed by in a hurry. At this moment, she had no time to feel sad for others.
She still had a lot of things to do.
It was almost the year's graduation season. Not only did Kang Xiaoqiao have to prepare for her thesis, she also had to prepare for the new school.
Now, she was a busy person. Every day, she would go around giving speeches as if she was going to a concert to attract ambitious people.
Although there were indeed many talented people in the future education society that she founded, what era was this?
It was the era of iron rice bowls. Everyone had iron rice bowls when they went back to work after graduation. Even if Kang Xiaoqiao's school was good, it was still run by the people. In their eyes, there was no guarantee.