She was skillful in writing, and when she wrote, it was as if she had the help of God. She did not lose her mind, did not lose her focus, and was extremely focused.
A servant came to report, "old Madam, he's here. He's just outside the door. "
She held the pen and did not move. Her eyes were slightly stifled.
After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the servant came to report again, "old madam, he's still outside the door. "
Her teeth clenched slightly. The Purple Smoke floating out of the incense burner in front of her also became distorted... ...
After two sticks of Incense, the servant came to report again, "old madam, it's raining... "
She finally put down the pen and walked to the window. She looked at the dense rain and was lost in thought.
Outside the door.
Yan Qing had prepared an umbrella for Yan Youcheng. This rain had come in a rush and it would probably not stop for a while.
"Dad, get in the car first. " Yan Qing opened the car door.
Yan Youcheng was silent for a moment. He nodded and got into the car.
He was no longer a twenty-something-year-old kid. He could easily stand in the torrential rain for a few hours.
The wound on his waist had once been hurt. When it came to the continuous rain, it was cold and painful. It was continuous and bone-corroding.
After the window down, isolated from the outside of the Rustle of the rain, inexplicably some quiet.
Yan Qing's hands hanging by his side tightened and tightened. "Dad, will mom be okay? "
Long Qingxin's territory, even Yan Qing, is impossible to break into.
What's more, Yan Youcheng is still here, how can Yan Qing make the decision?
But Yan Youcheng said nothing. He closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.
If one of them had taken Zhou Lingfang, he could have gone to her house and asked for her.
But... ...
Only Long Qingxin.
The guilt and guilt from the past instantly turned into thousands of sharp shears and shot towards Yan Youcheng.
The pain of thousands of arrows piercing the heart was nothing more than that.
The rain did not stop, and Long Qingxin did not let go either.
A high wall separated the two of them, just like how they had been separated for thirty years.
The continuous drizzle, each enduring in their own sky.
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At the hospital.
Xia Jinqi leaned against the headboard of the bed, also staring at the rain outside the window in a daze.
Yan Jun did not go to the company. As he promised, he had been guarding Xia Jinqi's ward.
At this moment, he was focused on peeling an apple.
Xia Jinqi tried her best not to look at him, but the corner of her eyes kept falling on him.
She had no choice. She had never seen him peel an apple before... ...
However, his slender and well-proportioned fingers were very flexible. In less than a minute, the apple was sliced into pieces. He even cut it into small pieces and used a fork to fork it before feeding it to her mouth.
Xia Jinqi gritted her teeth. She refused to open her mouth and did not look at him.
"It's very sweet. " He coaxed her with rare patience.
Her heart could not help but tremble slightly.
Just as she was hesitating whether to open her mouth or not, aunt Chen walked in from outside the door. She glanced at her, then at Yan Jun, and spoke with some difficulty "Young Master, young mistress, the family just called. They said that someone from the Yan family has come. They've been waiting outside Qingxin Garden for the whole morning, but old madam refused to open the door... "
Hearing this, Yan Jun only snorted lightly and did not say much.
Before entering the ward, grandfather had already called him, asking him to go back to Qingxin Garden to persuade grandmother.
As he rejected him, he couldn't help but wonder if his parents knew that this day would come, so they went on a trip ahead of time, right?
They hid in time.
Xia Jinqi was extremely concerned about things that Yan Jun didn't care about.
"Grandma didn't open the door, and GRANDPA didn't leave either. So He's been waiting at the door all this time? "
For some reason, Xia Jinqi felt that her grandfather and grandma were lovers, and it was a pity that they had been separated for so many years.