When Ran Jin's car drove to the door of a private hospital, Ran Jin had already removed the tear marks on his face, "showing" any traces of emotions.
"Little ban!" He Zhi waited at the door for a long time, and greeted him as soon as he saw Ran Ban's car. "Are you here, tired? Have you eaten yet?"
He Zhi still wears the mask and sunglasses, and the knife that was stabbed is not clear yet, even if she is fully armed, she can already see her face pale and restrained, for fear that the action will be too big and the injury will split.
He Zhi held Ran Bin's hand, caressed carefully the wound that had not been completely healed, and said distressedly: "Why is it hurt so deeply? It hurt at that time, right? To protect his mother, Xiao Jian suffered. "
The temperature from He Zhi's fingers made Ran Jin very comfortable. She pulled her hand back and hid it in her sleeve.
"Go in." She said flatly.
"Okay, I'll take you in to see dad and "milk" "milk"."
He Zhi took her into the hospital and came to a ward.
There was a gray-haired old man lying in the ward. She described withered as if she had been ill for a long time, her face was pale and only skinny was left.
Sitting by the bed is a middle-aged man who is peeling apples for his mother.
This man is He Zhi's husband and Ran Jin's father, Ran Ming.
"Mom, have some apples?" Ran Ming handed the cut apple to his mother's mouth.
The old man coughed a few times and said upset: "I want to eat."
Ran Ming had no choice but to put the apple back: "Then I will cut the pear for you."
Never respond.
He Zhi brought Ran Jin and opened the door softly. Ran Ming looked at Ran Jin. When he saw her face, his eyes gathered slightly.
Ran Jin also condensed him for a moment, then quickly turned his eyes away expressionlessly.
Ran Ming let out a "hiss", his finger was cut with a knife and blood was lost.
"Hey, why are you so careful." He Zhi hurried over to stop the bleeding.
The voice made Lao open his eyes.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Ran Jin standing on the edge of the hospital bed.
"Little ban? You, are you here?" The initially weak and chaotic pupils burst into incredible light the moment they saw Ran ban.
The old man who was just still muddled and full of world-weary emotions was about to sit up immediately.
"Mom, be careful." Ran Ming hurriedly came to help her.
He Zhi pulled Ran Ban to the old side, and said with hope: "Xiao Ban, how do you call "milk" or "milk"?"
Ran Jin's lips moved, the appellation had come to her lips, but in the end she still couldn't call it.
""Milk" "Milk" is still too strange to Ran Jin.
He Zhi smiled awkwardly to the old man: "Xiao Jian, this child, has always been good before, so he couldn't see you. This, when he got better, he said that he would come to see "milk" and "milk". Xiao Jian always thought about it. Thinking of you."
"Milk" and "Milk" held Ran Ban's hand, tears were always running: "Little Ban...Let "milk" and "milk" take a good look at you, look better, hey...my poor child, My little ban..."
