Daddy, Here Is Mommy

0Gu Mingcheng closed his eyes tightly. His eye sockets were deep, and the few age spots on his cheekbones were very obvious. If it wasn't for the sound of the ventilator, people would really suspect that he had passed away safely.     2

    

"Grandpa..."    

    

Gu Xiran's nose was sore, and his tears condensed into a row of sparkling pearl flowers on his long eyelashes.    

    

The sound of the ventilator became chaotic, and the white fog on the oxygen mask became much thicker.    

    

Gu Mingcheng's eyelids moved, but he still did not open them.    

    

"Grandpa, I am Xiran. Can you hear me?"    

    

Gu Xiran held Gu Mingcheng's skinny left hand, his eyes red as he sobbed.    

    

Gu Mingcheng's fingers moved slightly. The corner of his mouth moved slightly.    

    

"Grandpa, you haven't seen me for a long time. Don't you want to see me? Oh, right. Xiao Yezi is also back..."    

    

The other three men in the ward were getting more and more depressed. Their faces were full of sadness.    

    

Even Gu Nianshi, who had seen too many people die and die, could not remain calm and indifferent at this moment.    

    

Gu Mingcheng, who was at the end of his life, finally managed to open his eyes with difficulty when he heard his granddaughter's call. However, he only managed to open his eyes slightly. His eyelids fluttered weakly, as if they would close again at any moment.    

    

... "Three..."    

    

Gu Mingcheng's words were unclear. Everyone held their breath and stood at the head of the bed together.    

    

"Grandpa, what did you say?"    

    

Gu Xiran lowered his head, his ears close to the oxygen mask.    

    

... "three..."    

    

Gu Mingcheng opened his mouth with difficulty.    

    

Through the oxygen mask, Gu Xiran really could not hear what he was saying.    

    

"Grandpa, don't worry. Tell me slowly."    

    

... "Three... Cough..."    

    

Gu Mingcheng narrowed his eyes into a straight line. The numbers on the medical instrument started to change rapidly.    

    

Gu Nianshi knew that the situation was not good, and there was a touch of burn on his handsome face. What did Gu Mingcheng want to say when he was dying?    

    

"Three?"    

    

Gu Xiran seemed to understand Gu Mingcheng's words. He could not help but look up at Gu Zhenghe.    

    

"Third Uncle?"    

    

Huh?"    

    

Gu Zheng He was stunned. He did not expect the old man to call him at this time. Even Gu Minhe did not expect it. At this time, the old master had something to say. Shouldn't he say it to his eldest son?    

    

"Dad, I'm the third son..."    

    

Gu Zheng said. He lowered his head and spoke uneasily.    

    

"Xiran..."    

    

Gu Mingcheng lifted his swollen eyelids and fixed his gaze on Gu Xiran. He called out to her with difficulty.    

    

"This?"    

    

Gu Zhenghe looked at his niece in a daze. Then, he turned around and asked his big brother in confusion.    

    

"Big brother, dad, this is?"    

    

"Xiran..."    

    

Gu Mingcheng opened his mouth again, and his cloudy eyes became much clearer.    

    

"Grandpa, I am Xiran. "Speak."    

    

Gu Xiran held Gu Mingcheng's skinny hand with both hands and smiled at him with tears in his eyes.    

    

"You and Ye San..."    

    

Gu Mingcheng was working hard, and the veins on his forehead were bulging. But when the oil lamp was about to go out, there was only one breath left in his heart.    

    

Gu Xiran's pupils shrank. His heart seemed to have been stung by something.    

    

Gu Zhenghe and Gu Minjhe did not understand what Gu Mingcheng was trying to say, but Gu Nianshi, who was at the side, understood. He lowered his eyes and looked at Gu Xiran, only to see that her eyes were dull and her lips were tightly pursed.    

    

"Sister."    

    

Gu Nianshi reminded Gu Xiran in a low voice.    

    

Gu Xiran raised his red eyes and met his clear eyes.    

    

"Do you understand what grandpa means?"    

    

Gu Nianshi squatted down and put his left hand on the back of Gu Xiran's hand.    

    

"Ye San is good. ... Don't you..."    

    

Before Gu Mingcheng could finish his sentence, his pupils contracted and he closed his eyes. The hand that Gu Xiran held was as cold as ice.