Back to Twelve

. Pity

"How can I rest assured that you are going to the streets alone. This is no bigger than the county seat. It is much larger than the county seat. If you can't get it back, there are no more bad people than in the village. There are often traffickers who abduct children."

"Dad, don’t always think of me as a child. I’m twelve years old and I’m in junior high school. Don’t worry, I won’t run far. Even if I’m far, I can ask people or take a taxi. A big person can still be lost."

Mencius was so handsome, he smiled and said, "Well, you just need to be careful."

Meng Qingqing went to the bathroom and changed to another piece of clothing he brought from home. It was a shirt with red flowers on a white background. Because it was too old, the original design and color could not be seen. The clothes were small and old, and the styles were earthy. Wearing soil and shabby clothes, Meng Qingqing thought, regardless of it, the soil is the soil. Anyway, he is only a child now, his image is not important, and the illness of father is the most important.

Meng Zijun looked straight but shook his head, "I used to send money back every month. Why didn't your grandma take you to buy some clothes? You see, your clothes are small, not fit, and so old. No, I’m going to take you to buy some more clothes this afternoon. Girls’ homes will have to dress more beautifully.”

Meng Qingqing took a look. Her clothes are indeed incompatible with the environment here. She comforted her father, "My clothes are not bad on our side. They are good, and they are not broken. They are indeed soiled here. Don’t worry. Go and buy two."

Meng Qingqing opened cabinet 9 and found a white long-sleeved T-shirt, "Dad, change that shirt on you, and I will wash it."

Meng Zijun grinned, "Okay, the girl will help Dad do the laundry."

Meng Zijun sat on the bed to change clothes and took off his clothes. Meng Qingqing could see his father’s skinny ribs one by one. She remembered how strong her father was when she was a child. She turned around, or raised her high to hear her startled and laughed, at that time the muscles on Dad's arm were tangled together. But now his arms are skinny.

Meng Qingqing took the basin to the boiling water room and took some washing powder with boiling water, and met Dr. Ling's son on the walkway. She saw that he was looking at her, nodded to him, smiled, and walked to the boiling water room.

Ling Yunfeng looked at the soil girl who bumped into his father's office just now. She had already changed a dress, a dress that was older and older than the previous one, ugly short hair, dark skin, and thin. She said she was twelve years old, but she looked like a year-old boy. Although she could not find any other words to describe her body except for a single word, but she had a pair of dark and bright eyes. Rural children in the world are as restrained and cringe.

Looking at her small, thin figure, remembering what her father said, "Her mother died when she was a child. Her only relative is her father now, but now her father is also lying in the hospital. Day and night."

Ling Yunfeng murmured, "It is indeed a poor little girl." He turned around and strode towards the elevator.

Meng Qingqing helped her father wash the clothes and returned to the ward. It was already time for lunch. The son of bed 7 has already gone to eat dinner, but the bed has not yet returned. Meng Zijun said: "Dialysis for four hours, it should be over now, maybe they went straight to the cafeteria for dinner."

Meng Qingqing beat her father and her for two meals alone. Dad wants light food, so Meng Qingqing only serves some vegetarian dishes. Moreover, those dishes are just stir-fried with water and they have no taste at all. It’s impossible to have any nutrition. For more than a month, Dad has been eating such a meal

"Dad, didn't you say that my uncle took care of you very well? Why have I been here for a long time and I don't see his shadow? Has he ever cooked you a few meals? The food in the cafeteria is not nutritious at all."

Meng Zijun said while eating, "I have good hands and feet, and I can take care of myself. Your uncle has his own job. It is impossible to come to the hospital to accompany me every day. He comes once every two days or is on dialysis. Take care of him when he is in, other times there is no need to delay him at any time."

"Dad, you always think about others, and you never think about yourself. There are so many people in the cafeteria, so crowded, what if you get knocked down, the doctor said that falling is the most dangerous. Your kidneys are already It’s very fragile, and you’ll be fatal if you fall. I’m usually busy with work, but now it’s National Day. Their research institute must be on holiday, and I don’t see him come to send you a meal."

At this time, bed 7 came back for dinner, and Meng Zijun said, "Where did you go for dinner, my daughter came back after you went, and you are only now back."

The 7-bed son pointed to the bed, "This one has already gone, I met his wife and gave me some comfort."

Bed 7 asked his son, "What do you mean?"

"What do you mean by leaving is dead"

Meng Qingqing exclaimed, "Didn't you say that you went for dialysis? How could you die? Didn't you go well when you went"

Bed 7 sighed, "Patients like us may leave anytime and anywhere. It’s nothing more than an older person like me. A young man like Bed, unfortunately, is only twenty-eight years old and the child is only over one year old. ."

Meng Qingqing knew that this kind of disease was very serious and might die at any time, but she looked fine in the morning like a bed, and left as soon as she said she left. So suddenly, thinking that her father might also face such a situation, Meng Qingqing Frightened, she murmured to herself, "How could this happen, I don't believe it, a good person, if you don't say it, you will be gone."

Bed 7 is still chattering: "This man also comes from the countryside. The family thinks that he is young, and he must be treated anyway. In order to treat him, the family owes a lot of foreign debts, and now it is a waste of money. Poor the rest of the family, the old and the small, his wife alone, how can he make money to pay off those foreign debts"

When Meng Qingqing heard this, her heart became flustered, and the food was hard to swallow, so she simply put down her job. She remembered the number of beds in the morning and said, "Before, I always didn't get enough sleep. Now I am sick, I just sleep." Now he can't wake up for a long time.

After a while, the wife of the bed came to pack her things, her eyes were red and swollen from crying, and everyone comforted her. She packed two big bags, sat on the bed and couldn't help crying again. Meng Qingqing also shed tears. Faced with this situation, everyone's comfort seemed so pale and weak.

Crying enough, she took her things and left, Meng Qingqing walked over to help her carry a bag, and sent her downstairs.

When parting, she touched Meng Qingqing's head, "Good boy, you are also a pitiful, I hope your father can get better and don't leave you alone." Although she comforted Meng Qingqing this way, she knew this. I am sick, I will die sooner or later, I have no confidence to say it, I can only sigh and leave

ps: 8 o'clock in the evening plus one more, everyone quickly vote

Thank you for the rewards from the friends below last week, haste, good gentleman and blessed, Lan Ruohen, little Smurf, pretty girl, smiling, flowers blooming on the road, thank you everyone for your love

...

...