To My Dear Mr. Huo

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Su Qingsang hopes to get that answer. It's not because she doesn't like Xiang Caiping, nor is it because she wants to recognize the biological mother or what it is like.

She just thought of it after seeing Xiang Caiping.

If Xiang Caiping's life in these 20 years was lonely, wouldn't her biological mother be more lonely than Xiang Caiping?

Xiang Caiping sold his house to do business in the north. But all think of women like crazy.

What about that woman? What about the woman who gave birth to her?

Will she be in a place she doesn't know and is having a bad time? Life is unfortunate?

Su Qingsang was unwilling to think so, but could not restrain himself.

She knew that her mother's love was hopeless for more than twenty years, and she didn't want it. But in the past few months, she looked at Xiang Caiping and got these ideas.

She thought, whether she would recognize the woman or not. She wants to do something for her, be grateful to her for giving birth to this world.

As for the others, let her find someone to talk about.

"Wife?"

Huo Jinyao's voice was on the other side. Su Qingsang looked back and smiled at the fireworks in the night sky: "Huo Jinyao. Can you really realize my wish?"

"Of course." Huo Jinyao nodded: "Even if you want the stars in the sky, I can pick one for you."

"Coax me again." Su Qingsang didn't take this stalk. "Yes. I said I want the stars in the sky, and you will send meteorites back to me."

"Don't you like it?" Huo Jinyao's voice sounded a little regrettable. "Don't underestimate meteorites. Many meteorites are of research value. They are more expensive than diamonds."

Another serious nonsense: "Yes, yes. It ’s more expensive than diamonds. You do n’t have to send me diamonds anymore, just buy a few meteorites and put them in a room. Or you just open a meteorite museum and just display it . All right, okay? "

"Wife, you really know me." Huo Jinyao leaned her body against the wall casually, and glanced at the same night sky. "My previous dream was to open a museum. Exhibit something that others have never seen before. "

Through the phone, Huo Jinyao's eyes flashed with loneliness and nostalgia. Why did the little boy who once wanted to open a museum disappear?

Su Qingsang listened to his nonsense. It was a word he didn't believe, and he lost his temper: "What a great dream, then why didn't he fall in love?"

"Opening a museum doesn't make money just by spending money. Am I not making money for the grandmother first?"

"Huo Jinyao." Su Qingsang caught a loophole: "When you were thinking about making money for the grandmother, I wasn't your wife yet?"

"Yeah. Although you are not my wife, at that time I had a foresight. I knew I had to keep my wife's book first. You see how smart my husband is."

Su Qingsang was going to be amused by him: "Huo Jinyao, I said it was a pity that I didn't invite you for that Spring Festival Gala. You are so poor, it's a pity not to talk about cross talk."

"That's right. They don't look at it. Should I tell you next time?"

Huo Jinyao climbed up the pole, and Su Qingsang was really happy.

"Okay. You will learn more in the future. When I get home, you will tell me cross talk."

"Okay. That's it."

"Okay." Su Qingsang lost to him: "It's getting late. Rest."

"Okay. Then you take a break, don't be too tired, and you'll be called less than Xiaoning them if there is something." Huo Jinyao was about to hang up and suddenly called her: "Wife."

"Yep?"

"I originally booked a ticket for tomorrow and wanted to accompany you. But my uncle came. Later my aunt will come too. I may not be able to come to Lin City after the third grade."

"It's okay. You are busy with your own business." Su Qingsang is very considerate at this point: "Say hello to my uncle and aunt for me. I will definitely go back next time."

"I know. My uncle is okay. He speaks better, and he retired afterwards, almost in Rongcheng. But my aunt doesn't come often. When you come back, we should visit the aunt on purpose."

Huo Jinyao's aunt Huo Yangxiu is a commander and currently serves in a certain military region. She lived in the army compound with her husband for many years, and rarely came to Rongcheng.

"Okay." Su Qingsang didn't shy away and married Huo Jinyao, he said that he would accept his relatives. Although she is not used to facing relatives at home, she will try to get along with them.

"My aunt is good, you'll know when you see it."

"Trust you," Su Qingsang said, and thought of one thing: "Yes, there is something, I want to ask you."

"what?"

Su Qingsang's lips froze and thought of something: "In previous years, every year on the first day of the year, although I didn't like it, I would go to Su's house to give Mr. Li a gift and to give my father a New Year."

Since she moved out of college, she will still return to Su's if she is outside.

She helped her colleagues on duty last year and last year. She still has to be on duty on the first day of this year, but she is a little tangled.

"Huo Jinyao, I actually don't want to go to Su's this year."

She was not angry with Su Chenghui, but she did not want to see Su Chenghui either.

"Don't go, don't go." Huo Jinyao said quite casually: "Just stay with your mother in the hospital for the past two days. You have to go to Su's house and wait for me to come back with you."

"Okay." Su Qingsang didn't object, and Huo Jinyao was there. She thought that she would be much calmer and calmer.

"Wife. Listen to me. With me, don't do things you don't want to do in the future. Don't see people you don't want to see. It's okay."

This is really wayward. But where can people really live in this world?

Not to mention other things, the Su family also has the grace of nurturing. No matter what reason Su Chenghui tells the Li family that she is Xiang Caiping's daughter, it is also true that he raised her.

Now she hopes that Su Chenghui will tell her the answer one day and tell her who her biological mother is.

"Really. I won't let you suffer any wrong with me. Don't you believe me?"

"Well. I believe you."

In fact, following Huo Jinyao for more than half a year, she really hasn't suffered any grievances.

Su Qingsang talked to Huo Jinyao on the phone, and it was almost one o'clock in the morning.

Those who set off the fireworks dispersed, and the surroundings were quiet, and Su Qingsang quietly returned to the ward.

In the morning, Xiang Caiping woke up earlier than Su Qingsang. When Su Qingsang got up, she was already awake.

"Early." Su Qingsang got up quickly: "Happy New Year. Mom."

"Happy new year. Happy new year." Xiang Caiping looked at Su Qingsang and waved at her: "Come. Here you are."

She took a red envelope from under the pillow: "Happy New Year."

"Mom, what are you doing?"

"New year's money. It should have been given to you yesterday, and I forgot to talk." Xiang Caiping said this, with some blame on her face.

"Thank you mom. I'm so old, where do I need this?" But Su Qingsang was very moved. She was born in the Soviet Union, and naturally has money for the New Year.

But how can the annual transfer formula be compared with such a red envelope?

"Don't be polite with me." Xiang Caiping smiled: "I didn't give it to you before, and my mother will slowly make up for it later. After I have a grandson, I will give him year-old money every year."

"That's good, you take good care of yourself. I thank you first for him."

"You."

After breakfast, the first person to see Xiang Caiping was Zuo Hongchen. He is a doctor, not so particular about it.

The second one was Shi Mengyu. Su Qingsang didn't expect her to come so early.

"You child. Why run to the hospital for the Chinese New Year?" Xiang Caiping said with a bit of blame: "You can come back in a few days."

"Auntie is fine, I don't believe that." When Shi Mengyu spoke, he put down the gift in his hand: "I have a good relationship with Qingsang. I don't want to taboo about this."

"Good boy. All good boys."

Someone came to see Cai Ping, and there was a lot of excitement in the ward. Several doctors who are familiar with Su Qingsang and also arranged on duty have visited Xiang Caiping.

In this way, the atmosphere of the New Year has indeed.

Su Qingsang was on duty and could not stay in the ward all the time. Someone accompanied Xiang Caiping and she was very happy.

When he was about to eat, Su Qingsang handed over the work in his hand and hurried to the ward. Where do I know I saw Su Chenghui again.

He stood outside the ward, apparently trying to get in, but didn't know why he stopped there.

"Dad." No matter how Su Qingsang slandered Su Chenghui in his heart, he couldn't tell the slightest: "Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year." Su Chenghui said that this sentence was a bit unnatural. He cleared his throat and looked at the direction of the ward: "Your mother--"

"My mother is recovering well. After the New Year, let the doctor check her again. You can prepare to be discharged."

During this time, Su Qingsang and the nursing staff took good care of him, and Xiang Caiping recovered well, better than the doctor expected.

After you leave the hospital, you just need to get well. It will slowly return to normal in the future, at least like ordinary people.

"I--"

As soon as Su Chenghui said a word of me, Su Qingsang interrupted his words.

"Dad. New Year's, I beg you. Don't go in and see my mother."

Xiang Caiping is absolutely unwilling to see Su Chenghui in the new year and the Chinese New Year. That is definitely not a good thing.

Su Chenghui's face was a bit ugly: "Qingsang, I hope you remember, I'm your father."

"I know you are my dad." Su Qingsang nodded: "So what? My mother won't want to see you. You are also kind, raise your expensive hands, let my mother pass, can you?"

Su Chenghui's face was all green, he stared at Su Qingsang's face for a long while: "I just want to worship her for a year."

"No need." Su Qingsang really didn't think it was necessary: ​​"My mother can't see you, but can have a good year. She sees you, but she's afraid it will be a bad year."

That being said. Su Chenghui's face turned green: "What nonsense are you talking about?"