All afternoon, Ning An was with Mr. Song, and Xiao Canguo also brought a story book to tell Mr. Song.

Because she grew up in New York, the little girl's Mandarin is not very good and she doesn't recognize some words. Ning An just sat aside and patiently taught her.

The bright sunlight shone in through the ward windows, on the floor and on the white sheets.

The instruments in the ward were flashing cold, but this did not affect the happiness in the ward at all.

When Xiao Candy was reciting the story, the smile on Mr. Song's face did not dissipate, and the corners of his lips were raised, loving and gentle.

Most of the time, Mr. Song likes to close his eyes, and occasionally he opens his eyes to see the little candy sitting on the chair.

The little girl is soft and glutinous, looks very much like Ning'an, but her eyebrows look very much like his grandson.

Seeing that Mr. Song was in good condition today, Ning An talked to him for a while and asked Xiao Canguo to chat with his great-grandfather.

"If you have something to do, go and do it. I have nothing to do here." Old Song said.

"It's nothing, I'll be here to attend Mr. Qiao's wedding," Ning An said, "I can accompany you the rest of the time."

"You can take Xiao Candy to walk around. There are many fun places in Beijing. When Shao Yan was young, I liked to take him around. He is very smart and can remember the places he has been to once. He especially likes ancient buildings. You can see that he is very talented in architectural design, but he still chose to do business." Mr. Song spoke very slowly, but every word was clear.

Before Ning An could speak, Xiao Candy blinked and said, "Great Grandpa, are you talking about uncle?"

Old Song was slightly stunned and nodded.

Ning An was silent. She didn't expect that Xiao Candy was also very smart. She only remembered when she met Song Shaoyan once today.

Ning An could see that Mr. Song missed Song Shaoyan very much.

Yes, Song Shaoyan was raised by Mr. Song, and his deep feelings cannot be expressed in words.

Although Song Shaoyan has passed away for many years, Mr. Song’s longing for him has not diminished at all.

"An An, I have been dreaming about him recently... I dreamed of him being alone and alone, and I want to accompany him so that he won't be lonely." Old Song's voice was choked, light, as if a thin thread could easily break.

Ning An held Mr. Song's hand: "Grandpa, don't think so. You have to be fine so that he will be happy if he knows it."

Xiao Candy was also a little sad. She blinked her eyes and tears were almost falling.

"Great grandpa, you have to get better soon. Little Candy will take you to New York to play. Our house is very beautiful, come to our house to play."

Old Song nodded, a little tired.

Ning An patted the back of the old man's hand: "Grandpa, please have a good sleep and don't be too tired. I'll see you tomorrow, and I can stay with you all these days."

"Thanks a lot."

"There is no hard work or not, it should be."

When Ning An was lying down when he saw the calm and peaceful expression on the old man's face, he felt a little relieved.

She quietly left the ward with Xiao Candy and closed the door for the old man.

The sun is sunny in the hospital, and the stream of light shines on the green leaves, with clear meridians and a summery atmosphere.

Little Candy held Ning An's hand and felt a little sad: "Mom, will my great-grandfather get better, right?"
Chapter completed!