Wang Zhong didn't tolerate her, so he stood up and walked out.

Love is love, but over-indulging and letting everything go is another matter. Although my girl is rare, she can't develop princess disease, and she can't be allowed to think that she can have everything if she really acts like a coquettish girl.

However, some pampering is still necessary, after all, the conditions at home are not what they used to be.

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In the hospital and outside the ward, Zhou Bingyi's face was not very good. Wang Zhong's words were still echoing in his ears. He raised his hands and rubbed his face. He took a few deep breaths to adjust his mood and get rid of distracting thoughts. Then Zhou Bingyi opened the door.

, walked in.

"Shh!"

As soon as she opened the door, she saw Hao Dongmei cautiously raising her finger in front of her, making a gesture of silence.

When Zhou Bingyi saw this, he immediately stopped walking in. He saw Jin Yueji on the hospital bed with her eyes closed and sleeping soundly. Hao Dongmei stood up carefully and walked out quietly. Even when closing the door, she was very careful and slow.

, for fear of making noise and waking up Jin Yueji who had just fallen asleep.

"Mom just fell asleep, let her take a rest first!" Hao Dongmei whispered to Zhou Bingyi as soon as she left the ward.

"Didn't I tell you to have a good rest at home? Why are you here again?" Hao Dongmei looked at Zhou Bingyi with some complaints, her eyes full of concern.

Zhou Bingyi picked up the food box in his hand, "The food in the hospital is not delicious, and there is no fire at home, so I brought you and mom some food from Jishantang."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Hao Dongmei felt a warm current in her heart. Women are easily moved by these small details.

"Mom has already eaten. Now she can only eat liquid food and take glucose injections."

"What about you?" Zhou Bingyi asked with concern.

Hao Dongmei shook her head, and even the worries in her heart dissipated a lot. She pulled Zhou Bingyi to sit on the bench outside the ward, took the incubator, opened it and asked, "What delicious food did you buy?"

"The steamed buns and a few side dishes are all your favorites." Zhou Bingyi wiped the kuaizi with a handkerchief before passing it to Hao Dongmei. Hao Dongmei immediately started eating eagerly. After a few bites, she said it was delicious.

Zhou Bingyi saw that she was eating deliciously, and wanted to wait until she finished eating before talking, but Hao Dongmei saw that he was hesitant to speak, so she asked first, and Zhou Bingyi was willing to tell the truth, "I went to Bingkun's place just now, and he still didn't want to talk."

If you are willing to come, your attitude is very firm and Zheng Juan is not allowed to come."

..."Are you looking for Bingkun again?" Hao Dongmei was stunned while eating.

Zhou Bingyi nodded and said, "I want to work harder and give it a try to see if Bingkun will change his mind. After all, this is my mother's last wish."

Hao Dongmei knew and understood Zhou Bingyi's kindness, and sighed, "If you don't come, don't come!"

"Mom is right! At this time, there is no need to worry about anything anymore. It's good to just live our own lives without disturbing each other." Hao Dongmei also knew in her heart that Jin Yueji was at fault for this matter.

It is normal for Wang Zhong and Zheng Juan to have knots in their hearts. It is understandable, but it is inevitable that they will have knots in their hearts.

"Stop talking about this, have you eaten it?" Hao Dongmei asked.

Zhou Bingyi shook his head.

"Let's eat together!" Hao Dongmei took out another pair of kiwis from the thermal box and handed them to Zhou Bingyi.

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Phototype film, Lao Zhou's house.

Zhou Rong had just returned home from get off work. Before she even entered the house, she heard Li Suhua's cursing voice. Without even thinking about it, she must have been scolding Zhou Zhigang again.

"Mom! What's wrong?" Zhou Rong shook her head helplessly, pushed the door open and entered the house. She saw Li Suhua wearing an apron and standing in front of the stove with an angry look on her face. Zhou Zhigang stood beside him, with his head lowered and his body shrunken.

She feels aggrieved like a little daughter-in-law.

"Ask him!" Li Suhua pointed at Zhou Zhigang, her tone a little aggressive.

"I was not careful!" Zhou Zhigang looked like he had done something wrong.

"I just sat in the room when I had nothing to do, and yet I insisted on coming over to help. How can I make steamed buns after you messed with the dough I just woke up?"

Only then did Zhou Rong notice that the pottery urns on the stove were full of faces.

Such a big jar can feed the four of them for half a month.

"Okay, Mom! We've got it all done, don't waste it, just fry the pancakes." Zhou Rong suggested.

"Okay, okay! You go in and sit down and watch TV. It's not helpful to be here." Li Suhua quickly pushed Zhou Zhigang into the back room, and Zhou Zhigang didn't dare to resist.

"Mom! My dad didn't mean it, so don't scold him all the time."

"If you don't scold him, he won't have a long memory!" Li Suhua hugged the big urn with a look of helplessness on her face. "I originally said I would make some buns for tomorrow morning, but now I can't make the buns. So many noodles have been combined. It's not a waste.

!"

If it were winter, we could still let it go for a while, but this time it's only early September, and it's only August on the lunar calendar. The autumn tiger hasn't left yet, so we can't let it go.

No matter how harshly you scold Zhou Zhigang, he won't be able to remember it! If you scolded him a few minutes ago, he would forget about it when you turn around.

Zhou Rong did not continue this topic with Li Suhua. As she walked into the inner room, ready to put away her satchel first, she asked, "Mom! Yue Yue hasn't come back yet?"

"Not yet, maybe I was delayed on the way."

Zhou Rong, who had put her bag away, immediately came out again. She washed her hands first, took off another piece of apron hanging on the wall and put it on, "Don't always be angry with my dad. He has a bad memory now and is confused. He is too.

I did something bad out of kindness because I wanted to help you."

"Hey!" Li Suhua sighed, "Since the Chinese New Year, your dad's condition has become more and more serious. The doctor said that if he continues like this, in two years, he may not even be able to recognize us.

"

…Zhou Zhigang’s Alzheimer’s disease developed so quickly that it was really shocking, and he already had cognitive impairment.

"It's not impossible!" Zhou Rong was also helpless. If it could be cured, Zhou Zhigang's disease would have been cured long ago. However, Alzheimer's disease is an almost incurable disease. Cognitive function can only be improved through drug treatment.

But the effect is not significant.

It was okay just after the Chinese New Year, Zhou Zhigang just always forgets things easily. What happened just before he turned around was forgotten.

It has become more serious recently, and I have begun to recognize people. Fortunately, this has not happened to my family members, mainly some familiar neighbors, and Zhou Zhi just doesn't recognize most of them.

Li Suhua asked Zhou Rong to pack the side dishes and chop the stuffing, while she processed the noodles and seasoned the stuffing.

The mother and daughter worked together and finally baked a large pot of noodles into pancakes, filling a dustpan full of them.

Dinner is fried pancakes with millet porridge and a dish of scrambled eggs with green peppers.

Feng Yue was the first to sit down at the dining table. He couldn't wait to take a sip of porridge and a bite of scrambled eggs with green pepper. Then he put the pancake in his mouth, took a bite, and immediately frowned, "Grandma, this pancake is so salty.

!”

"Is it salty?" Li Suhua looked confused. She made the stuffing herself, and she knew very well that it couldn't be salty.

Picking up an oil cake and taking a bite, he immediately frowned and glared at Zhou Zhigang, "How much salt did you put in it?"

What's salty is not the meat inside, but the crust.

"Put salt? I don't have any? Didn't you make this pancake?" Zhou Zhigang also picked up a pancake with an innocent look, took a bite, and immediately frowned into the Chinese character "Sichuan".

Zhou Rong also took a bite and said, "It's okay, it can be eaten in porridge." After saying that, she broke the cake into small pieces and put it in a bowl and mixed it with the millet porridge.

Feng Yue also followed suit and tasted it. Although it was still a little salty, it was indeed much better than before, at least it could be eaten.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Things like this have been happening frequently in Lao Zhou's house recently, and several people have long been used to it.

Over at the hospital, Jin Yueji's health is getting worse and worse. Qu Xiuzhen and Ma Shouchang also run there to visit her every day. The doctor reminds them again that they can prepare for the funeral in advance. The hospital has no way to save her, unless there is a miracle.

But it's a pity that even if there is a miracle, it probably won't happen to Jin Yueji.

The military factory was getting busier and busier. Zhou Bingyi could only finish his work at the military factory every day, and then come to the hospital to accompany Hao Dongmei and take care of Jin Yueji.

In the early morning of September 20, the fifth day after the critical illness notice was issued, Jin Yueji completely lost her breath on the hospital bed.

Until she breathed her last breath, she could not hope for Wang Zhong and Zheng Juan.

Hao Dongmei fainted from crying. Fortunately, Zhou Bingyi was still calm. Although he was also very sad, as a man, he had to be strong, control his emotions, and protect Hao Dongmei from the wind and rain.

Jin Yueji's funeral was also handled by Zhou Bingyi. Hao Dongmei was silent in grief every day, and she was in tears most of the time when she was awake. Qu Xiuzhen and Ma Shouchang were old and low in energy, so it was a bit difficult to help, but they stayed with Hao Dongmei.

, it’s okay to talk to her and comfort her.

On the day of the funeral, Ma Shouchang looked at the guests who came to express their condolences, but after waiting for a long time, there was no sign of Wang Zhong. Instead, Zhou Rong came with Feng Yue and sat next to Ma Shouchang and Qu Xiuzhen.

"Yueyue, where is your uncle? He didn't come here?" Feng Yue often followed Wang Zhong and his wife to Ma Shouchang's house to visit him and Qu Xiuzhen.

Feng Yue shook his head and said, "Grandpa Ma, I have been living in the old house of Guangzi Film recently. I haven't been back to my uncle's house for a while." He is already in his third year of high school, and his studies are becoming increasingly heavy. Feng Yue is not like Zhou Cong.

As a top student, if you want to get into Yanda University where Zhou Rong once went, you can only rely on your own unremitting efforts.

Moreover, Zhou Zhigang's situation has become more and more serious recently. Feng Yue stayed at Guangzi Film and occasionally helped Li Suhua and Zhou Rong, so he didn't return to Wang Zhong's house for a while.

"Why are you asking so many questions?" Qu Xiuzhen bumped into Ma Shouchang and gave him a look, thinking he was nosy.

Ma Shouchang was a little embarrassed: "I'm just curious!"

"What's there to be curious about?"

"Pretend I didn't ask, pretend I didn't ask." Ma Shouchang apologized.

In such a serious occasion, the voices of the old couple were very low, but they were still heard by Zhou Rong next to them. Only then did Zhou Rong react. It seemed that they had indeed not seen Wang Zhong and Zheng Juan, and she was afraid of herself.

I misremembered, so I turned around and looked around for a while, then frowned.

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