Chapter 57 Will God live up to his long relationship for twenty-four years?

When Di Wenyao appeared in the ward with Ding Ding, Tang Junhao could hardly believe that the ten-year-old Ding Ding was over 1.6 meters tall, and he was no longer the four-year-old boy wearing a shirt and a vest in his memory.

He has a heroic face, his eyebrows are slanted, his eyes are bright, and his facial features are clearly contoured. 15 Rebel: Lai Mengqi's ankle cherry is like a young Tang Junhao, but his eyebrows are missing from Tang Junhao's kingly aura that was not angry but powerful. He was arrogant and gentle, like a graceful elegance of Ejun?br/

Tang Junhao was so excited that he didn't know what to say. He was so happy that he stuttered: "Ding Ding--you-remember dad--Uncle Tang--who hugged you when he was a child?"

Ding Ding stared at his ebony-like handsome eyes and looked at the calm, suave, noble and a little haggard Tang Junhao. After a while, he nodded happily, stretched out his fist, stepped forward and pounded his strong chest: "Haha, Brother Tang, you are much older!"

Since Xia Pan'er became a vegetative person, Tang Junhao has never laughed again. His son's voice "Brother Tang" made him feel excited, and he also punched him hard: "Haha, Brother Ding, you are getting more and more handsome!"

Ding Ding took two steps back by his strong punch, leaned against the hospital bed and sat on the bed with his hands naturally on the bed. Through the quilt, he could feel that he had caught the patient.

Ding Ding hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He turned around and saw the face that was no longer familiar - Xia Pan'er lying quietly. His son's arrival and apology did not arouse her slight perception or reaction.

Ding Ding panicked: "Mom!" He rushed forward, grabbed Xia Pan'er, and shook it desperately without any response. Ding Ding uncovered the quilt with a "wow" look at Xia Pan'er, looking at Xia Pan'er who was still, turned around and asked in a hoarse voice:

"What's wrong! Uncle Tang, what's wrong with mom?"

Tang Junhao's eyes were wet, and he was almost crying with sadness: "Mom, she - she has become a vegetable!"

Ten-year-old Ding Ding was knowledgeable and had long known what a vegetative person was. He stared at Xia Paner lying on the bed, looked back step by step, and shouted in dismay: "How is it possible - how is it possible? Half a year ago, my mother was so beautiful and charming! How could she become a terrible vegetative person?"

Tang Junhao choked up and stepped forward, held him, and threw his forehead to his shoulders...

From then on the dusk of Jiangbei's Laiyin River, there were three more figures, Tang Junhao, Ding Ding, and Xia Paner in a wheelchair.

Every dusk is so bright, quiet, beautiful, and at the same time it is so unrestrained, passionate and in full swing.

Ding Ding and Tang Junhao took turns pushing the wheelchair and walking on the green and velvety grass. The wind was warm and wet, blowing on his face, like cotton tidbits brushing the smell on his face. Watching the rippling waves kneading the sky into shining pearls and sprinkling them on the water surface. A string of water pearls were flowing in the water, he often asked with anticipation:

"Uncle Tang, will mom get better one day?"

In the setting sun, the afterglow shone on the ten-year-old Ding Ding, brilliantly holy, dazzling and dazzling. Tang Junhao stared at him solemnly: "Yes, one day, my mother will get better!"
Chapter completed!