Chapter 1270 Mom, my son is back!

Chapter 1270 Mom, my son is back!

Nianwei Hospital.

When Song Zimo drove over in his Hongqi car, he saw Song Yi wiping a Shanghai-brand sedan in the yard. He was frightened, and after parking the car, he quickly found a rag from the car and went over.

"Sister, what are you doing? I have already washed the car! If you think it is dirty, tell me..."

Song Yi waved her hand, seeing her brother's worried look, and smiled, "It's not dirty. I got some snow and mud on it when I drove over. I just wiped it off. It's okay! I don't clean the car here all the time!"

"It's freezing! If you get frozen, my parents will definitely beat me up! Okay, okay, go to the car and warm up! I'll wipe it off, and we'll go back together later!"

"Okay! Be careful, after all, this car is lent to Xiangnan, so make it clean!"

"I know!"

Song Yi put the rag into the car and was about to return to her Hongqi car when she suddenly saw Gong Xinmei standing next to the ambulance, pacing back and forth. She stepped forward to comfort her, "Aunt Gong, don't worry, Xiangnan will definitely bring Dongxu back! It's so cold outside, go back to the ward and wait!"

"It's okay! Xiao Song! I don't have anything to do anyway, just wait here!" Gong Xinmei waved her hand, indicating that she should not worry about herself.

Song Yi sighed and was about to go back.

"By the way, Xiao Song!" Gong Xinmei hurriedly called her again.

"What's wrong Aunt Gong?"

Gong Xinmei stepped forward and asked cautiously, "Who is that Xiao Xia? I haven't seen him in the hospital before. What does he do?"

"Aunt Gong, I really don't know that!" Song Yi shook her head apologetically, "But don't worry, Xiangnan knows how to do things! It will definitely be helpful if he takes Dongxu and Xiaoxia out for a walk!"

"I know!" Gong Xinmei sighed, "It's just that my kid is hard to talk to, and I'm afraid Xiaoxia will get hurt..."

"Aunt Gong, no! I think Xiao Xia is an honest man. He may not look very old, but he must be very considerate! He also understands Dongxu's difficulties!"

"Really?" Gong Xinmei nodded in surprise and stretched out her hand to feel it. "Xiao Song, it's snowing. You should go home quickly!"

"Well, Aunt Gong, please tell Xiangnan when he comes back. I'm leaving first! Please give him the car keys!" Song Yi handed her the car keys, then stepped into the car, and soon drove away with Song Zimo.

Snowflakes fluttered down from the lead-gray sky like torn pieces of letter paper, sticking to Gong Xinmei's newly washed indigo cotton jacket and condensing into tiny stars.

She stood outside the huge hallway waiting, watching the snow falling heavier and heavier.

"Son, you must grow up quickly! Mom can't stay with you for much longer!"

As dusk fell into the lobby of Nianwei Hospital like a drop of thick ink, the blue brick wall suddenly took on a dark blue outline.

She took off and put on her cotton gloves countless times, standing in the wind like a statue again and again.

The red lanterns on the eaves spun in the wind, casting their thin shadows on the snow, swaying in varying lengths.

Snow particles penetrated into Gong Xinmei's collar and stuck to the back of her neck, feeling cool.

This reminded her of the year when her son just started elementary school. It was also snowing heavily. The seven-year-old boy carried a green backpack, and his footprints extended from the door of his house to the end of the alley.

Then a snowball was thrown from the naughty Ge Dongxu's hand and hit Gong Xinmei's collar.

The boy giggled, and ran away mischievously with his childhood laughter.

At this moment, the snow has covered the footprints from that year, but it cannot cover the ravine in Gong Xinmei's heart.

It was getting dark.

The aroma of stewed cabbage wafted from the guard room. Gong Xinmei walked down the stairs worriedly and ran to the door.

"Master Xia, what time is it?"

Xia Hongjun opened the window with frozen paper cutouts and realized it was her. He turned around to look at the horseshoe alarm clock and said with a smile, "Xiao Gong, it's five o'clock!"

"It's time to get off work!"

Gong Xinmei sighed and stood on tiptoe to look at the road outside the yard.

The buses had long disappeared in the snow, and there were no more people coming to see a doctor outside the hospital.

A figure vaguely flashed in the snow. Gong Xinmei's heart skipped a beat. When she wanted to take a closer look, she found that it was a railway worker who took a shortcut and passed by from the north. The bicycle under him fluttered and stirred up a puff of snow mist.

"Come in and wait! It's warm in the room!" Xia Hongjun knew that she was waiting for her son, so he shouted.

"It's okay, it's okay!" Gong Xinmei was unwilling and waved her hands hurriedly, thanking him continuously.

Snapped!

clap clap!

The street lights lit up one after another, and in the orange halo, the snowflakes turned into thousands of moths.

Gong Xinmei kept blowing on her hands to warm them. She remembered that her son and Li Xiangnan did not wear gloves when they left, and that she should apply clam oil on the backs of his cracked hands. She felt distressed again.

The snowflakes melted on the eyelashes, feeling cool, as if someone was sobbing softly.

“Hoohoo, hoohoo, hoohoo!”

The night wind began to gain strength, blowing snow particles towards her collar. She couldn't help but lean against the door frame again.

The snow on the tiles fell down, and it sounded like footsteps.

Gong Xinmei looked up suddenly and saw an olive green shadow swaying under a street light not far away. The snow on its shoulders had piled up into a small hill and it was running towards her with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

"mom!"

In the howling winter wind, Gong Xinmei seemed to hear a call, and her body shook violently instantly.

"Hey?"

Even Master Xia Hongjun, who was preparing to eat, seemed to have heard something and suddenly opened the window.

"Master Xia, you heard it too, right? Was it my son's voice?" Gong Xinmei asked in surprise and excitement.

Xia Hongjun was not sure, and was afraid that his denial would add more sorrow to this already unfortunate mother.

He knew about her son's situation.

"Maybe it was the rumor!" Xia Hongjun had to reply vaguely.

"Mom~"

But suddenly, another call came, and even Xia Hongjun stood up from the bench and said in surprise: "I heard it clearly, someone really is calling mom!"

"Right, right, right!"

Gong Xinmei smiled at him excitedly and rushed into the snowstorm without looking back.

She saw that figure, as if she had met him countless times in her dreams!

That's my son!

For the first time in real life, she saw her grown-up son running towards her!

\"mom--!\"

The shout hit the brick wall, causing snow to fall from the eaves.

The snowflakes rolled in the sound waves like millions of silver butterflies flapping their wings.

\"mom--!\"

The second sound was even louder than cracking rocks and piercing clouds.

The accumulated snow fell with a rustling sound, and the street lamps at the intersection seemed to emit a string of sparks in response, making the sound waves three times brighter.

The third sound got stuck in my throat and turned into hot tears.

Ten steps away from Gong Xinmei, Ge Dongxu suddenly stopped.

The wind and snow suddenly fell silent, and he seemed to see the old elm door of the house finally crack open, and the dim light poured out, wrapping around his mother's old figure.

\"Son——\"

The cry, wrapped in a sob, crashed into the wind and snow, shaking all the festive red lanterns in the hospital.

The snowflakes twisted into transparent cocoons between the two waves of sound, wrapping the staggering figures of mother and child in each other's arms.

The snow on his mother's temples was melting slowly, and it was unclear whether it was the snow or her hot tears that soaked Ge Dongxu's army green coat that he was wearing under Li Xiangnan.

"Mom, my son is back! Mom!"