Before dawn, everything was silent. He hurriedly put on his clothes and ran out of the door.

The hospital is as bright as daylight.

In the corridor outside the ward, everyone from the Ji family was there, and there were many comrades and subordinates in military uniforms.

Ji Qian was waiting at the elevator entrance with red eyes. When she saw him coming out, she rushed up immediately. Ji made her throat tighter and asked in a low voice: "Are you still here?"

She nodded, her voice was hoarse: "The old man seems... he has nothing to worry about, so he keeps breathing."

Ji Rang didn't look at the people in the corridor and walked straight into the ward.

There were only doctors and nurses inside, and Mr. Ji drove everyone out.

There was a strong smell of disinfectant in the ward, and the heartbeater was already faint and invisible. The old man on the bed squinted his eyes and slowly opened it when he heard the sound of footsteps.

Ji Rang stood by the bed.

The old man's eyes were muddy. The soldier he once proud of was now so thin that his bones could be seen. His vitality had slowly lost from him. He only hung his breath and looked at the young man who had grown up beside the bed.

He trembled and stretched out his dry fingers and tried hard to pull the young man's white finger bones.

He remembered that when he was a child, his baby grandson liked to hold his hand like this the most.

Ji Rang moved for a while, and slowly grabbed his hand.

He tried hard to open his eyes, trying to see clearly what the boy looked like now, but he couldn't see clearly. There was only a vague light in front of him. The boy was gradually moving away in the light and had been walking for many years.

The warmth in the boy's palm reached his heart through his thin fingers.

Fortunately, the boy's hands are still so warm.

He opened his mouth, and a hoarse and faint voice seemed to squeeze out from his throat: "Arang..." The light and shadow began to dissipate in front of him, and the old man had no strength to open his eyes, but he still stubbornly looked at the blurry figure in the light and shadow, wanting to see clearly for the last time.

It was his life that he could see through his mind.

A life of great honor and a life of depression.

He smiled bitterly, and when he was about to die, he realized that everything he had once had never had a chance to make up for it.

That boy has already walked away.

The old man slowly closed his eyes: "Arang... it was grandpa who was wrong..." A drop of turbid tears slid from the corners of his eyes, and Ji Rang's hands holding the palms were weakly hung down.

The heartbeat monitor made a sharp beep, and everyone outside the door rushed in.

Ji Rang just stood straight in place, watching the old man on the bed with his last breath.

The hospital began to get busy again in the early morning.

Ji Rang didn't want to talk to anyone, nor could he hear anyone.

He walked out of the ward alone, walked along the corridor for a long time, walked out of the hospital building, and sat down next to the flower bed downstairs.

It was not yet dawn, and the cold wind in the morning was very cold.

He supported his elbows and slowly covered his face with his hands.

I didn't cry, I just felt a little uncomfortable.

——What is the family motto of the Ji family? I will recite it and I will buy you a gun.

——Loyalty and brave! Respect morality and goodness! I serve my motherland with my body, and I recommend Xuanyuan with my blood!

——Arang is so smart. Let’s go, grandpa buy you a gun. If you have a gun in your hand, you are just a little soldier. You must protect your country and family. Do you remember?

——Remember! Grandpa, I want the most majestic gun.

——Hahaha, okay, grandpa buys whatever Ah Rang wants!

The mighty toy gun was with him for many years, but later he trampled it down.

The phone was shocked.

It was called by Qi Ying.

Ji Rang withdrew his thoughts and coughed twice, making his throat less hoarse: "Why did you wake up so early?"

The little girl's voice was hazy, light and soft: "I'm having a nightmare, I'm a little scared."

He chuckled in a low voice: "Not afraid, I'll accompany you, sleep for a while, and don't hang up the phone."

She said obediently, as if she had changed her position, and a rustling whisper came.

She said, "Then I'll sleep."

"Yeah, go to bed."

A shallow breath gradually came from the receiver, one by one, and through the phone, brushed across his heart.
Chapter completed!